| | | Artiste: | Bone Thugs N Harmony |
| | Album: | The Art of War, Disc 1: World War I | | Titre: | Handle the Vibe | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 69 fois | | | | Paroles: | Krayzie:
(This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin' your
hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night,
you will envision how thugstas play. Can
you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see
blue light.
Bizzy:
You wanted to get Rip? Equip my sawed-off, polish it all
done, 'til it
replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous, especially .357,
me
punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You
crept and you came, ain't shit
changed, daily weapons: grenades and an
AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went.
Now, bet on the
real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think fin to get that
gangster,
gettin' a demon, you can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my
ankles
bloody murder, fuck with Jesus. He done creepin' deep, but I love
to sneak 'til I raise up on
my enemy. Let's get pumped for the peeps in
Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression.
Spread the message: I'm
finished, diminished you so-called critics and fuck them Billboards,
and
the Billboard status me kick it. You fucked-up for awhile for today, but
that was a
trial. Man, and I don't know how, style through with them
crowds, and now I got to kick it,
get on the ground wanting my people to
gather around, remember the sound of the rounds, came
from my town,
and only a bitch would bite, that we can't allow, then they won't claim
my
style, ready to beat you down, hittin' them tombstones, (sellin' volumes),
get in them
costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols
steady, ready, fuck the flames,
aim for the pressure point, a point where I
break your head
in.
Krayzie:
I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in
your
city and people be peelin' me, yo, but some nigga just told me, he put in
your
record, and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put 'em in a
coffin, now, go seek 'em
and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now,
nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible
style," that's what you was
thinkin' when you tried to get it down. We see that you fucked
with a
daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass around. Whenever you're ready
to
rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club, ready slang slugs.
Nigga done got too
drunk, if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, this shit is
ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that
you could get rid of us. Buck
you to Hell, and we're stickin' you, doin' it, thinkin' you
scared when the
St. Clair niggas bust. Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga tried
a
211, fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be?
Nobody but them
T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come in peace. Nigga,
please, freeze, put 'em on they knees,
nigga, don't even breathe, and these
are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. You're gonna
die.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can
you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Layzie:
Now,
hation season is ceasin', agree. Nigga, let this be the reason:
niggas from Cleveland fin to
even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from
breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that
thug whose raps
steady put down payments, criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna
test
nuts? Nigga, hear this: my niggas are down with murda mo', real
thuggas and killas
that claim, I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet he be
ripped to the finish, everyday be the
same, but artillery shop, we stackin',
Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all
day, won't action,
playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang.
My
nigga, the shit don't stop. The government all on my dick, wanna see Lil
Lay Bone
drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, fin to rest
in peace when they're tryin' to
send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo'
money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our
rocks, refuse the
peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come
on.
Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause
I
got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride
with Bone, you
ain't alone, nigga trust us, so I be down on wicked streets
I grew up on. Wanna sound like us,
and none of you do. We come for
you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for
every heat
you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out, watch out for them
thugsta
nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told you: it's
comin'--Armageddon [it's
comin'--Armageddon, new world order, new
world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches
ain't nothin', we none.
Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know we gettin' our
shit
together. Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, ya go, ya go.
As
we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the
vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light | | | |
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