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Flesh-N-Bone lyrics Crazy by the Flesh lyrics Chorus: Made by the, ah, Flesh (flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh) (the Flesh, the Flesh) [Flesh-N-Bone] Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide deep in your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh And it be test or tried, even if they (gonna fight) And the Afta Maff, when I'm on, go on home It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til I made it know Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown Contend with the fifth dog, never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C-L-E Get took to the streets, and the thugsta down on the St. Clair Hit up ya S-C-T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days how we used to roll bankroll fold Nigga makin' his money, daily double It's the reason why you're countin' stacks If a psycho ?; gonna break lose Nigga test, and come rippin' through the tracks They packin' a gat, and you're not just in case of a jack If you didn't you done, snatched In a little while no daylight, won't be fun No wonder if you slippin', you hung Some run, tryin' to get away say can't escape from a thugsta trailer So many victims, had to leave 'em (smellin') for yellin' I kill 'em and hop in the smug start bailin' back on the strip by twelve Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] Hold still, bitch If you slippin', you bet he's gon' chalkin' 'til the reaper stalkin' Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin' Drop the money, jewels, keys ? please Be and you all tossed in a coffin, takin' a loss and I'm the ? me often Never needin' more time, wastin' makin' good in it for the love of mo' money, man Bang no' brains, take it you should've listened to us, down up for my thang Insane through the Flesh reign, and niggas ain't up on my level Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave Gravedigger be snatch my shovel, and all the dirt, it ain't no worse And I curse only person they done with the click so murda no' hurt Niggas comin' gunnin', ? bullets all to spit your shit, quick, your slain Bang, muthafuckas on top of the hits We done hittin' 'em for hire, gettin' the job done right every time Some nigga want to get his contract expired Never get tried of buckin' Niggas keep on testin' They killed and really makin' my day, clench with an A.K., baby, don't play Wanna fuck with my pay? I gotta go blow his ass away He tried to fade me That niggas #1 flip artist, one of the hardest thugs in the Land Bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it And I'm a finish any problem, solve it If you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of And I know that you're scared that my niggas'll hunt you down 'round, ready, round... Chorus [Flesh-N-Bone] Better clear up the way up, my warpath, now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war So they labeled me 5150 You wanna fuck with me? Better pray to my Lord I'm gonna tortune, body run, scorch Not one of my enemies gonna survive Died in the holocaust, caught in destruction Buck 'em all, fried alive, takin my time Lookin' 'til I find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight Gettin' high, wait until the clock strikes sound Never no light in sight Get 'em up and lie down Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers Then I'm a take 'em into the darkness ?, leave alone when they roll hime in the heartless It's wicked by farthest, fuck with it We are Mo Thugs Packin' two glocks for the war And it's on with mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers No love for the bustas, keep in playa hatin' Study, then bite our style Always down with the army We stand alone Bone Thugs-N-Harmony takin' muthafuckas out when they get too foul in the mouth Check many niggas with a slug in they chest The they lay in a puddle of blood When they layin' to rest, that's for fuckin' with Flesh Even if a nigga put on a vest, then I might aim for their dome Gotta get 'em dead for sure So don't try to play when the people get slayed away Eternally Flesh here to let ya'll know Chorus Other Flesh-N-Bone lyrics: T.H.U.G.S. lyrics Reverend Run Sermon lyrics World So Cruel lyrics Northcoast lyrics Nothin' But da Bone in Me lyrics The Silence Isn't Over lyrics Sticks and Stones lyrics Hero lyrics Amen lyrics Way Back lyrics If You Could See lyrics Word to the Wise lyrics Say a Little Prayer lyrics Havin' a Ball lyrics Come FucK With Me lyrics No Other Like My Kind lyrics Deadly lyrics |