Down foe My Thang

Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood
Smoke and I choke, and I creep on a come up
Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop to their death
Now they done up, gun up, hunt my blunt upCreepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady
Call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little Layzie
Nigga don't wanna fight
Runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangsBone done told ya, testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya
Faded a nigga that stepped up, let's slip in some shit
See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass
Had to blast that click-clickSprayed the gauge, all cocked and ready to spray down to the pave
Puttin' them souls up off in them graves
Dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed
Amazed, must I blaze, it's insane when I take that bud to the brain
Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no painBetter be packin' your weapon 'cause my shit is kept
And I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin'
Danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest
But you shoulda wore a vest, fool
'Cause the Bone don't front, nigga check or get wreckedGot Flesh on the set with his finger on a TEC
Loc'd out with the khakis and high techs
Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs
Gotta make that money, man
Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap gameBang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gangWe runnin' with no hoes and the bigger Bone
That's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage
Off in the rag, gettin' my serve on
So, leave 'em alone, they come
They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blownLay slugs up in to them domes, so go on
You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh
I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda
You're runnin' up eye to eye with death
Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a lossAnd this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin
Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em
[Unverified] 'em with me nine, runnin' with thugs
And hustlas and murderin' 'em every timeBang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gangRemember the Ripsta, sinster creeper
Reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper
Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter
Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver
When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugstaBuck 'em, buck 'em, motherfuck 'em
Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas
So back up off me, no stack won't let me slip
When a nigga start to step, the weapon
Put 'em in the graveyardBitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta
Quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga
My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast
Get up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash
Me can killa for free for homies and familyTell 'em to see me, that realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers
It don't stop, drop P's to the SCT's and double glock, pop, pop
Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas
Blood, me fillin' 'em [unverified] me murder, I show no mercy
Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, seeGet ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench
And then click itNow, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin'
thuggin' with me click
And now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back
Tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up
Talkin' trash
Buck a guard while walkin' past, bang, bang
Gotta get down for my thangsAnd I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese
For the green leaves
Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these
Come, nigga, meet my hood and fulla nothin'
But thugs and hustlas, sin never been no bustaHe'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch
Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em
Put 'em to rest and run
So the po-po don't catch up, nigga can't be arrested
One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're feelin' 187Eleven dwellin' better from the cell
And nigga that pick up Mossberg
The quicker you to the curb
Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman
That's all you heardBang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang