Lyric 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.
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.
