Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony No Shorts, No Losses song lyrics
Bone-Thugs-N-Harmony No Shorts, No Losses song lyrics
Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4)
Layzie
I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb.
Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve.
Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us before.
We're druggin' 'em off in dumpsters.
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts!
Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt.
Puttin' in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts.
Puttin' it down.
Bone first.
And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst.
Duck if you wantin' to test Bone.
The conse-sequences are fatal.
Ready be strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: Ruthless.
And I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah.
For the love of the Wasteland Clair.
For the love that brought me here.
Droppin' P's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks.
Pop, pop your pistol now.
If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down.
Harmony smooth with the thug shit.
Mo Murda to the fools
that clone.
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness.
And it's war tryin' to craft these Bones.
Bring on your stretchers, you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to cross this.
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch!
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses.
Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4)
Krayzie
Niggas come fuck with me now!
Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump!
Nigga that's my daily thang.
Down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man.
Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger.
Bitch if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga we're comin' to cut 'cha.
Everyday be the same old: St.
Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs.
But nigga back up it's a bone thing, what?
Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me clique see.
Mo Murda!
Mo Murda!
And Ouija will be with me.
Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money.
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to.
Remember me no surrender.
Kill 'em me dig real deep in a coffin.
Me no pretender.
Leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses.
Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3)
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!)
Wish
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in them coffins.
Let 'em know when niggas run up, I gun 'em.
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see.
Pop, pop, let 'em drop, Mo Thug!
Them niggas is nothing but killas.
We creepin', we needin' more money.
We seen and we caught and hung him, uh!
I'm lovin' my thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas.
The nigga you know that I heard you serve and murder all bustas now.
Hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life.
And a nigga gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife.
Cockin' my pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall.
It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time.
Me and my thugs, smokin', chokin', let a nigga P.
O.
off that wine.
Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3)
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!)
Flesh
Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside.
Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood.
It'll be your loss.
Even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good.
Can't fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out.
Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em and beat they brains out.
I gotta give P's to all of my trues steadily payin' them dues.
We niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brew and actin' a fool.
Mo Thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud, fiend for the green leaves.
Nigga, quick pull out them trees.
I pull out my cheese.
Now, gimme, now, what me need.
Remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I'm bound to rip ya.
Me puttin' in work, pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it.
Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone'll take no shorts or losses.
Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3)
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!)
Bizzy
Boneyard!
Pump nigga that's startin' some shit up, what?
Little Ripsta, get 'cha.
Cleveland thugs, all of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks.
Ready to fuck you up.
Must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas.
When a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll.
Now they be gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back door.
Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your TEC, and they fly, why?
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride.
Me killa, gravedigger nigga, comin' up out my trench.
Rest In Peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire fence.
Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'.
Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up upon me.
Turn around and faced 'em.
Pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).