were blunt - your cunts were blunt - your cunts were blunt - your cunts were blunt we we are blunt were proud and were punk from england and now that we are
some warm milo tea Rub massage home made Coco butter skin cream Interior design of Ights gold and green And the vibes are pure And the thoughts are clean
singling Better mind who you Feel and fingling We don't join Goose and gandering We don't join Chumpas squandering And the sound of The album cramping him Well we
raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice Them mothers are getting younger today Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way We don't have role models But we
nigga ayyon Dont take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger
kiss me twice and I will never leave your side...(if) Dreams Come True [Lead: Oscar] Then, when the walls are breaking down on us, when all we see
the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa
we get it right we keep it flowing now we're sick tight We keep an eye for each other then again our known associates endure we make a sick tight connection when we
this is the city we've reached we've come to go unrecognized on the corner or make moves all the lights are red all the poets are dead a familiar nightmare
Shoppe we with whatever EightBall stay high forever Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever We here to keep the party live Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
We Got A Crew And I We A Bunch Of Trigger Squeezers They Call Us Nigga Bleeders We Make Niggas Bleed We Cant Get At You Shit We Kidnap Your Seed
Bone Thug niggaz never beat, we told 'em Guess they thinkin niggaz was weak but we showed 'em We on top it ain't no stoppin us, the suckas wishin we would
em up off my block stunned One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya you fuckin' with Bone you better believe we livin' like soldiers We lovin' that
s the grand daddy'' Yo nigga wit a [?] keep a cold-o-flow doe Chiefin' on my blunt by the car where we be blow dro yo Dippin' throw the crowd niggaz
degrees for those who know My fire's higher than the liars, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a
degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a flame
me now!!) {Busta Rhymes} Welcome.. We are now in the current state of the Anarchy We fight, to survive niggaz We fight, to rule our own government We
