ฟังเพลงEast 1999 (Explicit)

Song: East 1999

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Lyrics: DJ U-Neek, Wish Bone, Flesh-N-Bone, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone & Layzie Bone

Composer: Tony C & DJ U-Neek

East 1999 my niggas

Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '89

Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine doing my crime

With Toot and Hen, steady stacking my ends

Putting my serve down on the Clair 9-9

Hitting up the Graveyard Shift with Ren

Little Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone

Little Wally High Rollerz and he wonder why niggas so strong

Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love

Kept a nigga on his toes in the game

It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang

Gotta make a grand at least daily, man

Them Cleveland hustlers never no busters, thug to the heart

We niggas from the land fool, and the old school

Just serve out ya sentence and be cool

Fucking with Trues, rest in peace

Little nigga RIPsta stress that Bone love

Smoking on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug

Calling up my niggas when it's time to nut up

In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one

With your gun so run, run

Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from

Slanging them dum-dum-dum dums

Niggas it's going down up in the C-Town

Get 'em up with a thug and the nigga with the bud

Got the fifth of Rose

'Fore the liquor store close, hit 'em up with the forty reasons

Nigga, roll up ya Buddha

Smoke it all up, nigga, don't stiff on the reefer

Mo running up outta the club with this

Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper, peep the

Strip as you hear the double Glock-Glock

Widda me rocks cocked, sweating me bad

Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop

Glock top hit the body and the bullshit stop

Whenever them troubling us

Where the po-po niggas roll solo, split up and swerve

Krayzie take caution, take out my yayo and tossed it

Send 'em in the road to the curb

Running, ducking

Jumping up in the land, my niggas is crazy

We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock

And my nigga that’s daily

Who the nigga with the 12-gauge, pump

Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray

Eternally thugsta, East 1999

That 9 we rep to the death, what!

Gotta give peace to the SCTs

And the one big thug on the Glock

Pump blast to the cash

Then I mash the gas gotta dash away from the cops

Now Li'l Mo Heart steadily sippin' on Rose

Ripping up flesh with six fours

That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs

And I be dropping 'em off in dumpsters

Fuck them po-po, all a dem bodies we burn, burn

And I guess that hood'll never learn

Gotta dip mo' thin ones in sherm

When I'm on a mission for my city

Pick up my niggas be peeling out with me

Me roll up the window, the wind blow

Fuck up my indo high that’s hitting me

Even if the barrels of me 12 gauge are empty, me scandalous

Niggas up outta the woods bucking, no fucking with the family

Now feel it nigga, understand me

Much love, much bud for them St. Clair Thugs

East 1999 is where you'll find me

Slanging me motherfucking drugs

Dun dun, leaving the niggas to cock it, pop widda me gun

They know that me nodding they head off and I gots to have me fun

Leaving 'em hung, breaking, faking, you studio gangsta bitch, trick

Niggas'll get beat, I'm handling the shit and I split in the midst of the darkness

Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be running a ho check

Betta check your Rolex, ya timed now for giving up respect

To them SCTs from C-L-E plus scandalous niggas that dwell

Hell off of the forscythe and bail, leaving a trail of

The bloody victims, the Fifth Dog mauling 'em all

And never them catch me slipping

And sipping the fifth of divine

They may give me time instead a me tripping

We flipping the scripts on over, see the Bone a be never sober

Niggas told you, triggers showed you, East 9-9, five soldiers

Wanna run, red rum, try to run and get away

But it's just too late

Watch out buckshots when I come, buck buck

Betta guard that fucking face

Dumping them slugs on you fools

Rolling with me Trues, drinking brews

Don't start no shit

We come equipped so niggas stay cool

187, you think that you going to heaven

Put slugs all up in that chest and

Now Hell is where you be dwelling

Popping a clip in them bodies me dumping

Watching you fall to the pave

Wid me nine milli pumping

Putting them bodies all off in them graves

Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run (Run)

Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run (Run)

Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run (Run)

Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run (Run)

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