Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Текст песни Eternal

Layzie:
Where you from, nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin' Land of
the Heartless: five true thugs from the double-glock, [and you

fall] ready to pop to the dome. Eternally, it's on. Yeah.

Straight Mo Thug nigga, return from the Clair. Test this hustla?
Better not dare. We thug on the block, and distributin' llello.

Lil' Layzie be there daily collectin' me bankroll, rollin' with
trues, nothin' to lose, nevertheless ain't about that talkin',
screamin'
out murder, comin' to serve ya. Nigga, we told ya. Bone be stalkin',
sleepwalkin'. #1 Assassin pick up the pump and then
causin' the twelve gauge eruption. Let loose with a buckshot,
blastin', Bone up outta the cut, and me buckin'. Eternally here
to
stay in the khakis suits and the high tech boots. Oops, I'm comin'
with troops. Fools be ready to shoot, collectin' my loot.
Blazin' up, burnin' my brain, that's here insane. I crept and
I came. Niggas that fell off--they thought they could hang. Gettin'

'em slain, tryin' to fuck with the chain gang. Bang. Straight
Land of the Heartess, where the thugs be thinkin' on executions,

straight prosecution, Lil' Lay go buck and start confusion.

Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.

Bizzy:
Come and then fall to me hollow points, now. Pow. Pullin' that
body underground, put 'em in the grave, they lay away down.
Clair playas, stay down. I'm one of the thuggest muthafuckas
in your city, and a me strapped back, ride, ready me pap pap
in
broad daylight. Chill with me, roll, roll, roll, to the Boneyard.
Hit that hydro. That's where all we bail, that's where all we
sell,
where I better keep that high on. My mind fried. Ride to the
darkside. Feel the darkness. East ninety-nine, mine the thugs,
I
loves 'em. Heartless, yeah. Follow me, now, and ride. Follow
me, come inside. You can run, but won't escape alive. So
many tried, but died.

Krayzie:
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets. They try to escape
me, but only get sprayed. Gotta get away, when the po-pos
chase me [chase me], so me ready with a me gauge. Bang. Bang.
Put 'em in a coffin. Buck. Pump. Dumpin' they bodies.
Come again, dumpin' they bodies. Murdered them, deep in they
posse. Thug, what? Check out the glock-glock, quick to hit
it, we swang. Niggas slang that 'cane and remain, smoke bud all
day and maintain. They come, they gun, they run from the
po-po. Jump the fence hit ninety-fifth, and now, nigga, let's
roll some shit. Let's smoke. Out thuggin' for money, well damn,

that's tellin' po-po back up off me. Nigga, me fucked up, now.
Little Tommy screamin' out, "Six-five!" That's when a me
jumped up. I'm out, now. Little nigga playin' with them holice,
hit the Clair, get 'em up with Big Bro, Rod J. Nigga need some

weed, and it's funny, I ain't got no money. Nigga put me down,
swing to the (?) with some brews. Really don't drink, but it's

for me trues. Four crazy niggas with nothin' to lose.

Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.

Wish:
Hey, now from the C-Town. We be down, thug niggas know Strate
came up. Nigga, wanna test? Must rest, buckshots all in
that chest, he's fucked up. Killas for the nigga that's real
and in with that Clair, been in the dump. Pop when they run,
gun,
bodies gon' fall. My Cleveland niggas, what's up? Get down for
that thang in the game. Bang, bang if you have to. Beatin'
niggas down in any town. Now don't let me catch ya. Mentality
straight from the C-Town where everyday niggas get beatin'
down. Better think before you run up. I gun up. But I think he
peeps game, now. To the niggas, there's just nobody fuckin'
with Bone. Swang with a click tight claim. It's on. Eternally
flow style, nigga, that's Bone.

Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.