Gun Blast lyrics

[Krayzie Bone]

Yeahhhh, better back up off me

Nigga never no softy, boy I'll stop your heartbeat

While you out in the street yellin out what you finna do to me

In the middle of your speech I'mma sweep you off your feet to sleep

Fuckin with these thugs

Keep thinkin y'all don't bleed blood and I'mma make you a believer - pop pop!

What you receiver, a motherfuckin bullet from my automatic pistol

Hit you, him too, and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit'cha

I'm collected and quiet, but surprise nigga, I get live

Jumpin up out of that rugged

Dump it, finna show these niggas a little somethin

Reppin shit for Bone Thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline

But like my Mo Thug niggas say ball, show 'em the gunline (gunline)

Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to (yeah if you want to)

And a nigga gon' be on yo' ass like skunk's funk, pyew!

I grab my dick, let my nuts swing from my thang (swing from my thang)

If you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain

We be puttin 'em up straight

Cause if you ain't, you done got into some shit

With the thuggish (thuggish) ruggish (ruggish) bloody murder clique

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]

Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast

Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast

Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast

Comin to slay, fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast

[Layzie Bone]

Undercover man, how you want it man?

I'm a fool on the loose with a gun in hand

I got a sho' shot aim for the runnin man

That'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man

They did somethin man, niggas talk real loud

Real fly out they mouth when you ain't around

Talkin like a nigga stole they style

When a nigga show up these niggas bow down

Pound for pound from the shoulders

Nigga I'm the coldest, little soldier

Big niggas are ruthless, how quick are you niggas?

Believe I got somethin for ya

In the holster, in the bushes cocked

Up on the porch I got a gauge and Glock

Corner to corner this thang on lock, yeah it's hot on this block

Nigga got everything short of cannons +Wild N Out+, but I ain't Nick Cannon

Nigga got M-11's, SR-15's and I plan to let niggas have it

Fuck this rappin; if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what's happenin

My family, my money, my thugs, myself; my nigga I'm flat out blastin

Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin

If I'm ever forced to bring the action

I'mma ride down I'm pistol packin, we can definetly get it crackin

Old fashioned like the wild west, Ghetto Cowboys, nigga '06

Fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix

[Hook]

[Wish Bone]

I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?

Take it to the head or the face, wrong place

You can do it, never been a sucka

Nigga runnin with a Thugger, not in the game

Nigga runnin with a Thuggish Ruggish in my range

Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne

Bet you won't leave the same way you came, we soldiers tight

Put up your stripes we'll rip them off, slash somebody

Back with a attitude that's right

I'm sick with the money spent on bulletproof nigga fight, fight

Handle that, nigga handle that

Give back to the music, fuck that (fuck that)

Reach back, throw back, everybody in the car gotta lean back

See now the game was soft so we back, hit 'em in the head with a relapse

Younger than most of you niggas so what? You die (you die) you die

If I decide then we ride, if it's on you rock-a-bye bye

Thuggstas straight up warned you; you will, obey mine

Oh we will ride, yes we ride in the nighttime

It really don't matter, gettin high, yup in the daylight

Thuggstas no fools, we know the rules, don't get too close with a attitude

Dude, cause ooh, won't like how I give it to you

[Hook] - repeat 2X

Gun blast {*echoes*}

• Artist:Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
• Album:Strength & Loyalty