Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Текст песни Crept And We Came

Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.

Bizzy:
Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a all'll be sprayed. Follow
the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily
pumpin' must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop,
outta the window. We roll. Lil' Ripsta realer off and better

often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the
darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish

ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with
the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells. You're bloody
murder murdered. Comin' to serve ya, runnin' with gats and bats
and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll.

Krayzie:
Krayzie's on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa,
that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick

up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck
it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin' this rap thang,

now. Never takin' no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin'
now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my
daily thang. Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas, only
roll with thugstas, killas. Beat 'em in gutters. Me stick 'em.

Me stuck 'em. We murdered 'em every time, now. Bodies be dug
off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say,
give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin' that llello,
bankroll. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When
the
po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's
when you lay low.

Layzie:
Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down.
Came up with a plan, and we creepin' up outta me
hometown. Me hate to be leavin' the glock-glock, now, but I'm
livin' so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin' like trues,

give it up to the bang, always stay down for my thang. And I
still remain the same, never gonna change. Out my hood, I claim.

Nigga done jumped in the game. It's straight up confusion, 'cause
niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his back daily,
even more lately, but they can't break little Layzie. So a nigga
stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever,

me blaze. Thuggin' in my murderous ways. Praisin' the gauge,
let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta 'em,
killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played.
Bottom line, nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we

rollin' with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain,
for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept
and we
came.

Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.

Wish:
Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down for
them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin' with the same trues

thuggin' on the Glock-glock. Ain't shit changed. Buck 'em. Fuck
'em. Put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta.
Nigga, don't be tryin' no dumb shit; Bone's still pumpin' them
daily slugs at ya. Creepin' up outta the hood, roll to the West

Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin' on the nine
nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin' for your shit, wish you

would. Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a bodybag. Nigga, down
for your cash. Nigga, that's your life. Nigga, it's like that

when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind.
Bailin' down the Clair, gettin' much love, needin' mo' bud,
gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin' that yum-yum dope,
and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin' my gauge to
your throat.

Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.

Flesh:
A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin' them bullets up
into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust
us.
We the muthafuckin' thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta,
nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain,

swang, gotta kick 'em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss.
Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I'm off the hook when I
put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You're wrong.
On the ground, they lay, when I spray that chrome.
Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I'm comin' up when I ride,
got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find

they time to grind. Droppin' the dime, packin' the nine, and
ready to bang. Pullin' the triggers to blow out your brains.
Bone
got a game, man. We crept and we came.

Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.