[DJ U-Neek]

Welcome to the dark side......



[playing in reverse throughout Bizzy's intro]

It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone..



[Bizzy Bone]

Gotta give it on up to the glock glock

Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow

The bone in me never no ho,

so no creepin up outta the ziplock

So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up

And flipped in, than slipped the clip in,

mistakin' the bloody victims

Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and ... [fades away]



[DJ U-Neek]

Buck buck buck blow

Ha ha ha hah ha ha ha haa

Right back at your motherfucking ass

Comes those real true thugs

Straight out the double glock,

Puttin' it down for the motherfuckin' land

Taking no shorts no losses

Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas,

You betta tell 'em what's real bitch

Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5

I bring to you the one and only...

Bone Thugs N Harmony



Nigga this St. Claire... [echoes]



[Chorus]

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin them bodies undaground



[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]

It'll be all about that llelo bank roll

Betta make that money man, dead wrong

Put it on the low betta beat them hoes

Gotta get them demons off me

Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul

And sleepin' ain't good to go now

When I'm wll rollin' off those

'N betta watch the do'

Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'

None ah them thugs I bails wid

Put ah trail ah twelve guage shells

Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11

12-guage and the AK-47 spray

Let the Ripster kill 'em now

Put 'em off in the grave daily

When the slugs start crawl up in ya

Well I roll wid realer niggas

Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground

Lit 'em up to kill ya



[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]

Them St. Claire thugs we love

When they pumpin' them slugs now what,

See them duck from the scum

When I dug them enemies deep  in the muddy drug

Don't run wid them

Choose snooze you lose

And left in the alley fa fucked up

What's up wid them shoes ooh they knew

So we runnin' offa my dog's truck

Bust ah left at the block and what'da ya know

All ah the po-po they follow

Cuff ah guy and see him layin' behind the store

But nigga remember my motto

No surrender, gotta get away hit the fence wid the quickness

Hit the other side and I swing to the right

Running through the gutta hit '95,

Peel, bending for safety we make it and chill

Gotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real

Nigga drop that bill or I pop my steel

Ain't no competition don't fuck wid my clik

And so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay

When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets

So droppa that dolla man glocka holla bang

Thuggin' wid ah thug nigga smoking blunts

Nigga don't stiff on no weed smoke it off

Cause nigga you know when the pockets get ride

I'ma run and get ah sack and come choke wid ch'all



[Verse 3: Layzie Bone]

Now you fuckin' wid these thuggish killas

Creepin' up outta the land and they ready to ride

Gettin' high of thai

My niggs in the land got glocks fa days on the 9-9

Betta kill 'em all dog

Bed make as they fall wid the 12-guage you bustin' on niggas

So what now, come nigga get buck pow

And not only that get shut ta fuck down

And I'm talkin' bout niggas that wanna contend wid the thugstas

Some nigga done fucked up

Neva no playa hataz in the clik touch loud and we neva no bustaz

Neva catch ah nigga sleep

Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell

Daily collectin' me mail

And I meet you in hell if all else fails

Oh well



Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' that body underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' that body underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' that body underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' that body underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' that body underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' that body underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' that body underground