Wicked (Intro)

歌詞

Who the nigga with the gauge in ya face? It's Leatherface in the place, about to hit ya in ya bankroll! All the niggaz that was poppin before started to rock it We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes! Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow, and have them feelin it all over the world They see the Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Me and my niggaz is thorough-bred and every time we pull up in the party we twirl in Yeah, they be like, "look, look, there go them Bone Thug niggaz" "I wonder if them niggaz is really some thug niggaz" And then they start to drink and get a little buzz in em And then they get to thinkin they can f**k with us niggaz Now we don't need a lot of bodyguards when we roll So, you know we packin heaters from the door Fo-Fo, all I really need to guard my body And plus I'm with some niggaz all kind of psychotic... You niggaz is f**ked, yeah! That's what ya gonna do? When ya run up, ya done up, them busta niggaz fools And we don't play, catch a feelin, bring it yo way! We them thugs, niggaz really buzzed, nigga all day! If we have to, yeah, think about the time When a nigga disrespect mine, where I'm from, then I got to shoot! St. Clair, yeah! Cleveland's right here! Hustlin right here, them thugsta niggaz right here! What, what? Them other niggaz play tenderous, and won't bust! Not-not me no... no, not me no, I will, bust at will, I'll see ya Comeback boy, for sayin what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya, see ya You should have never passed, stay in your place Mind your bidness or end up needin a witness, yeahhhhhh.... Let me make this the last time, a nigga gotta say this The original Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play with We get down for our damn thang, rank us among the greatest And I'm sendin my shouts out, and f**k you to the haters Who deny? In 1994 we switched the game up With the homies with the rappin and the flow that always change up Playin lames in the games, what a shame, had to hang up They music careers, cause my clique brought the bangers These niggaz wanna ride on a coat-tail They stay on the dick, because we servin 'em so swell I remember when motherf**kers called it bitin They used to do that, cause these niggaz couldn't write it All I'm tryna say is, give a nigga credit If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga gettin deaded It's all about respect, remember Layzie Bone said it Better believe I'ma get mine, I'm dyin as a legend I'm livin as a legend, if I want it I'ma get it Nigga, hustle game tight, y'all can't f**k with it This swagger is so strong, been doin it so long And nigga it's so cold, with bidness! We got the (Thugs) on the (Line), and the (Thugs) screamin (Mo!) When we put it all together, thug niggaz gettin dough Settin trends in this bitch, like we did it before Still creepin on ah come up, through the backdoor, nigga!