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Bone Thugs N Harmony - "East 1999"
Lyrics to East 1999 : East Nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas . . . Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine. Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin my crime with (two in here), steady stackin my ends, put my serve down on the Clair, Nine-nine. Hittin up the Graveyard Shift with Will, Lil Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack right, take much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. Its an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the Heartbeat of niggas from the Land, fool, and the old school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin with trues, Rest In Peace, lil nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love. Smokin on bud, cause a nigga Mo Thug callin all my niggas when its time to nut em. In the nine nine, niggas gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin them dum-dums. Niggas its goin down, up in the C-Town, get em up with the thugs [thugs], and that nigga with the bud [bud]. Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed, and Im all out the forty. Blaze up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga, dont stiff on the reefer. Bone runnin up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with a me rocks. Cops sweatin me by. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood, dumpin the body, and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve, Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll to the curb. Runnin, duckin, jumpin up in the Land. My niggas, its Krayzie. We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock, and my nigga, thats daily. Who the nigga with the twelve gauge' [Pump.] Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face, so ya better pray. Eternally thugsta. East Nineteen Ninety-nine, we roll for the devil. Gotta give Ps to them SCTs and (I roll thick), thug on the Glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then Ill mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. Got Lil Mo! Hart steadily flippin off Rose. Rippin up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin em off in dumpsters. Fuck them po-po. Bloody they bodies they burn, burn. And I guess that hoodll never learn. Gotta dip (both in ones and) sherm. When I m on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin out with me. Roll up the window, me wind blow, fuck with my indo (and that in a me). Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin, no fuckin with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me. Much love, much (buck) for them St. Clair thugs. East Ninety-nine is where you find us, slangin me muthafuckin drugs. Done, done, leavin the niggas stunned, cockin pop with a me gun. The leadll be letting they head off, and I gots to have... Leavin em hung, breakin fakin your studio-gangsta bitch, trick. Niggas that get picked. Im hittin the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes, Flesh, me runnin a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E. Were scandalous nigga that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavin the trail of the bloody victims. The fifth dog maulin em all, and never them catch me slippin. And sippin a fifth of the wine, and niggas be dyin, and steadily trippin. We flippin the scripts on over, see the Bonell be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggers showed ya. East nine-nine, five soldiers. Murder one, redrum, try to run and get away, but its just to late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck, buck, better guard that fuckin face. Dumpin them slugs on ya, fool. Rollin with me trues, drinkin brews. Dont start no shit. We come equipped, so niggas, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that youre goin to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and hell is where youll be dwellin. Pop in them clips, and them bodies me dumpin, watchin ya fall to the pave with me nine-milli pumpin. Puttin them bodies all off in them graves. Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run. East [ninety-nine] Nineteen Ninety, -ninety-nine, -nine, -nine, -nine. [ East 1999 Lyrics ]
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