Eternal de Bone Thugs N Harmony

Layzie:
Where you from, nigga? straight from the muthafuckin' land of the heartless: five true thugs from the double-glock, ready to pop to the dome. eternally, it's on. yeah.

Straight mo thug nigga, return from the clair. test this hustla? better not dare. we thug on the block, and distributin' llello.
Lil' layzie be there daily collectin' me bankroll, rollin' with trues, nothin' to lose, nevertheless ain't about that talkin', screamin'
Out murder, comin' to serve ya. nigga, we told ya. bone be stalkin', sleepwalkin'. #1 assassin pick up the pump and then
Causin' the twelve gauge eruption. let loose with a buckshot, blastin', bone up outta the cut, and me buckin'. eternally here to
Stay in the khakis suits and the high tech boots. oops, i'm comin' with troops. fools be ready to shoot, collectin' my loot.
Blazin' up, burnin' my brain, that's here insane. i crept and i came. niggas that fell off--they thought they could hang. gettin'
'em slain, tryin' to fuck with the chain gang. bang. straight land of the heartess, where the thugs be thinkin' on executions,
Straight prosecution, lil' lay go buck and start confusion.

Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.

Bizzy:
Come and then fall to me hollow points, now. pow. pullin' that body underground, put 'em in the grave, they lay away down.
Clair playas, stay down. i'm one of the thuggest muthafuckas in your city, and a me strapped back, ride, ready me pap pap in
Broad daylight. chill with me, roll, roll, roll, to the boneyard. hit that hydro. that's where all we bail, that's where all we sell,
Where i better keep that high on. my mind fried. ride to the darkside. feel the darkness. east ninety-nine, mine the thugs, i
Loves 'em. heartless, yeah. follow me, now, and ride. follow me, come inside. you can run, but won't escape alive. so
Many tried, but died.

Krayzie:
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets. they try to escape me, but only get sprayed. gotta get away, when the po-pos
Chase me , so me ready with a me gauge. bang. bang. put 'em in a coffin. buck. pump. dumpin' they bodies.
Come again, dumpin' they bodies. murdered them, deep in they posse. thug, what? check out the glock-glock, quick to hit
It, we swang. niggas slang that 'cane and remain, smoke bud all day and maintain. they come, they gun, they run from the
Po-po. jump the fence hit ninety-fifth, and now, nigga, let's roll some shit. let's smoke. out thuggin' for money, well damn,
That's tellin' po-po back up off me. nigga, me fucked up, now. little tommy screamin' out, "six-five" that's when a me
Jumped up. i'm out, now. little nigga playin' with them holice, hit the clair, get 'em up with big bro, rod j. nigga need some
Weed, and it's funny, i ain't got no money. nigga put me down, swing to the (?) with some brews. really don't drink, but it's
For me trues. four crazy niggas with nothin' to lose.

Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.

Wish:
Hey, now from the c-town. we be down, thug niggas know strate came up. nigga, wanna test? must rest, buckshots all in
That chest, he's fucked up. killas for the nigga that's real and in with that clair, been in the dump. pop when they run, gun,
Bodies gon' fall. my cleveland niggas, what's up? get down for that thang in the game. bang, bang if you have to. beatin'
Niggas down in any town. now don't let me catch ya. mentality straight from the c-town where everyday niggas get beatin'
Down. better think before you run up. i gun up. but i think he peeps game, now. to the niggas, there's just nobody fuckin'
With bone. swang with a click tight claim. it's on. eternally flow style, nigga, that's bone.

Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.

Layzie:
De dónde eres, colega? Directamente del maldito país de los desalmados: cinco verdaderos matones del doble gatillo, listos para disparar a la cabeza. Eternamente, así es.

Un auténtico matón, regreso desde el barrio. Te atreves a desafiar a este hustla? Mejor no te atrevas. Somos matones en la calle, distribuyendo llello.
El pequeño Layzie está ahí todos los días recogiendo mi dinero, rodando con los verdaderos, sin nada que perder, no obstante, no se trata de hablar, gritar
Sobre asesinatos, viniendo a servirte. Colega, te lo dijimos. Bone acechando, caminando dormido. El asesino número uno recoge la escopeta y luego
Provoca la erupción de la escopeta de calibre doce. Suelta un tiro, disparando, bone saliendo de la esquina, y yo disparando. Eternamente aquí para
Quedarme en los trajes de mezclilla y las botas de alta tecnología. Ups, estoy llegando con tropas. Los tontos están listos para disparar, recogiendo mi botín.
Ardiendo, quemando mi cerebro, eso es una locura aquí. Me deslicé y llegué. Los colegas que fracasaron, pensaron que podrían encajar. Consiguiéndolos
Muertos, tratando de meterse con la pandilla. Bang. Directamente en la tierra de los desalmados, donde los matones están pensando en ejecuciones,
Enjuiciamiento directo, el pequeño Lay comienza a disparar y a causar confusión.

Manteniéndolos en fuga con mi escopeta.
Me muevo con un grupo unido.
Manteniéndolos en fuga con mi escopeta.
Movimiento con un grupo unido.
Manteniéndolos en fuga con mi escopeta.
Ven a moverte con un grupo unido.
Manteniéndolos en fuga con mi escopeta.
Muévete con un grupo unido ahora.

Bizzy:
Ven y luego cae con mis balas huecas, ahora. Pow. Llevando ese cuerpo bajo tierra, poniéndolos en la tumba, se quedan abajo.
Jugadores del barrio Clair, se quedan abajo. Soy uno de los matones más rudos de tu ciudad, y con mi arma lista, disparo, listo para disparar en
Pleno día. Relájate conmigo, rueda, rueda, rueda, hacia la tumba. Golpea ese hidro. Ahí es donde todos nos escapamos, ahí es donde todos vendemos,
Donde mejor mantengo esa euforia. Mi mente frita. Rueda hacia el lado oscuro. Siente la oscuridad. Nueve y nueve del este, mío son los matones, yo
Los amo. Desalmado, sí. Sígueme, ahora, y rueda. Sígueme, entra. Puedes correr, pero no escaparás vivo. Tantos lo intentaron, pero murieron.

Krayzie:
Los colegas corren y se agachan ante esas balas. Intentan escapar de mí, pero solo reciben disparos. Tienen que escapar, cuando los polis
Me persiguen, así que estoy listo con mi escopeta. Bang. Bang. Ponerlos en un ataúd. Disparar. Bombear. Descargar sus cuerpos.
Vuelven a intentarlo, descargando sus cuerpos. Los asesinó, profundamente en su pandilla. Matón, qué? Echa un vistazo al glock-glock, rápido para disparar
Con él, nos movemos. Los colegas trafican esa 'coca y persisten, fuman hierba todo el día y se