Title 79
Clog Up Yo Mind
Krayzie:
Sit back n let this thug shit clog up yo' mind, (yea). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, (nigga). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind (would cha). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, mind mind.
Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fukk wit' nobody, I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs. Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedez, as ah bye-bye. Nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey, especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah nigga wit' thugshit, 'cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play. Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally reallize who ya fukkin' wit'. Fukkin' wit' dem niggaz in Cleveland, ya do whateva like he say. Then flip again, in Tha Land, got tha upperhand, 'cause I got tha gripping good delay. If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass, and then pass wit' tha very blast. It ain't innocent, you should never been there in tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah. Willin' die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin', nut devotion just do what you want. So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose? You'll feel tha vibe, nigga. Killin' 'cause I'm Krayzie, nigga, 'cause I got ta get tha money, get tha platinum fund ta pay. But I'm ah be ah thinkin' bout my niggaz when I got ta do sum flippin', if ah nigga ain't got my back.
Layzie:
Sit back n let this thug shit clog up yo' mind, mind, mind. Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, mind, mind. Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, mind, mind. Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, mind mind.
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo. Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though. Wit' ah nuttin' indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure. Hope ya know, I rip heartz, it's on, jackin' move, then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin'. Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tough, Double Glock and it's not forgotten. Bitchez drop in Tha Clair. It's tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit' Eazy E and we made it, and ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous, I'd still leave 'em in tha streetz, you can't blame us (lady luv), 'cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin' in tha streetz and I'm rollin'. Thuggin' by tha deadliest geez, you can't fukk wit' us, to tha pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin', blow you up. Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men, and we'd tested stress. Wanna be blessed consists of tha sin, in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead.
Bizzy:
Sit back n let this thug shit clog up yo' mind, mind, mind. Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, mind, mind (nigga). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, mind, mind (mutha phuka). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind,mind mind(nigga).
And I promised, that all tha soulz would last, 'till tha dayz of tha livez of tomorrow, and if yo'd follow, tha end of tha world, should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know. I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang, enemiez fold ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya, flossin' all tha way. Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold, it goez, around up in slow-mo. Been tickin', and I land down to Newport. I'm alone, yes, but I may not rest. Police will see me silenced stressin'. Nigga was steppin' up in ah, when I catched them thieven, and I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson. Blastin', no more, no I'm not havin' it. Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy. Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy, and I face now's nasty blastin'. For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence. Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let's begin' ah new riot. Hittin', and buckin' dem down to tha pave. 'Cause I'm in tha new sense of me grave. Couldn't you hataz, wouldn't be saved, hate 'em. Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem. Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy, and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me. Hit tha weed, and y'all in. Rollin' yo finga but spot ya. Bam 'em, yam'em. Fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin' foe tha scenez. Still in ah myst wit' tha clich, an unpropable way of ah trial 'cause it's tha funk, sing.
Wish:
Sit back n let this thug shit clog up yo' mind(yea). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind(come on, come on, come on). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind(would cha). Sit back n let this thug shit clog up your mind, mind mind.
Now give it to 'em) Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state, wit' tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin' you what you need man. Clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know Bone in tha fukkin' war (no, no), you hataz make feel like, you wanna feel my muthafukkin' 44. But I gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein', I'm mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug Calvary, on tha streetz. Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill, when it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die, I've been tryin'. If you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone, then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down, but get stuff, but ya come on, come on.
Sit back n let this thug shit clog up yo' mind.