Thugz N Theiveland

-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
All day all day. Mob lyfe. Am I my brothers keeper?

-KIll Will-
You see I'm ready for some get back/ Peep out this platinum cat/ Kickin all these platinum raps, twistin all these niggas caps/ Perhaps I be's the almighty K-Style/ Notorious then a mother what?!?/ Flippin them scripts Kill style/ On a daily basis I'm primitive, put you on the spot like noid's that what we do nigga/ I'm wired up tonight, I'm fired up in height/ Regulating on phonies, niggas don't know me/ I'm quick to speed caps at bustas them I'm gone, peace/ To the next level I be that rebel without a cause, raw dog and all/ We slick and wicked, call me raw/ Giving a taste of what I'm made of, thats what I'm really screamin niggas be feindin but killas step up on the scene and let loose like troops in a battle like rhymes of war/ About to set it off corrupt like a menace/ You finish, I'll even the score/ But if yall want I will keep goin and goin/ Let the judges be gangstas, a number one nigga with lyrical mind flowin/ Blowin like the wind full force with heavy tactics, smash this/ Playa playas all took the loss, oh what a tragedy/ Up in the Cleveland we gets even, theres no doubt, you better believe it cause its the season/ We turnin Cleveland out on every route and every said bet plus there be stompin grounds all up in my home town thats how I be puttin it down with Execution Entertainers, niggas we's be maintain

-Chorus-Bizzy Bone-
(All day all day) Tell em we still from good ole Cleveland I.A (Don't let this mag do you...)/ Right here in Cleveland....

-Playboy Wink-
Bizzy Bone, thug capone/ Cleveland city, is the home/ Polishin' up the four five chrome, you don't want that at your dome/ Execution get it on, 7th Sign keep it blown/ Bustas can't see me or B.B. Gambini/ Sippin' on our Remy dissappear like a genie, then we back in Ohio blowin' on our hydro/ Poppin' on our bottles, me and all my capo's/ Black Italianos, we the mob like Soprano's/ And Wink be the Don, ice on the arm, Bone Thugs in the harm, ya'll don't want none

-Kill Will-
Out of T and Northern out scenerio, pop/ Try not give my sacred prophecy fulfill, stack money, paper/ But loyalty greater than any royalty, you feel me homie? Holler! I'll give a shout and fuck those haters who dot us and drop the dead weight/ Let's make some moves, elevate/ No time to waste, stock bank/ Collaborate, together take control/ No matter how they try, can never hold me down/ Only if Pappie could see his son now/ Left the bastard child unhappy, meanwhile, ca-lick with mine/ I'm on committin' crimes, spit rhymes/ Hopin' one day I shine/ I come up on my crime low key/ Don't trust those phonies, crooked cops scandalous ask Rodney King

-Bizzy Bone-
All day...Mob lyfe, live in heaven

-Bizzy Bone-
Swear to God/ From the gun I'm paid in double; Execution Double 9 Style/ Ghetto is how we stay, ghetto is how we play everyday/ I'm a county nigga/ Murder, duct, on the bounty hunter solo/ My Regime all around me/ Hennessy, tip cup to the enemies of these thugs, thugs/ Ya'll follow with scuds on me, I got to keep my pistol on me/ Ammunition with a trigger finger ready to post me up/ Come, some of us, yup yups/ He one of us or a runaway slave? Fresh off the plantation, touch one of us reps and been strackin' those reps/ With the essence while I'm etched in a grave/ You know I'm fast when in a gang bang cause I go bang bang! Mista Ripsta, Ripsta/ Plenty Remy, out of focus, it's that Gambini also known as Mister Fuck You, mayne

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-Dre Money-
I consume that is, poppin' from the youngest who the O.B. is for once I gets to mobbin' and it ain't no other cause I'm the coke-iest/ Act like you know, you best to know that/ Duece and something I something I would never divorce and before you know it, you bustas be readin' about me in The Source/ I chew mo' game than in basketball, my name is Dre Money baby and I gots money to endorse so ain't no love, want to be thugs? Ya'll can't see me like a light bulb/ Me and my thugs gon' get so high in the sky like the one above, I do what I do, I do it I does when I bring the noise to the mic like a cricket in the night/ I'm slick and wicked about my meal ticket/ Too much flow like E-4-0 sick wit it, with rhymes they're so explicit/ I'm comin' I'm gettin' with it havin' the lyrics, my time to shine like God's spirit/ Rollin' with the pyramid, throwin' nothin' thumb and two fingers/ I remember we did some hard Jamacian, guns spark from Wayne Park to Superior

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