Ridin with death hitting these niggas till the day I die



we got mercy and there's no place to hide these are

some thuggin tortured innocent hands



I crept and I came sit back on da streets nigga you

ready to bleed ready to go to war so grab yo weapons

lace yo boots with my thugs wait till the law down

let me grab my strate jacket they pumpin dem slugs

and on dem drugs lay you in yo caskets

the president all over my shit wantin to see the e-bone

drop it don't stop body rott till we test and buck

now you outta luck it makes a nigga thank from taking all

the credit them hoes going to rest now they are a bloody mess

distress with my soldiers lyrics from tha mind the heart

thuggish ruggish always straight thuggin from time to time

gotta get my cash before I get in dat ash pump dem slugs

on drugs doing what I can to set it straight appreciate seperate from

the fields of war yo enemies gettin put to rest buck buck to

tha bang sing along with my twelve gadge call me e-bone

break the song down defend or assault krayzie bone gettin high on a

sly remember the times I was down to ride for life thank the lord

for watching over me everyday and everynight cause it's

peaceful, it's peaceful



chorus

Ridin with death hittin these niggas till the day I die

we got mercy and there's no place to hide these are some

thuggin tortured innocent hands



See I started when I was 13 and still doing this shit the grenades

burning down the homes of lives thugs hustlin, laid in the grass

till your body rott my body guard waitin while you hatin statin the facts

of bone lyrics bone full of this shit gettin rich the closest moments

of my life was when I become a thug If you a trifling nigga, you

might get killed drilled in tha head spread yo wings rings over my thugs

through the ectasy hit it get high realize that it's a skeam dream about

the war beam the light , mash it , flash it shine it in yo face a thuggish

nigga in the woods if you was to come in my hood I'm a thuggish nigga

so ah I would have to kill ya so die, cry when you dead and gone, now

I'm all wrong,wrong,wrong,wrong



chorus

Ridin with death hitting these niggas till the day I die we got mercy and there's

no place to hide these are some thuggin tortured innocent hands



Hittin em up quick in a second within a minute with my automatic pistol If I get

dangerous better bring yo weapons before steppin no telling he dwelling in da land

were demons never ran, bang dem flames Mo thugs stoppin stacking in the

artillary shop wanna sound like bone sneakin up on you what would you do

It's the neighborhood slang I know I'm down for my thang as long as they remember

e-bone as being no pretenda when I bust you better stay low because I got plenty

of rounds It's not as easy as it sounds if you wanna get pounded my 9mm cocked

up on yo block tuckin yo chest wanna be Mo thug that's insane though you could

hang never would come to the real thug, so what



chorus

Ridin with death hitting these niggas till the day I die we got mercy and there's no place

to hide these are some thuggin tortured innocent hands



I'm a real thug I'm the silent blu killa outta tha mind the greatest place on earth would

be a thug paradise










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