Welcome to the darkside

Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone

Eazy-E: Eternal

Eternal

Eternal

St

Clair, n**s (niggas, niggas)

(Laughing

Scream

Thunder.)

Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before 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, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. '

Member to test nuts . .

(Explosion.)

Buck!

Buck!

Buck!

Buck!

(Laughing.)

Right back at your m**n' asses, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the m**n' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass n**s

You better tell me what's real, b**h

Takin' over s**t in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

N**a, this St

Clair (this St

Clair, this St

Clair)

Yeah, n**a

Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground

N**a be all about that llello bankroll

Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up h**s, and I peel 'em and bang

Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good till dawn

When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'

Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven

Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray

Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya

When I roll with realer n**s, pop, pop

Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya

Them St

Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud

They drugged

I roll with them trues

Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor f**d up

What's up with them shoes?

Ooh, they new

So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks

Bust a left at the block

Hey, what do ya know?

Oh, no, the po-po--they follow

Copper gotta see the n**a layin' but can't escape, but n**a, remember my motto: me no surrender

Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five

Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real

N**a, drop that bill, or I pop my steel

Ain't no competition, don't f**k with my click, and so listen you b**s that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets

So drop that dollar, man

Gotta holler, bang

F**n' with a thug n**a smokin' blunts

N**a, don't stiff on the w**d, smoke it all, 'cause, n**a, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke

Now you're f**n' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off Thai

My n**s in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine

But I kill 'em all, dog

Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on n**s, so what now?

Come, n**a, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the f**k down

And I'm talkin' about n**s that wanna contend with them thugstas

Some n**s done f**d up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas

Never catch a n**a sleep, hear the buckshot's rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell

Daily collectin' me mil, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails

Oh, well

Execution double nine style

Execution double nine style

Execution double nine style

Execution double nine style

Execution double nine style

Execution double nine style