Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Strictly For My Grind lyrics

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Loose! Sippin on gin, f** juice A hundred percent brew The gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce So easy when me pull me lead off No one's allowed When you see me n***a, keep your head up No need to bow We say f** you now Let loose the strays and i get em Bet you'll catch em, forget em Snatch AK's and I lit em So….Speed em up, dont catch the buck and dont you f**s wit me Eazy-E on the gank move I ganked you, so easily Fools. Slipped up Now whos' got they dick up your sh** Flipped the script, slipped a little RIP and set trick [Verse 2: Flesh-N-Bone] Just think about all the past times Stack sneakin the gun, Im blastin up in your car so The Glock Glock goes pop And I might drop the bombs, disaster when I'm rollin I keep the gun I'm holdin in a me trench and Dont mention, Im a lunatic, “click” Runnin me dick in They co*ked, they plot Say who know when, but me be f**in Thats right, I chopp Me be the punk who calling me bluffing… [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] It shouldn't a went wrong All done, when the RIP pump that pistol grip Thugged out on a 187 Where the n***as, they temple split Hit em up, get em up n***a dont get caught runnin with them hoods and Be nothing but thugs and slugs and d** Be running off in my hood and n***a dont f** with the Glock Glock Gotta drop for the pop of the buckshot You see me hangin and bangin and naming n***a dont test, that gauge's co*ked They drop the top Me bloody me jackedt when buckin the pap pap No need of a word when you served You heard it when i clacked that gat back Runnin with gats and bats So n***a dont test RIP Cuz youll get a peeled cap Pap pap that dome Better check that temple when a n***a done got that skull cracked Lil RIP done grown up The bigger the n***a, the quicker get showed up Lets swerve to the bird Hit up a hold up, so many bodies done blown up Nuts, bucks, and guts n***as mistaking they balls for dogs All n***as will get mauled Come find em, pick up a pole and flip on all yall And I'll never hold up Especially when I'm rosed out Better bring your click Them guns run, roll out or get blown out You dont….wanna get nutty cuz n***a you gon get bloody Once you see the braids and skullies Cover that throat, when i cut it up, somethin lovely The thug i be, me Smuggin up in the Land, buckin n***as and Pumpin me slugs up in the man, the man… [Verse 4: Krayzie Bone] Im runnin the graveyard shift Now lemme get down for my crime Gotta go purchase a dime Smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind And pullin the stick to get down for the crime Swig on some wine Slip on the Glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see Gotta buck em on down if they come back talkin like Gimme back me mony Thuggin wit me k**as Need us a liter of liquor, but n***as ain't got sh** Wit a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent n***a like me fiendin for them green leaves But i ain't got no doe Gotta make some money so me making me dummy rocks Choppin up soap Split em up, get em up, hit em off the block Put a hand pullin on each loaded barrel Cuz a fiend might trip when he hit the sh** and flip Finna see this ain't yayo But n***a dont come back You might get a peeled cap Or maybe concussion from n***as stompin that a** to the curb Oh n***a, its like that n***as, drug dealers peelin k**ers soft That sawed-off so Come and let your nuts hang If you thug gotta cut them balls off though So n***a respect this Or you're gonna rest b**h Off in the grave and your brain'll be hangin From swangin with my gang and n***a dont want no problems But then if you wants to cause it A 9 milimeter, sawed-off, a .380 tech nine comin out of me closet [Verse 5: Layzie Bone] My n***a, just call it a raid Putting your sh** to the pave Finna go meeting gauge Live in the Land of the brave, craze, dazed Gotta blaze the maze and never did phase bone My thugster brothers ruggish never did take no loss and Putting n***as in the coffin You're dearly departed, better off and Senseless k**ers, Sawed-off haulin off the best of n***as And i put to rest them n***as Flesh'll test, and i flex on n***as Mr. RIP get clip, come and rippin em with the pistol grip And if them trip feel the bone, now watch me get fatal with flim Now come to the teacher More creature cuz i never did love ya Motherf** that buster Number one with the gun gotta stay above ya f** wit a thug, a n***a get drug You feelin the stiff from a 38 slug man Lemme see you hang, swang, bang to them brains Chain gang So a n***a remain insane, maintaining that steady buzz You feel the stress, test the best Now n***a what Nuts up in a them guts Trust that i bust them slugs up Runnin up rappin that big sh** Ending up getting your wig split b**h, dumped in a ditch Never knew no one could f** wit the bone, its on And show the double Glock is where the thugstas roam, its on So trick that buster, listen Better check your ammunition Bones' sh** be hittin, no competition, leavin em pinched in…