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Bone Thugs-n-harmony

7 sign (f maje$ty)
Ain't nothin changed
All original
Body rott
Evil paradise
Family tree
Get 'cha thug on (f..
Get up and get it
Handle the vibe
Hatin nation
If i could teach the world
It's all mo' thug
Look into my eyes
Look into my eyes (atlan..
Mind on our money
Mo' thug
Mo' thug - family tree
Neighborhood slang
Ready 4 war
Retaliation

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Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Body rott

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Krayzie:
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott.
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott

Krayzie:
We po-po chasers wantin' blood. You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us. Don't
be so quick to test. I'll be annoyed and might bust. I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the
Quija, so I can see if he can tell me why ya hatin' on me, bitin' on me, why ya want me, to
show a nigga, Leatherface indeed. Don't fuck around nigga. He's a real buck-em'-down nigga.
Mutha' fuck rappin'. How's about fuckin' with me now, nigga. Niggas get your checks from your
broads, get high. Then your broads sneak your keys from your niggas and ride. Everybody wanna
party even the niggas with the problem. Made nigga, we done solve 'em, cuz bitch we'll squash
'em. You don't know me, fuck you when you got beef. But you also got the clone styles and
know Mo' T. See me rappin' on your T.V. yakin'. When you see us in person think we won't flex
or show you no action. Down for mine gotta show a nigga time to time. So I figure I'll slow
down the rhyme. So they can understand I'm filled!
with so much anger and pain and if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga.
Fuck calm time to ring the alarm. Breakin' the niggas outta prison killin' all the guards.
WHOO! Power to the people givin' people the power to put it down in your city, and fuck them
hillbillies, nigga. I can't stand no mutha' fuckin' po-po. When will we start killin' these
bitches and takin' no more. Mo Thug the only clique that I claim. Although Bone beyond
bangin', you can say I roll with a gang. And dissin' chin checkers in the makin'. So nigga
continue the rotation.

Krayzie:
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott.
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott

Bizzy:
I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I heard.
Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders. Look they did to (Tyrone) feelin' the flow, and let it blow when pistols
probably stay strong for Bone, bitch, you fuckin' (...?...) with and in 1999 when ya meet up in the end, bet it be no peace for
police, the Biz here to rip the streets and get 'em all pissed, get (...?...), we don't take defeat. Me steppin', retreat, you can
lose your arms, better use your feet. Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, hear the pump erupt. We're corrupt as a
four-dollar fuck, come and get fucked up, and get up outta the county, nigga, get rowdy, (duck in the valley), disappear here,
in an alley, reappear, -pear, off in Cali, and you feel me down in (?) I done stalk like a madman, and we do shit in Cleveland,
with the band, now look at platinum, fuck the rap, they caught a bitch-made hation nation, nowadays an occupation, so why
you hate me? Still can't fade me away. Go on, be gone. The point of view was made with the song, and murder them cops,
let their body rott.

Krayzie:
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott.
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott

Layzie:
How you see me when you see me? Drinkin' on Henessey and Remy. Look in my eyes--my shit is dreamy; beggin' to Scotty,
won't you beam me up? I buck, twelve gauge erupt, disrupt your order. Infantry, y'all better expect annihilation, fuckin'
around with an S-C-T. And I better be a soldier, organize up, but they're lovin' just us, army, see, full of harmony, and niggas,
in thugs we trust. So, nigga, I bust, so back up off me, givin' no mercy. Shit is critical, killin' you individual with a Ouija-type
ritual. I'm diggin' a ditch for all you po-po who felt you could come and raid me, ain't no way be to safe. Nigga, it's the army
brigade. So, listen up, and hear what's spoken as I start this locomotion, retaliate because we chosen, open showin' the Lord
devotion. Yeah.

Krayzie:
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott.
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott

Wish:
Now when your fuckin' with me, make sure you know what you're doin', got niggas that know what they doin' rollin' with me.
Infrared to your head. Don't beg, you dead, we fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure I'm free, so when you need me I can
buck another day. It's a Bone thang, better ride, ride. 'Cause what you're fuckin' with, you're gon' die-die. Don't be
surprised, Bone want your presidents, wanna run it all, run all of it, all, fuck that dog, fuck that dog, 'cause niggas is
superstitious. Nigga don't pull no gun, if you ain't gon' spit. Click-clack back be sound. These police and haters is wrong,
oh. We buckin' 'em down. Trust in me in harmony, I try peace. Eternally bless my soul, Lord, and everybody that rides with
me: it's from me to you. It's from me to you [me to you]. 'Cause it's my point of view. It's just our point of view [point of
view, point of view, point of view]. Yeah, and that's why I stay high. So high, so high, like lodi-da-da-da, lodi-da-da-da, so
high, so high.

Krayzie:
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott.
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott

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