Rhythm D - Down Foe My Thang lyrics

[Layzie Bone] Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up n***as be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their d**h Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady Call me lightweight crazy, number one n***a little Layzie n***a don't wanna fight Runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a n***a gonna have to show ya Faded a n***a that stepped up. Let's slip in some sh** See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that a** Had to blast that click-click Sprayed the gauge, all co*ked, and ready to spray down to the pave Puttin' them souls up off in them graves Dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain Better be packin' your weapon, cause my sh** is kept And I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin' Danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest But you shoulda wore a vest, fool, cause the Bone don't front n***a check or get wrecked Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC Loc'd out with the khakis and high techs Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' d**, gotta make that money, man Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang Bone be me gang [Flesh-N-Bone] We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's Known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on So, leave 'em alone. They come They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blown Lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda You're runnin' up eye to eye with d**h Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss And this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em (winnin'/greetin') 'em with me nine, runnin' with thugs And hustlas and murderin' 'em every time Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang Bone be me gang [Bizzy Bone] Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper Reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta Buck 'em. Buck 'em. Motherf** 'em Thug never done bluff and f** them bustas So back up off me. No stack won't let me slip When a n***a start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard b**h, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta Quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, n***a My little n***a, Mo! Hart, my bigger n***a, Sin, dash fast Get up with the block at last blast they a**, pa** cash, then stash Me can k**a for free for homies and family Tell 'em to see me, that realer n***a, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double Glock. Pop. Pop Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug You don't want f** with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas Blood, me fillin' 'em, like that nightmare, me murder. I show no mercy Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see [Krayzie Bone] Get ready to duck, b**h, or get f**ed up They never could f** with me sawed-off pump b**h, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, n***a, y'all all f**ed Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it Now, n***a, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click And now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back Tossin' the rest in a coffin, cause n***as be runnin' up, talkin' trash Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs And I claim and hang with Ts, n***as that make cheese for the green leaves Gotta give peace, cause they swang these. Come, n***a, meet my hood And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, b**h n***a, muthaf** 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run So the po-po don't catch up--n***a can't be arrested One M-11 me sendin' n***as to hell, a felon 187 Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and n***a that pick up Mossberg The quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman That's all you heard Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang Bone be me gang Bang, bang, bang, bang