No Shorts, No Losses
作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ...
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 ***** got rocks to serve. heard about
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 ***** wanna do some dirt. puttin' in work, and i
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,
-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.
In' p's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. pop, pop your pistol now. if a ***** wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. harmony smooth with th
G *******t. mo murda to the fools
That clone. five *****s 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 thi
Me and get that ass tossed by the boss, *****! ain't takin' no shorts or no losses.
Bizzy [wish]
Bone come break 'em down! [takin' no shorts no losses man!] [*4]
Krayzie
*****s come ***** with me now! krayzie that ***** that pump, pump! ***** that's my daily thang. down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. insane to the brain, m
Ga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. ***** if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and ***** we're comin' to cut 'cha. everyday be the same old: st. clair to flip o
Same ho-*****s that be tryin' to study the thugs. but ***** 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
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
Fin. 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' *****s all up in them coffins. let 'em know when *****s run up, i gun 'em. gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. pop, pop, let 'em drop, mo thug!
*****s 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 ***** you know th
Heard you serve and murder all bustas now. hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. and a ***** gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. ****in' my pump,
Ugs all up in ya, now what? shoot a ***** just like a *****, 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', choki
Et a ***** p.o.d. 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, *****, 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
Ck 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 pa
Them dues. we *****s 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. *****, quick pull out them trees. i pul
My cheese. now, gimme, now, what me need. remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer *****, and in on to dig ya, so ***** if you run up, i'm bound to rip ya. me puttin' in work, pullin' me bu
, 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 ***** that's startin' some *******t up, what? little ripsta, get 'cha. cleveland thugs, all of my mutha*****as show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. ready to
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 gun
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, rid
Killa, gravedigger *****, 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 whe
Po-po raisin' up upon me. turn around and faced 'em. pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).
No Shorts, No LossesLRC歌词
作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ...
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 ***** got rocks to serve. heard about
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 ***** wanna do some dirt. puttin' in work, and i
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,
-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.
In' p's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. pop, pop your pistol now. if a ***** wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. harmony smooth with th
G *******t. mo murda to the fools
That clone. five *****s 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 thi
Me and get that ass tossed by the boss, *****! ain't takin' no shorts or no losses.
Bizzy [wish]
Bone come break 'em down! [takin' no shorts no losses man!] [*4]
Krayzie
*****s come ***** with me now! krayzie that ***** that pump, pump! ***** that's my daily thang. down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. insane to the brain, m
Ga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. ***** if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and ***** we're comin' to cut 'cha. everyday be the same old: st. clair to flip o
Same ho-*****s that be tryin' to study the thugs. but ***** 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
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
Fin. 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' *****s all up in them coffins. let 'em know when *****s run up, i gun 'em. gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. pop, pop, let 'em drop, mo thug!
*****s 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 ***** you know th
Heard you serve and murder all bustas now. hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. and a ***** gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. ****in' my pump,
Ugs all up in ya, now what? shoot a ***** just like a *****, 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', choki
Et a ***** p.o.d. 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, *****, 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
Ck 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 pa
Them dues. we *****s 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. *****, quick pull out them trees. i pul
My cheese. now, gimme, now, what me need. remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer *****, and in on to dig ya, so ***** if you run up, i'm bound to rip ya. me puttin' in work, pullin' me bu
, 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 ***** that's startin' some *******t up, what? little ripsta, get 'cha. cleveland thugs, all of my mutha*****as show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. ready to
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 gun
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, rid
Killa, gravedigger *****, 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 whe
Po-po raisin' up upon me. turn around and faced 'em. pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).
