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Bone Thugs-n-harmony Art Of War Clog Up Yo Mind (chorus) sit back, and let this thugshit, clog up yo' mind (x3) [krayzie] Now, i'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, i'm thuggin'. why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs Well i might be krayzie, civilized, i cruize in my mercedes As ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha bone, now spray, hey Especially foe tha police, man. i'm ah nigga wit' thugshit Cause i'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize Who you're fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in cleveland Ya do whateva like he say Then flip again, in the land, got tha upperhand Cause i got tha gripping good delay If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass And then pass wit' tha very blast It ain't innocent, you should never been there In tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah Willin' die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin Nut devotion just do what you want So bitch, krayzie bone, real it now, and when did they lose? You'll feel the vibe, nigga Killin cause i'm krayzie, nigga, cause i got to get the money Get the platinum fund to pay But i'm ah be ah thinkin bout my niggaz When i got ta do sum flippin', if ah nigga ain't got my back (chorus) [layzie] Foe tha love of tha money, i keep spenidin' yo Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though Wit' ah nuttin' indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure Hope ya know, i rip heartz, it's on, jackin' move Then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tough Double glock and it's not forgotten Bitchez drop in tha clair It's tha bone thugs, in this shit wit' eazy e and we made it And ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause i'm famous I'd still leave 'em in tha streetz, you can't blame us (lady luv) Cause when they catch me without my heat, and i'm thuggin In tha streetz and i'm rollin Thuggin by the deadliest g's, you can't fuck wit us To the pressure out of pressure, i'm loadin, blow you up Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men And we'd tested stress, wanna be blessed consists of tha sin In tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. (chorus) [bizzy] And i promised, that all tha soulz would last Til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow And if you'd follow, tha end of the world Should ah come ah so soon, so i just follow, i know I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang Enemiez fold ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya Flossin' all tha way Welcome to tha land, where all my chemicalz unfold It goez, around up in slow-mo Been tickin', and i land down to newport I'm alone, yes, but i may not rest Police will see me silenced stressin Nigga was steppin' up in ah, when i catched them thievin And i got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson Blastin', no more, no i'm not havin' it Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy Lil' ripsta defeat go pathless, so i get crazy And i face now's nasty blastin For tha bone, for tha bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let's begin Ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave Cause i'm in tha new sense of me grave Couldn't you hataz, wouldn't be saved, hate 'em Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy And benjamin franklin pleaze come save me Hit tha weed, and y'all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin Foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit' tha clich An unpropable way of ah trial 'cause it's tha funk, sing (chorus) [wish] (now give it to 'em) Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state Wit' tha bone, b-one. we steadily grieve on, givin' you what You need man, clone bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em Let 'em know bone in tha fukkin' war (no, no) You hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44 But i gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein I'm mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this mo' thug, mo' thug Cavalry, on tha streetz Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill When it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die I've been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit' bone Then come on, come on. if ya really wanna ride, get down But get stuff, but ya come on, come on (chorus) |
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