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Clog up yo Mind

Krayzie:



Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.

Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.

Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.

Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?

Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm

quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga

pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise

in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly

for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the

niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg

pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.

'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya

flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,

dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he

passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been

there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard

nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you

want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let

loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to

get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my

business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my

(back/bank).



Layzie:



Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].

For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,

gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.

When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all

intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit

plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double

glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them

Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate

me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't

blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm

thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You

can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.

Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,

stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be

dead.



Bizzy:



Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].

Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].

Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind,

mind], nigga.

And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after

tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so

soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for

my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off

with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it

goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)

what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was

screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my

lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not

with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I

face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their

bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas

kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in

the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had

to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go

crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,

roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the

bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a

pop up away, and child confused before me).



Wish:



Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.

Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.

Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your

mind.

Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?

Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,

mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what

you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know

Bone ain't no hoes [no, no]. You haters make me feel like, "You wanna

feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they

don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and

this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time

to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.

I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If

you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.



Krayzie:



Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Clog up yo Mind / Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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