It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone..      [Bizzy Bone]   Gotta give it on up to the glock glock   Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow   The bone in me never no ho,   so no creepin up outta the ziplock   So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up   And flipped in, than slipped the clip in,   mistakin' the bloody victims   Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and ...       [DJ U-Neek]   Buck buck buck blow   Ha ha ha hah ha ha ha haa   Right back at your motherfucking ass   Comes those real true thugs   Straight out the double glock,   Puttin' it down for the motherfuckin' land   Taking no shorts no losses   Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas,   You betta tell 'em what's real bitch   Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5   I bring to you the one and only...   Bone Thugs N Harmony      Nigga this St. Claire...      [Chorus]   Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin them bodies undaground      [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]   It'll be all about that llelo bank roll   Betta make that money man, dead wrong   Put it on the low betta beat them hoes   Gotta get them demons off me   Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul   And sleepin' ain't good to go now   When I'm wll rollin' off those   'N betta watch the do'   Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'   None ah them thugs I bails wid   Put ah trail ah twelve guage shells   Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11   12-guage and the AK-47 spray   Let the Ripster kill 'em now   Put 'em off in the grave daily   When the slugs start crawl up in ya   Well I roll wid realer niggas   Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground   Lit 'em up to kill ya      [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]   Them St. Claire thugs we love   When they pumpin' them slugs now what,   See them duck from the scum   When I dug them enemies deep in the muddy drug   Don't run wid them   Choose snooze you lose   And left in the alley fa fucked up   What's up wid them shoes ooh they knew   So we runnin' offa my dog's truck   Bust ah left at the block and what'da ya know   All ah the po-po they follow   Cuff ah guy and see him layin' behind the store   But nigga remember my motto   No surrender, gotta get away hit the fence wid the quickness   Hit the other side and I swing to the right   Running through the gutta hit '95,   Peel, bending for safety we make it and chill   Gotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real   Nigga drop that bill or I pop my steel   Ain't no competition don't fuck wid my clik   And so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay   When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets   So droppa that dolla man glocka holla bang   Thuggin' wid ah thug nigga smoking blunts   Nigga don't stiff on no weed smoke it off   Cause nigga you know when the pockets get ride   I'ma run and get ah sack and come choke wid ch'all      [Verse 3: Layzie Bone]   Now you fuckin' wid these thuggish killas   Creepin' up outta the land and they ready to ride   Gettin' high of thai   My niggs in the land got glocks fa days on the 9-9   Betta kill 'em all dog   Bed make as they fall wid the 12-guage you bustin' on niggas   So what now, come nigga get buck pow   And not only that get shut ta fuck down   And I'm talkin' bout niggas that wanna contend wid the thugstas   Some nigga done fucked up   Neva no playa hataz in the clik touch loud and we neva no bustaz   Neva catch ah nigga sleep   Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell   Daily collectin' me mail   And I meet you in hell if all else fails   Oh well      Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin' that body underground   Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin' that body underground   Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin' that body underground   Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin' that body underground   Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin' that body underground   Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin' that body underground   Execution double nine style   Steadily sendin' that body underground