Bone Thugs Stlye 2

as by now u know Bone is my faveorite artists of all time, so
its just respect that i put together a rendition of bone lyrics
and spit a verse with them, so im collabin with Bone

Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to
Creepin' up outta the hood,
Rolled to the West Coast wid this rap shit nigga made good
Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine
Reachin' for your shit wish you would,
Droppin' ah dime, packin' ah nine, and ready to bang
Pullin' the triggas to blow out ya brain,
Bone gotta gain mayne we crept and we came
I put who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
you can see what's deep in my eye
I say the war shouldn't stop
Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott
Nigga the war shouldn't stop
Until these motherfuckin cops body rott
Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out,
Hit ah car so we can drive out,
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga smoke some pre-mo
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go

Its Kapone and Bone never alone
we roll from zone to zone
till lord guides us on home
il comb the whole town to bust ur dome
look for 3 hours but u go-n [gone]
ima-pop-to-stop-yall-on-the-spot
fuck a glock, we run in flock, so cop the cock
c-h-i- always creepin keepin deep an
seepin in to the radio waves peepin
always bustin dont get caught sleepin

[chanted]


ill pap pap rat tat wit a gat
to bag the crap rap of the wack
nigga get back, we on a creep
if u sleep ill have to accheive
my dreams of defeating a g with ease

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