Crazy By The Flesh Lyrics - Flesh-n-bone

Made by the, ah, Flesh 

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh) 

(The Flesh, the Flesh) 

Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide 

Deep in your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized 

Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh 

And it be test or tried, even if they 

(Gonna fight) 

And the Afta Maff, when I'm on, go on home 

It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til I made it know 

Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown 

Contend with the fifth dog 

Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E 

Get took to the streets and the thugsta down on the St. Clair 

Hit up ya S C T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's 

Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum 

Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days 

How we used to roll bankroll fold 

Nigga makin' his money, daily double 

It's the reason why you're countin' stacks 

If a psycho [unverified], gonna break lose 

Nigga test and come rippin' through the tracks 

They packin' a gat and you're not just in case of a jack 

If you didn't you done, snatched 

In a little while no daylight, won't be fun 

No wonder if you slippin', you hung 

Some run, tryin' to get away 

Say can't escape from a thugsta trailer 

So many victims, had to leave 'em, for yellin' 

(Smellin') 

I kill 'em and hop in the smug 

Start bailin' back on the strip by twelve 

Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up 

Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation 

Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on 

Made by the, ah, Flesh 

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh) 

(The Flesh, the Flesh) 

Hold still, bitch, if you slippin' 

You bet he's gon' chalkin' 'til the reaper stalkin' 

Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin' 

Drop the money, jewels, keys [unverified] please 

Be and you all tossed in a coffin 

Takin' a loss and I'm the [unverified] me often 

Never needin' more time, wastin' 

Makin' good in it for the love of mo' money, man 

Bang no' brains, take it you should've listened to us 

Down up for my thang, insane through the Flesh reign 

And niggas ain't up on my level 

Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave 

Gravedigger be snatch my shovel and all the dirt, it ain't no worse 

And I curse only person they done with the click so murda no' hurt 

Niggas comin' gunnin', [unverified] bullets all 

To spit your shit, quick, your slain 

Bang, muthafuckas on top of the hits 

We done hittin' 'em for hire, gettin' the job done right every time 

Some nigga want to get his contract expired 

Never get tried of buckin', niggas keep on testin' 

They killed and really makin' my day 

Clench with an A.K., baby, don't play 

Wanna fuck with my pay? I gotta go blow his ass away 

He tried to fade me, that niggas No.1 flip artist, 

One of the hardest thugs in the land 

Bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it 

And I'm a finish any problem, solve it 

If you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of 

And I know that you're scared 

That my niggas'll hunt you down 'round, ready, 'round 

Made by the, ah, Flesh 

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh) 

(The Flesh, the Flesh) 

Better clear up the way up, my warpath 

Now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war 

So they labeled me 5150 , you wanna fuck with me? 

Better pray to my Lord, I'm gonna tortune, body run, scorch 

Not one of my enemies gonna survive 

Died in the holocaust, caught in destruction 

Buck 'em all, fried alive, takin' my time 

Lookin' 'til I find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight 

Gettin' high, wait until the clock strikes sound 

Never no light in sight, get 'em up and lie down 

Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers 

Then I'm a take 'em into the darkness 

[Unverified], leave alone when they roll hime in the heartless 

It's wicked by farthest, fuck with it 

We are Mo Thugs, packin' two glocks for the war 

And it's on with mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers 

No love for the bustas, keep in playa hatin' 

Study, then bite our style, always down with the army 

We stand alone, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony takin' muthafuckas out 

When they get too foul in the mouth 

Check many niggas with a slug in they chest 

The they lay in a puddle of blood 

When they layin' to rest, that's for fuckin' with Flesh 

Even if a nigga put on a vest, then I might aim for their dome 

Gotta get 'em dead for sure 

So don't try to play when the people get slayed away 

Eternally Flesh here to let ya'll know 

Made by the, ah, Flesh 

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh) 

(The Flesh, the Flesh)