Gun Blast

[Krayzie Bone] Yeahhhh, better back up off me Nigga never no softy, boy I'll stop your heartbeat While you out in the street yellin out what you finna do to me In the middle of your speech I'mma sweep you off your feet to sleep Fuckin with these thugs Keep thinkin y'all don't bleed blood and I'mma make you a believer - pop pop! What you receiver, a motherfuckin bullet from my automatic pistol Hit you, him too, and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit'cha I'm collected and quiet, but surprise nigga, I get live Jumpin up out of that rugged Dump it, finna show these niggas a little somethin Reppin shit for Bone Thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline But like my Mo Thug niggas say ball, show 'em the gunline (gunline) Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to (yeah if you want to) And a nigga gon' be on yo' ass like skunk's funk, pyew! I grab my dick, let my nuts swing from my thang (swing from my thang) If you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain We be puttin 'em up straight Cause if you ain't, you done got into some shit With the thuggish (thuggish) ruggish (ruggish) bloody murder clique [Hook: Krayzie Bone] Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast [Layzie Bone] Undercover man, how you want it man? I'm a fool on the loose with a gun in hand I got a sho' shot aim for the runnin man That'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man They did somethin man, niggas talk real loud Real fly out they mouth when you ain't around Talkin like a nigga stole they style When a nigga show up these niggas bow down Pound for pound from the shoulders Nigga I'm the coldest, little soldier Big niggas are ruthless, how quick are you niggas? Believe I got somethin for ya In the holster, in the bushes cocked Up on the porch I got a gauge and Glock Corner to corner this thang on lock, yeah it's hot on this block Nigga got everything short of cannons +Wild N Out+, but I ain't Nick Cannon Nigga got M-11's, SR-15's and I plan to let niggas have it Fuck this rappin; if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what's happenin My family, my money, my thugs, myself; my nigga I'm flat out blastin Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin If I'm ever forced to bring the action I'mma ride down I'm pistol packin, we can definetly get it crackin Old fashioned like the wild west, Ghetto Cowboys, nigga '06 Fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix [Hook] [Wish Bone] I'm a hundred proof, want a taste? Take it to the head or the face, wrong place You can do it, never been a sucka Nigga runnin with a Thugger, not in the game Nigga runnin with a Thuggish Ruggish in my range Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne Bet you won't leave the same way you came, we soldiers tight Put up your stripes we'll rip them off, slash somebody Back with a attitude that's right I'm sick with the money spent on bulletproof nigga fight, fight Handle that, nigga handle that Give back to the music, fuck that (fuck that) Reach back, throw back, everybody in the car gotta lean back See now the game was soft so we back, hit 'em in the head with a relapse Younger than most of you niggas so what? You die (you die) you die If I decide then we ride, if it's on you rock-a-bye bye Thuggstas straight up warned you; you will, obey mine Oh we will ride, yes we ride in the nighttime It really don't matter, gettin high, yup in the daylight Thuggstas no fools, we know the rules, don't get too close with a attitude Dude, cause ooh, won't like how I give it to you [Hook] - repeat 2X Gun blast {*echoes*}