Flesh-N-Bone Havin' a Ball Letras:
Mm, mm, mm ... Yeah. Cleveland, better believe it,
we stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Workin?it on the side, I straddle my nuts. Puff on
my green stuff, what did I look up and saw? All
the police man chase me down, here come the end,
fuck the law, y抋ll. Nigga, Fifth Dog roll still.
Spit with quickness in a nigga’s grill with a
pscychothic maniac, who fear? Run him over like a
ton of steel, then peel they ass off the ground.
Put him in a bodybag now. Damn, I am that I am,
that hustla off the C-Town. And Cleveland, better
believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening. I
might retreat, but proceed with ease, and
leavin?Cleveland all through the eardrum,
bleeding. Then if you talk shit, when I puff on
this hit, then i’ma fix it. Better go get Trix
for your kids, cause i’m explicit. All my flavors
mixed in the same pot at a thousand degrees hot.
Now look what the hater done got caught up. Listen
and everyone gossip 慴out, 揊lesh kicked his
ass.? I’m a hell of a nigga, but niggas,
including you fools, enough to abuse. I pick up my
tool I choose to use to cause you damage, let off
my uuuuuzi. Hannibal Lectur, silence my lamb, kind
of a slaughter movie. Now, who’s the one draped
in a grim reaper suit, you thought you knew me.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay
thievin?every last evening, y抋ll. Flesh-N-Bone,
spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball. Yeah, East 99,
eternally thugsta. How many down there gonna get
with this shit? It’s so wicked and off bound.
Hittin?you with a level straight off the top. You
better be able to hang, and when I get down, I
swang. I’m doin?my thang, no pain no gain, no
pain, no thang. Fuck the fame. Gimme the green,
God, how it makes me holla when I collect with a
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phat check, to the bank I jet. Quickly Flesh flash
back to the session, finna get started. Gotta drop
P抸 to my city, lovin?my city, the land of the
heartless. Don’t start shit, even if you was to
try some shit, then you’re gonna rectify wig
splitters comin?to split your wig and diggin?his
grave, oh my! All you playa haters gonna catch
vapors when I greet ya now. Who wanna do creep
now, when I let loose, we street sweep ya.
Comin?up out ya, nigga, this thugsta thievin? i’m
still the man. Buckin?these niggas, cannon cocked
in hand. Swarm, and stormin?through lands.
Mentality devil, straight hardcore. Then, of
course, gotta keep it real. I gotta pop my steal,
then if I peeled your cap back it was my will.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay
thievin?every last evening, y抋ll. Flesh-N-Bone,
spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball. Run 慹m over
like a bulldozer. The reason I brang when I crept
and I came. Easily tame niggas who thought they
could hang, now beat 慹m with bats and chains.
Nigga, my name remain insane whenever i’m havin?a
ball. Cleveland, we stay thievin? even if I was to
come to your town, y抋ll get with the Fifth Dog.
Just let me know what you request and i’ll do my
best to retrieve. Back in the day on the block,
when I sold the chop chop, yell at the fiends,
搚o, what you need??Kakhi suites, stompin?in
high-tech boots, and skullies and briads, my
motto. I gotta thug, cuz, I want a buzz, now gimme
the forty ounce bottle. Them hoes all over my
bottom, I tried to sweep 慹m off with the broom,
but your lady sucked on my nuts so hard, sometimes
I have to use a vacuum. Remember the gangsta,
gangsta, nigga, the day we got thugsta, thugsta,
then if your ass a pranksta, pranksta, then his
whole ass got shanked the fuck up. Whenever you
hear my grown folks talkin? you better close your
mouth. Then if you was to interupt me while I was
spittin?game, i’m knockin?your teeth out. Pimp
smackin?these hoes like G-oldie. Pap, pap. Trick,
still let me tell you somethin? cuz, if you ain’t
down with the clique, start shit, and i’m
dumpin?slugs. Cleveland, better believe it, we
stay thievin?every last evening, y抋ll.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
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