E 1999 Eternal

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony E 1999 Eternal專輯

16.No Shorts, No Losses


Layzie

I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and i
swerve, drunk as i sit on the curb. get up to purchase some
herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve.
heard about
And hustlas, but i never knew none like us before. we're
druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. suck these thuggish ruggish nuts!
peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. puttin' in work,
and i
Em where it hurts. puttin' it down. bone first. and i'll hit 'em
with a ouija curse, from worse to worst. duck if you wantin' to
test bone. the conse-sequences are fatal. ready be strapped,
pap,
-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause i be livin me label:
ruthless. and i steady be down, just foe tha love of money,
yeah. for the love of the wasteland clair. for the love that
brought me here.
In' p's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. pop,
pop your pistol now. if a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on
the ground, make him lay down, stay down. harmony smooth with th
G shit. mo murda to the fools
That clone. five niggas loc'd out with the roughness. and it's
war tryin' to craft these bones. bring on your stretchers,
you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to
cross thi
Me and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch! ain't takin' no
shorts or no losses.


Krayzie

Niggas come fuck with me now! krayzie that nigga that pump,
pump! nigga that's my daily thang. down with the bang, bang,
swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. insane to the
brain, m
Ga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. bitch if
you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga
we're comin' to cut 'cha. everyday be the same old: st. clair to
flip o
Same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs. but nigga back
up it's a bone thing, what? never takin' no shorts or no losses,
creepin' up outta me clique see. mo murda! mo murda! and ouija
Be with me. creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of
money. stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you
if we have to. remember me no surrender. kill 'em me dig real
deep in
Fin. me no pretender. leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses.


Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. [takin' no shorts
no losses man!]

Wish

Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in
them coffins. let 'em know when niggas run up, i gun 'em. gotta
let 'em know who the boss is, see. pop, pop, let 'em drop, mo
thug!
Niggas is nothing but killas. we creepin', we needin' more
money. we seen and we caught and hung him, uh! i'm lovin' my
thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. the nigga
you know th
Heard you serve and murder all bustas now. hardtimes, gotta get
mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. and a nigga gotta
die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. cockin' my
pump,
Ugs all up in ya, now what? shoot a bitch just like a nigga,
ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall. it's wish bone, no
shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. me and my thugs,
smokin', choki
Et a nigga p.o.d. off that wine.


Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. [takin' no shorts
no losses man!]

Flesh

Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. come creep
in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood. it'll be your loss.
even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good.
can
Ck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out.
strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the clair, we strip 'em
and beat they brains out. i gotta give p's to all of my trues
steadily pa
Them dues. we niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin'
on brew and actin' a fool. mo thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud,
fiend for the green leaves. nigga, quick pull out them trees. i
pul
My cheese. now, gimme, now, what me need. remember me killa, cap
peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if
you run up, i'm bound to rip ya. me puttin' in work, pullin' me
bu
, it hurt, better run to chalk it. diggin' ya deep in the dirt,
squirt blood, see the bone'll take no shorts or losses.


Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. [takin' no shorts
no losses man!]

Bizzy
Boneyard! pump nigga that's startin' some shit up, what? little
ripsta, get 'cha. cleveland thugs, all of my muthafuckas show
they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. ready
to
You up. must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the
clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas.
when a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. now they
be gun
Outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back
door. hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your tec, and they
fly, why? i die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the
nine-nine, rid
Killa, gravedigger nigga, comin' up out my trench. rest in
peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire
fence. hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'. gotta
watch whe
Po-po raisin' up upon me. turn around and faced 'em. pump, pump
and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).