Verse 1: Crackerjacks. I got the adibles. de-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat. what to the manilla on your paper. it's the rattle with the crackerjack caper.
Remember the days when I was walking and talking. Doing what I gotta do, doing what we wanna do. Off into my walked dawn missions, why?. 'Cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by.
CLASSIC! Busta Rhymes is. CLASSIC! Dinco D is. CLASSIC! Charlie Brown is. CLASSIC! Milo in the Dance is. CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC. . Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut, what? Milo in the Dance.
Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, yo, yo, yo, I can't understand. Why the parents and the teachers and everybody trying to o the kids. The young generation yo, what's the deal brah, Charlie Brown, man.
You stand here beside me, and all the times you just pretend. To be my friend.... . [Krayzie]. Nigga get your hands up out my fuckin' pockets before I cock.
All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier. All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier. All I wanted to be, was a soldier. Twenty-fo's on slabs, use your muscle, do the math.
[Intro: Layzie]. It's ya boy L-Burna, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony baby. You know what it is. Duece-double-oh-six baby, the struggle don't stop. Ten toes to the ground, where my soldiers at?.
(Chorus 2X). They got me feelin' like I'm trapped up against the wall. And I'm feelin' to start blastin', blastin'. They got me feelin' like i'm searchin'.
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (hey). Mind (hey) mind (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind. Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal.
(L-Burna). It's all about perfect timin', feel me!. I said, it's all about perfect timin', feel me!. Nigga, it's all about perfect timin', feel me!. Puttin' it down 'til these mothafuckas kill me!.
(L-Burna). I'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it. My nigga, I G it. Got a few things that's on my mind. So nigga gon' listen up while I free it.
[Chorus:]. Just, just, just.... Just ridin', ridin'.... Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus. Just ridin', ridin'.... I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man.
[Intro-Layzie Bone]. Yo we vibin'. What?!. This is.....(Im' a str8 rida). another Self-Entertainment Production (Im' a str8 rida). (Im' a str8 rida) Bone Thugs (Im' a str8 rida).
Verse 1. I arrived at the dance floor,. with a style that's hardcore,. And the chicks all love my style,. And I'm feeling to dance more,. Uh, now shake it,.
[L-Burna]. Roll up that hyrdo. And just smoke on. Smoke on. I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay). Lah Lah Lah Lay. uh huh. And just smoke on.
Say there Lady I think I wanna call you up. I think I wanna see wasup. Hey baby, I don't wanna to say too much. Layin off in the cut and the nigga wanna fuck.
Intro: Layzie (Treach) [Bizzy]. . Bone Thug Nature,. Naughty By Harmony.. (Forgive them father for they not know what they do.). Yeah!. Huh.. Treach in the muthafuckin' house..
[Chorus](samples from The Isley Brothers). . If you ever wanna meet someone. I forever wanna be the only one. In your life Need your body (oh baby). Need your body (oh darlin').
(Chorus). Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound?. Ak-47, so you better hit the ground. Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound?. Ak-47, nigga get the fuck down!.
Verse 1. . Karma is a bitch. Never realize til it hits. Played the games I thought I'd win. Instead it hit hard as a brick. I said karma is a bitch. Never knew until it bit.