Gun Blast

[Krayzie Bone] Yeaa Better back up off me Nigga never no soft your boy'll stop your heartbeat While you out in the street yellin' out what you fittin' to do to me In the middle of your speech I'm a sweep you off your feet, to sleep Fuckin' with these thugs Thinkin' y'all don't bleed blood Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva' A mothafuckin' bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too And all the rest of them niggas that you got wit ya I'm collected and quiet But surprise nigga I get lock Jumpin' out of that rugged dump it Fittin' to show these niggas a little somethin' Reppin' shit for bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline But like my bone thug niggas they ball show me the light, the light Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to And a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang If you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain We be puttin' em straight cause if you ain't you don got into some shit With the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click [Chorus:] [Krayzie Bone] I'm a stay fuckin em up with me gun gun blast I'm a stay fuckin em up with me gun gun blast I'm a stay fuckin em up with me gun gun blast I'm a stay 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 sure 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 words 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 These niggas are ruthless I'm takin' you niggas believe I got somethin' for ya, in the holsta In the bushes cocked, up on the porch I got a gauge and glock Corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block Nigga got everything short a cannons wild n out but I ain't nick cannon Nigga got m-11s sr-15s 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 Ima ride down I'm pistol packin' we can definitely get it crackin' Old fashioned like the wild west ghetto cowboy nigga 06 Fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix [Chorus] [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 met a sucka nigga runnin' with a thugga, not in the game Nigga runnin' with a thuggish ruggish in my range Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne Bitch 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 right I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof 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 if I decide Then we ride If it's on you rock a bye bye Thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime It really don't matter get high up in the daylight Thuggstas no fools we know the rules Don't get too close with the attitude, do, 'cause ooh won't like how I give it to ya [Chorus] --- Gun Blast - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony