East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs. Gotta dip both them ones in sherm. See the Bone'll be never sober. It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. Crept and We Came - 12:50 5.
Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check. Land of tha Heartless - 35:59 11. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve. Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop.
Hart steadily flippin' off Rose. . Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves. Get 'em up with the thug thug and that nigga with the bud bud. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray. I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness.
Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. And I guess that hood'll never learn. Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch! Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real, Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty. Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? Down '71 The Getaway - 17:58 6. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters.
Now feel a nigga, understand me. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Layzie East 1999 my niggas! Die Die Die - 53:53 15. From beginning to end, the album maintains a consistent tone, one that's menacing and somber, produced entirely by , a Los Angeles-based producer who frames the songs with dark, smoked-out G-funk beats and synth melodies. We come equipped, so niggas, stay cool.
Mo' Murda - 58:03 17. The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me? Rippin' up flesh with six blows. Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. Try to run and get away, but it's just too late. Krayzie Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face! We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily. And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'.
Take all my llello and tossed it. Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no fuckin' with the family. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'. The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'. In the end, stands as one of the most accomplished, unique hardcore rap albums of the '90s, one that's often unfairly overlooked, if not dismissed entirely, because of the group's subsequent unraveling.
Thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the Land fool, and the old school. Buddah Lovaz - 49:10 14. Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. Da Introduction - 0:00 2. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. No Shorts, No Losses - 39:04 12. Think about back in the days when the year was '89.
We flippin' the scripts on over. Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair 9-9. Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews. Shotz to tha Double Glock - 1:03:47. Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool.