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Sick Ol' Flow Lyrics - Artist : Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony]
Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow [Layzie Bone] Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift wid real Little Will Big Wally and Wish Bone [Krazyie Bone] Thug soldier soldier Mo’ Thug [Krazyie Bone] Nigga the name’ll never die no matter how mad these niggas acting we gonna go clap em [Krayzie Bone] YEAA Better back up off me nigga never no soft your boy'll stop your heartbeat While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep Fuckin with these thugs thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva A mothafuckin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit ya I'm collected and quiet but surpise nigga i get lock jumpin out of that rugged dump it fittin to show these niggas a little somethin Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline but like my Bone Thug niggas they ball show me the light, the light Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to and a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang if you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain We be puttin em straight cause if you ain't you don got into some shit with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click [Chorus: Krayzie Bone 2x] We can hit 'em in a minute, then be finished with 'em Hit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sick-o flow [Lazie Bone] Everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, niggas talkin bout death. Like a nigga can't dream of nuthin else, but a lil bit of wealth. Tryin to help they self, and I really can't blame you, cause I do the same too. Man do what you gotta do. But what Imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool. Aint none of yall niggas do it betta, oooh. And Im ahead of you and yall hate it, only the real thugs keepin it raw. Grippin that heat tight, livin that street life. Nigga Imma let it fool round and get war. Niggas is plottin that 2-11, thats why I got heat for armageddon. Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin, nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven. Fuck all the drama, Imma just blast, hollow point tips off in that ass. Tha slicka the nigga thats pullin the trigga is the nigga thats standin up last. Countin this cash, still doin this mash. Blowin much weed as we watch you bleed. nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese. Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep. Fuckin with Lay is a game you shouldnt play, even myself I could die today. I could lie, but hey it aint worth it, shit, aint none of us here to stay. Imma hold my ground, and Imma lace my boots. So when its time to shoot, then thats it. Screamin out Mo Thug in this bitch, and Bone Thug in this bitch [Chorus: Krayzie Bone 2x] We can hit 'em in a minute, then be finished with 'em Hit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sick-o flow [Bizzy Bone] Little Bizzy the Kid They better know what it is And get a hold of your kids You better put in your bid You better put in your dibs And never look into the criminal biz You gotta be in it to win it Sinnin' is treacherous and dangerous But it ain't with the program And slow jam feelin' that shit Feelin' that shit Wheelin' that wheel Feelin' that shit Come in another respective Recollective were the past we missed it My family, I'm left out on my damn knee But I've got God Tell 'em better get up 'Fore they come and try to get 'em gotta pay them When I'm on them on a mission better listen Passed away, and that's the way we play Nigga go, go grab your fo'-fo' Better go get 'em Criminal did 'em One big fam, bam my man You know that you got to feel 'em [Chorus: Krayzie Bone 2x] We can hit 'em in a minute, then be finished with 'em Hit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sick-o flow [Flesh N Bone] Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun They know that me noddin' they head off And I gots to have me fun Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin' You studio gangsta bitch trick Niggas'll get beat I'm handlin' the shit And I split in the midst of the darkness, Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin' a hoe check Betta check ya Rolex, Ya timed now fa givin' up respect Ta them S-C-Ts from C-L-E the scandalous niggas that dwell Hell offa the forscythe and bail, Leavin' ah trail ah the boody victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and if and they find They may give me time instead ah me trippin' [Chorus: Krayzie Bone 2x] We can hit 'em in a minute, then be finished with 'em Hit 'em with the venom of a nigga with a sick-o flow |
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