Lyric No Shorts
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Layzie:
I m takin swig of the burb, word, downin my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on curb. Get up to purchase some herbs to ease
up my nerves, while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us. Before we
druggin em off in dumpsters, suck these thuggish-ruggish nuts. Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt, puttin in
work, and I hit him where it hurts, puttin it down on first, and hit him with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you
willing to test Bone, the consa-equences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin
me label: Ruthless. And I steady be puttin it down just for the love of money, yeah, for the love of the wasteland--Clair, for
the love that brought me here. Droppin P s to the double-glock. Ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop, your pistol,
now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground. Make em lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug
shit. Mo murda to the fools that clone. Five niggas loc d out with the roughness, and it s war tryin to craft these Bones. Bring
on your stretchers your dearly departed. You rest in a coffin for darin to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed by the
boss, bitch. Ain t takin no shorts or no losses.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Krayzie:
Nigga, gon fuck with me, now? Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump. Nigga, that s my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang.
Swangin on thangs it really don t matter, man. Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this, now, bite one bid, and nigga, we re comin to cut ya. Everyday be same old: St.
Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin to steady the thugs, but nigga, back up. It s a Bone thang, what? Never takin
no shorts or no losses, creepin up outta me click, see. Mo murda, mo murda, and Ouija will be with me. Creepin on a come
up, doin it for the love of money. Stalkin (gat fools), walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember: me no
surrender, kill em and lay em up deep in a coffin. Me no pretender, Leather Face takin no shorts or no losses.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Wish:
Ain t takin no shorts or no losses, tossin niggas all up in them coffins. Let em know when they run up, I gun em, gotta let em
know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let em drop. Mo Thug, them niggas is nothin but killas. We creepin , we needin more
money. We sick, and we cold, and we hungry. I m lovin my thugstas. My click consists of nothin but hustlas. Then, nigga,
you know that I hurt ya, serve and murder all bustas, now. Hard times, gotta grind, get mine, even if it means, pap, that s your
life. And a nigga gotta die by the sword, a gauge, my nine, and my knife. Cockin pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain t no thing for triggers--you ll fall. It s Wish Bone. No shorts, gotta get mine. Yeah, it s my
time. Me and my thugs smoke and choke, and let a nigga P.O.D. off that wine.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Flesh:
Run em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood, it d be your loss.
Even if you bring your click, get tossed, it d do you no good. Can t fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang
out. Strangle the man, and drug em up off the Clair, we strip em, and beat they brains out. I gotta give P s to all of my trues
steadily payin them dues. We niggas with nothin to lose, trippin and sippin on brews and actin a fool. Mo Thug be lovin to
smoke mo bud, fiend for the green leaves. Nigga, quick pull out them trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what
me need. Remember: me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I m bound to rip ya.
Me put em in work, pullin me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it, diggin ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone ll take
no shorts or losses.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Bizzy:
Boneyard (?) nigga that s startin some shit up, what? Little Ripsta, get (jumped. Cleveland) thugs, all of my muthafuckas show
they nuts and guts, runnin up out the cut, pumpin bucks, ready to fuck you up. Must bust them, and steady be dumpin ,
thuggin on the Clair, oh yeah, let s smoke out on 88th, jumpin with playas. When a me forty-fo let go, feelin Glock-glock roll,
now they (?), gunnin outta the window, we peep out the few comin outta the back door. Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up
your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigga,
comin up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and runnin from the holice, jumpin that barbed-wire fence, hittin the pavement
dazed, the gauge was blazin . Gotta watch when the po-po raisin up upon me. Turn around and faced em. Pump, pump and
fade em, now [fade em, now; fade em, now].
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Layzie:
I m takin swig of the burb, word, downin my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on curb. Get up to purchase some herbs to ease
up my nerves, while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us. Before we
druggin em off in dumpsters, suck these thuggish-ruggish nuts. Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt, puttin in
work, and I hit him where it hurts, puttin it down on first, and hit him with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you
willing to test Bone, the consa-equences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin
me label: Ruthless. And I steady be puttin it down just for the love of money, yeah, for the love of the wasteland--Clair, for
the love that brought me here. Droppin P s to the double-glock. Ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop, your pistol,
now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground. Make em lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug
shit. Mo murda to the fools that clone. Five niggas loc d out with the roughness, and it s war tryin to craft these Bones. Bring
on your stretchers your dearly departed. You rest in a coffin for darin to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed by the
boss, bitch. Ain t takin no shorts or no losses.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Krayzie:
Nigga, gon fuck with me, now? Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump. Nigga, that s my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang.
Swangin on thangs it really don t matter, man. Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this, now, bite one bid, and nigga, we re comin to cut ya. Everyday be same old: St.
Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin to steady the thugs, but nigga, back up. It s a Bone thang, what? Never takin
no shorts or no losses, creepin up outta me click, see. Mo murda, mo murda, and Ouija will be with me. Creepin on a come
up, doin it for the love of money. Stalkin (gat fools), walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember: me no
surrender, kill em and lay em up deep in a coffin. Me no pretender, Leather Face takin no shorts or no losses.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Wish:
Ain t takin no shorts or no losses, tossin niggas all up in them coffins. Let em know when they run up, I gun em, gotta let em
know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let em drop. Mo Thug, them niggas is nothin but killas. We creepin , we needin more
money. We sick, and we cold, and we hungry. I m lovin my thugstas. My click consists of nothin but hustlas. Then, nigga,
you know that I hurt ya, serve and murder all bustas, now. Hard times, gotta grind, get mine, even if it means, pap, that s your
life. And a nigga gotta die by the sword, a gauge, my nine, and my knife. Cockin pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain t no thing for triggers--you ll fall. It s Wish Bone. No shorts, gotta get mine. Yeah, it s my
time. Me and my thugs smoke and choke, and let a nigga P.O.D. off that wine.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Flesh:
Run em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood, it d be your loss.
Even if you bring your click, get tossed, it d do you no good. Can t fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang
out. Strangle the man, and drug em up off the Clair, we strip em, and beat they brains out. I gotta give P s to all of my trues
steadily payin them dues. We niggas with nothin to lose, trippin and sippin on brews and actin a fool. Mo Thug be lovin to
smoke mo bud, fiend for the green leaves. Nigga, quick pull out them trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what
me need. Remember: me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I m bound to rip ya.
Me put em in work, pullin me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it, diggin ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone ll take
no shorts or losses.
Bone come break em down.
Takin no shorts or losses, man.
Bizzy:
Boneyard (?) nigga that s startin some shit up, what? Little Ripsta, get (jumped. Cleveland) thugs, all of my muthafuckas show
they nuts and guts, runnin up out the cut, pumpin bucks, ready to fuck you up. Must bust them, and steady be dumpin ,
thuggin on the Clair, oh yeah, let s smoke out on 88th, jumpin with playas. When a me forty-fo let go, feelin Glock-glock roll,
now they (?), gunnin outta the window, we peep out the few comin outta the back door. Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up
your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigga,
comin up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and runnin from the holice, jumpin that barbed-wire fence, hittin the pavement
dazed, the gauge was blazin . Gotta watch when the po-po raisin up upon me. Turn around and faced em. Pump, pump and
fade em, now [fade em, now; fade em, now].
