Versuri Bone Thugs N Harmony - Handle the vibe
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 Im finished my pistol be jealous, especially .357,
me punish you. Buck and me bang ya, whats ya magnum for? You
crept and you came, aint shit changed, daily weapons: grenades and an
AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the
real, its 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. Lets get pumped for the peeps in
Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression. Spread the message: Im
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 dont 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 cant allow, then they wont claim my
style, ready to beat you down, hittin them tombstones, (sellin volumes),
get in them costumes, now Im 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. Shouldve 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, thats 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 youre 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 were 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-Gs with artillery, we come in peace. Nigga,
please, freeze, put em on they knees, nigga, dont even breathe, and these
are the warriors, killas, destroyin ya. Youre 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 cant 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, Im 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, wont action,
playa hation steady, we spray, hit em with the buck, buck, bang. My
nigga, the shit dont stop. The government all on my dick, wanna see Lil
Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, fin to
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