Da Introduction Lyrics

Welcome to the dark side It's the Thuggish Ruggish 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 [Unverified]
Buck buck buck blow Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 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
Execution double nine style Steadily sendin' them bodies undaground
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 And betta watch the do'
Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin' None ah them thugs I bails wid Put ah trail ah twelve gage shells Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-gage 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
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
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-gage 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