bone thugs-n-harmony

[birds singing. snoring. rooster crowing. alarm clock.]

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. it’s tha 1st of tha month
krayzie:
hey, my niggas, we havin’ a wonderful day, and i won’t front with ya. why? ’cause it’s the first of the month. and now i be smokin’, chokin’, rollin’ blunts, and sippin’ on forty ounces, thuggin’, come, come, we got the blunts and rum. from jumpin’ all night, we high. hit up the block to where? east 99. i get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo. double up, nigga, what you need? we got weed to get p.o.d.’ded. fiend for the green leaves. give it up, it’s the first for sure. better lay low, ’cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. if you can’t get away, better toss that ye-yo, keep your bankroll. yeah, we havin’ a celebration. love to stay high, and ya better believe when it’s time to grind, i’m down for mine, crime after crime. fin to creep to the pad ’cause mom’s got the grub on the grill. if we got the food(ooh), you know it’s the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real.

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it’s the first of the month,
so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on. x4

bizzy:
wake up, and i see that my sister was already dressed. she said, "i’m gonna run and go get my stamps. watch and make sure no one snatches my check." nigga, that’s the mailman. sort through the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. then i be hittin’ the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. but ain’t no bucket, ride that rita, hop on the ten to the clair, ready to get ‘em up with-a me thugs, and i cash that dub. man, i gotta get there. playa-playa, holla, holla, st. clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or offin’ the glock-glock for some dollars, so get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. hittin’ that reefer, hydro. been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. toss all that ye-yo,with a bone and say ho. runnin’ through the alley,(and into the malley) , hop on the second to sundown. nose run from january on down to december, i’m lovin’ the first of the month.

wake up, wake up, wake up,wake up,wake up, it’s the first of the month,
so get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.

wish:
it’s the first of the month. gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that i claim, and i slang on the double nine. now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. can a thug get love? what’s up? try to slang on my corner, nigga, you’s a goner. st. clair niggas don’t like that. and sellin’ them dummies, makin’ that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. from the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed, but i gotta save, gotta come up. put my rocks in the cut. when i get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that’s tryin’ to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin’, keepin’ these niggas up off me. see, the whole block, spend a couple bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first].

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it’s the first of the month,
to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.

layzie:
wakin’ up feelin’ buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin’, i’m yawnin’, lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, ’cause then i can kick it with my trues. but it is the first, so i’m gettin’ me hustle on. hop on the phone, callin’ up krayzie bone, "wanna know, did you’re o.g. check come?"
[krayzie: "she put me down."]
"i’m a hop on the bus with biz."
[krayzie: "you know, let’s get drunk."]
and i’m comin’ with blunt after blunt of this skunk–nigga, t, just put me down. oh, god, how i love when the first come around, now, me feelin that black and mild. head across town, ’cause nigga the first get celebrated. rushin’ to the block, ’cause i wanna get faded. lookin’ all wild, ’cause i’m need me hair braided. we heavily off into this game. true to the first, just call me that cus slang: braided. we heavily off into this game. true to the first, just call me that cus slang: them nickels and dimes the twenties,the fifties the first be the day for the dopeman slangin’ that cocaine, fool, and i’m workin’ late tonight and all the things we love ’cause i got them rocks for them pipes. come, come up with them ends. i gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. you’re live with the bone thugs, poetic hustla’z, and the graveyard shift on the first.

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it’s the first of the month,
to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.

bone thugs~n~harmony
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krayzie
(panic time, bring your gun)

get ‘cha gun, get ‘cha gun, did you kill ‘em all… fuck with (fall to death,
death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).
get ‘cha gun, get ‘cha gun, did you kill ‘em all… you could (fall to death,
death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2]

i still be the thuggish ruggish, nigga. dressed in all black khakis, fatigues,
and boots. still don’t give a fuck about the law. still run with a pump in my
car and fuck who you are! you fuckin’ with a couple of niggas that’s really
insane. i’m talkin’ loco, krayzie as hell—it ain’t just a name—it’s the game.
we done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my
brain. besides that, man ain’t nothin’ changed. look at me now, i’m still a
thug, nigga i still smoke bud. (you know) you know i still represent st. clair
wig-split, shit, nigga what? this is bone thug. niggas thinkin’ i told ya but
we put it down like that. and whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it,
and keep on movin’. guess who’s back up in the house? original cleveland
criminals niggas just send ‘em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murda
murda!" never forgot where we come from. watch how you move your tongue. cause
i got niggas that’s ready to jump off in your ass and smash and crash. protect
my niggas for
combat, leather face at ‘cha and on your ass like i was a heat-seeker, quickly
the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in cleveland.
layzie
i be the smoothest lil’ nigga, you can meet me (me). but nigga, you fuck with
me, then i’ma fuck with you. introduce you to this heat. i sweep the street.
when i draw down, let me hear ya say "fuck the law!" now. rawest niggas in the
town, ready to thug and go down. "go pound for pound," nigga that’s the motto.
let me see you throw them things and if it’s real, nigga, keep it real. show me
your game. i’m sure gon’ claim what the fuck is mine, my nigga i’ll take it.
grab a player-hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it. gimme your
money, drop them keys, it’s a jack-move bitch! and since you haters ain’t got
no business that’s how we attack your shit. nigga we’ll smack your bitch in the
middle of the grammy. and the media might ban me. nigga this mo thug family is
for real.

krayzie
get ‘cha gun, get ‘cha gun, did you kill ‘em all… fuck with (fall to death,
death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).
get ‘cha gun, get ‘cha gun, did you kill ‘em all… you could (fall to death,
death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2]
bizzy
pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. ‘fore it all gets spent up.
and you wanna get rid of a hood bitch with game. and every bitch said i’m a
good bitch fuckin’ with my wood grain. everybody still playin’ that hood game
quiet. (quiet, quiet, quiet) especially when it’s tired. my environment ain’t
nothin’ but niggas dyin’ in them chemical-fed injections in jasper, texas.
split up these niggas off in different sections. don’t hate my message. destiny
led to mimic, chastity for my daughter. wad up a nigga’s sherm, and come listen
to the sermon. swervin’ in my surburban, lick it up with the bottle. but
everybody know i got some problems. had dreams of the apollo. the fiends had
faith in me. suckas wouldn’t run. a nigga not insane. niggas still with
me—bone. somehow they turn up. run up and get your sign. run blindly, elevate
through time, nowhere to hide.

flesh
our dawgs finna haul off lead, sawed-off head. nigga, you drippin’, soakin’
with bloodly body be beggin’ me. you know what you should’ve capped like 2pac
with a glock. they’re deadly. better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. you
know you done fucked up, don’t you niggas? runnin’ up blastin’ gas craters.
what the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky? could it be a
bird, or maybe it’s even a plane. for the untamed, insane human, only the 5th
dawg. fuck you thought, muthafuck fame, for the fact the shit is a phat game
goin’ remain number one in the land. flesh, strangle the gang. bang-bang, bang!
i dropped five guards in the name of the lord, i say. now how many times will i
have to slay today? will i raise my guage? oh god ! how will i teach ‘cha, but
it’s these tactics that he daily practice. they gonna let you. don’t have it?
have it! runnin’ up you sons of bastards! blast it! we sons of assassins, match
it, collecting more cash. that’s true, you’re feeling that, niggas said all my
babies ge
t a million. struggle with a villian, hit ‘em with a venomous blow! i call on
my mighty archangel. gonna surround my soul, but go with the calico yo! we the
tightest, you know mo’ the mighty. yes, trues humbly united. my family never
divided: desperado, thug line, mo thug, millennium, 7th sign. for the fbi, you
wanna come test my enterprise? bitch, you better go think twice, and open up
your muthafuckin’ eyes! these niggas can’t fuck with the 5th dawg, finna
parlay! everyday stormin’ your way, you better lay low, so you might just duck
when i buck guage! can’t you see my niggas having a ball all day. since we
havin’ a ball all day, muthafuckas player hate!
krayzie
get ‘cha gun, get ‘cha gun, did you kill ‘em all… fuck with (fall to death,
death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).
get ‘cha gun, get ‘cha gun, did you kill ‘em all… you could (fall to death,
death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*4]

krayzie bone:
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off fuck with the niggas with the
guns and ya might get shot get shot
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off you could be the first to feel
the heat to see how much we got we got we got

krayzie bone:
i still be a thuggish ruggish nigga dressed in all black khakis fatigues and
boots still don’t give a fuck about the law still roll with the pump in my car
and fuck who you are you fuckin with a couple of niggas that’s really insane
i’m talkin loco krayzie as hell it ain’t just a name it’s the game we done
loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
besides that man ain’t nothin changed look at me nigga i’m still a thug nigga i
still smoke bud you know i still represent st. clair wig split shit nigga what
this them bone thug niggas thinkin i told ya but we put it down like that
whoever we got to fuck up to prove it we do it and keep on movin guess who’s
back up in the house original cleveland criminals nigga just send em subliminal
messages like murda mo murda murda never forgot where we come from watch how
you move your tongue cause i got niggas that’s ready to jump off in your ass
and smash it protect my niggas for combat leatherface at you and on your ass
like i was a heat seaker creepin the reeper quickly sweep you off your feet in
cleveland

layzie bone:
i be the coolest little nigga you can meet meet meet but nigga you fuck with me
then i’m a fuck with you introduce you to this heat i sweep the streets when i
draw down let me hear you say fuck the law now rawest niggas in the town ready
thug and go down go pound for pound nigga that’s the motto let me see you throw
them thangs and if it’s real nigga keep it real show me your game i’m sure gon
claim what the fuck is mine my nigga i’ll take it grab a playa hater by the
neck choke him out and try to break it gimme your money drop them keys it’s a
jack move bitch and since you haters ain’t got no business that’s how we attack
your shit nigga we’ll smack your bitch in the middle of the grammy and the
media might ban me nigga this mo thug family is for real

krayzie bone:
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off fuck with the niggas with the
guns and ya might get shot get shot
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off you could be the first to feel
the heat to see how much we got we got we got

bizzy bone:
lit up sit up get up and count your money ‘fore it all get spent up and you
wanna get rid of a good bitch good game and every bitch said i’m a good bitch
fuckin with my wood grain everybody’s still playin that hood game quiet
especially when it’s haunted my environment ain’t nothin niggas dyin’ in the
chemical fed injections in jasper texas split up these niggas off in different
sections don’t hate my message destiny led to mimic chastity for my daughter
water for niggas yearnin come listen to the sermon swervin in my suburban lick
it up with the bottle but everybody know i got some problems had dreams of the
apollo the fiends had faith in me suckas would keep runnin’ givin’ up the same
niggas still with me bone sometimes it’s gun up run up and get your kind run
blindly elevate through time nowhere to hide

flesh-n-bone:
our dogs fin to haul off lead sawed off head nigga you drippin soakin red
bloody body be beggin me know what should’ve cocked like 2pac with a glock
we’re deadly better not upset my thug mentality sucker you know you done fucked
up don’t you niggas runnin up blastin big ass triggers what the fuck you
thought you saw with your head in the sky could it be a bird or maybe it’s even
a plane but an untame insane human only the fifth dawg fuck you thought
muthafuck fame but the fact this shit is the fact game gon’ remain number one
in the land flesh crept and he came brang bang bang i drops my doggs in the
name of the lord now say how many times will i have to slay today when i raise
my gauge oh god how i’m gonna teach ya but it’s these tactics that he daily
practice you wanna test you don’t have it have it runnin up you sons of
bastards blast it we sons of assasin mashin’ collectin more cash that’s true
and i’m gunnin the niggas said all my babies get a million strikin’ with a
wicked hit em with a venomous blow i call all my mighty y’all can joke gonna
surround my soul but go with the calico yo we the tightest you know mo the
mighty yeah trues humbly united my family never divided desperado thugline mo
thug millenium seventh signs for the f.b.i. you wanna come test my enterprise
bitch you better go think twice and open up your muthafuckin eyes these niggas
can’t fuck with the fifth dawg when i parlay everyday stormin your way you
better lay low so you might just duck when i bust this gauge you see my niggas
havin a ball all day since we havin a ball all day muthafuckas playa hate

krayzie bone:
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off fuck with the niggas with the
guns and ya might get shot get shot
get’cha gun get’cha gun did ya kill em off off you could be the first to feel
the heat to see how much we got we got we got

bizzy:
yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the c-o. man, fuck y’all niggas.
yeah, i’m (tatted) so when i die, you can see what’s deep in my eye [my eye].
maje$ty:
7 sign . . .
bizzy:
voodoo got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
voodoo got you, too, who shot you, who glock you, pop you and stop you [stop you, stop you].

nigga, this mo thug and we can get fucked-up even if i’m under surveillance, i watch out, wanna win, and fuck ‘em up daily, throwin’ up 7, what am i yellin’? murderer. nigga, once you come must be like crazy if you [muthafucka, don’t play me] play me. nigga, not today. i see you but you can’t see me. i know with all of government and, yes, this will get crazy and blow [bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb].

maje$ty:
got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn, blastin’ out your stereos or your headphones. the roots exploited clones; therefore, it’s my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit. artistic skin abrasion, so when ‘em fadin’ my worldly reflections, it’s magnified to new levels of elevation.

bizzy:
seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh sign, c-o.
yeah, now y’all know, yeah.
yeah, i’m tatted so when i die, you can see what’s deep in my eye [my eyes, my eyes].
now, voodoo got you, then, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
look who got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].

bizzy:
the rip here to run in the street, and flippin’ on police, yeah they know me, i’m not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears, and at least i had my homie and a nigga, k, homie. all bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it. and you knew it, too, when, when you looked in my eyes, i’m ready to die. and i hope my mama really loves me, ’cause daddy’s bye-bye. inner pride with the ripsta, let ‘em hit ya with the scripture, picture me loc’d out and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?).

maje$ty:
three sixty-five out of all the round trees, they’ll be japanese, maje$ty’s corruptin’ record companies. nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back, slacks only in dress pants, have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? i have. hollywood niggas make me laugh. sell a dream to ‘em. cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash. my overhead projects how ends meet to get fouled or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole, pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview at wendy’s, dave thomas made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently if i’m fittin’ to grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes, don’t lend, niggas lent (?) while i scrap change for phillies, why grill me? got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with chili, explore on four wheels or foot, i bring it to that ass over the hook so when you slip, gossip. i ride up on it. i had to maintain my mental frame, and
now i’m boneless, word sound ’til i’m foamin’. cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin’. disownin’ heads like romans fight rubber trojans. more than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles and promotions make me more potent. deadly to the mind, ‘causin’ somethin’ to be blind, redefine lines entertwined with all mankind. would that rain outshine divine maje$ty shame, the boogie down bronx is where the heart still remain.

bizzy:
i’m a let a nigga know, you know what i’m sayin’, just right off the bat. i gives a fuck about no nigga. don’t be no (corvie)-ass nigga. i’m tryin’ to tell niggas that off the rip, off the rippa, baby.
[i must be losin’ my mind . . .] i must be.

where’s the mob? find your specialty, let’s give this nigga a job. is you ready for jail? yes and no, but somebody’s gonna try to rob. we can spar, but you gon’ drop [drop], i’m a bomb, ready for war, will i p-pop pop, better look out for miles, been doomed since the womb. will he put me in my tomb? i’ve been thuggin’ so assume when i enter your room, boom. stomped through compton and cities y’all ain’t never heard of, and listen, i bet there’s thousand people screamin’ out "murder, murderin’ ya." hypnotized, took off my shirt, i got a (?). i’m tatted so when i die you can see what’s deep my eyes. trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don’t cry, i shedded my last tear when i found out love was a lie. so i try, but it ain’t nothin’ for my mental. so piss off my pencil, and i blast, dash in a rental. one nigga got (?) and off he in a trap with sawed-off they took a chance and lost, let’s spray ak and make gangsta gone, don’t finish the wars when they ain’t over, i love you thugs, but all them skelet
ons got so close and they got so (?) if it ain’t (?), this family that don’t give a fuck who you are. it ain’t nothin’ like some trouble. how close? how far [how far, how far]?

-krayzie bone-
with the heata nine milimeta meta meta meta

chorus
go loco with the heata nine milimeter/ nine milimeter milimeter milimeter pop pop
go loco with the heata nine milimeter/ nine milimeter milimeter milimeter pop pop
go loco with the heata nine milimeter/ nine milimeter milimeter milimeter pop pop
go loco with the heata nine milimeter/ nine milimeter milimeter milimeter pop pop

-krayzie bone-
nigga get ready for the big payback/been thuggin and keepin the gulley since way back
lot a niggas been talkin/ they runnin they mouths barkin
runnin around false/ they claimin they want a weapon to rob us
my record is flawless/ my method is lawless/ i’m an automatic weapon nigga you just a target
the number one artist from the land of the heartless/fittin to get cha, hit cha nigga they couldn’t call it
one nigga left and they talkin about we ain’t happenin/ so we had to get at em and make em recognize platinum
look at everybody rappin just like i’m rappin/ niggas got to admit it the bone thugs is the masta
they die, and there’s no competition, no competition!!!!
tear the roof off the mothafucka/ i put a boot off in a mothafuckas ass
still down to blast or clash with anyone of you niggas who start we ain’t trippin off of none of you niggas wooo
leathface the boy is back, with a little bit of action bring it/rap it sing it
bust it whateva dog/ whateva ya’ll want to do i’m with it wicked wicked

-chorus-

-wish-
i done had a mil took a mil blew a mil still in the streets that’s how i live i live/i t don’t mean a damn thing/ still got a little change believe me comin in
shit i pass a nigga seen a lot of niggas point him point him out thats him here/ it about to be e with a big cast eat him up
send him on his way/ kick him in his ass have a nice day
went the wrong way/ got a lot to say
it can get so murderous murderous/ touchin us never that bone thug still the crack
crack and i can’t lay back/ on the comeback
spit on these niggas, spit on these niggas/ run up any you niggas, any you niggas won’ be no recognizin niggas
just one warning impatient one time only ok/ don’t repeat myself bad for my health don’t want to do that rather spray
catch me on the wrong day, catch me on the wrong day/ better stay out my way better stay out my face
that’s the last thing you wanna do thugs true/ see the blues i shoot at you now you ???

-chorus-

-layzie-
ya’ll know how i feel about fake niggas bitch niggas snitch niggas ain’t no love for them/ put a nigga in his place moma crying at the wake that’s right that’s what a nigga does for them
i play above the rim i play above the rim/ with no lames in my circle cause i love to win
with the real ass niggas with the thug in them/ and if you talk too much i put a slug in them
oh no don’t play with em/ lay gon get em if wish don’t get em then kray gon get em
straight up we spit em/ with a nine on my side and i slide to the rhythm
let me slow it down in case you didn’t catch my drift/ lift a nigga up out his shoes trigga finga not hesitant fuck it
let me speed it up hit em like the ammunition comin from my heata/ ya’ll niggas can’t see these thugs 17 shots from the nine millimeter
on the creep with the nightvision infared beams pointed at your dome, can’t wait to see a niggas response/ when i rip that vest with the teflon teflon

-choros-