your silly friends back home I've become for you the last to know So come on, go on You're bad to the bone You're bad to the bone With your strange desire
: [Krayzie Bone:] Every time I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand
Intro: Krayzie] That's right Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back up in this muthafucka Nigga, duce double 0 duce Lay, B, Wish Flesh (Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug
Yeah, that motherfuckin snake in the grass We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis [Bizzy Bone
I learned to harmony On the streets, on tha Clair, that's where I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha Clair that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's
brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air
the good days of a summer out west. Here's to Saint Anne who's gone mad. Here's to the love that bursts from our chests. Here's to the good days and bad
babe with your guardian eyes so blue. Hey my baby don't you know our love is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies
cash And the mask of different madman, flip blast In the glass of vision, precision to, get past on the map Very bad vocal from every paragraph Blast about bad
-tches thick, make them look like tacara? Man I'm to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes The World is in my hands, and I keep my hands
the hood - gangsta talk! [Kurupt] To my nigga Eastwood - gangsta talk! Kurupt and Daz - gangsta talk! Gangsta's ride, uhh, do what gangsta's do Bandanna hangin from
of time is "Where do we come from, where do we go?" Well, let me tell you a story which took place a long, long time ago. 450 000 years before our time
: [Gudda Gudda:] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the doe still, And anybody in my way, Roadkill, Evrything my hands touch turn to gold, Money
them b-tches thick, make them look like Tocara? man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands
snake in the grass Should of stuck the nigga fast Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus Now our
Everytime I, turn around Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin