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Broken Bones Other

pimp shit for nine-trey When you're with the dangerous crew Bitches wanna hang with you Think about the thang in you She can suck a thang or two Niggas in other

to the fuckin? west side Nigga down to ride 'cause I'm soldierfied Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide Look nigga I'm gon' run your bone

All the money Maybe that's right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called, doing our own thang Breaking the beat others wished they broke

Once I squeeze the first shot No, I ain't stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with, fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke

Not never, but whichever your pleasure whatever's clever We're deeper than the ports in the back of your cerebellum Dres, Dre, and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them We came, we saw, we broke

want love Yo, yo [Verse 1] Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was It wouldn't even be a midwest without Bone Thugs Born from broke, I speak

, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun POW to the dome And split the bone

money, and I still feel broke And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke The other 5 is

forced to put suckers in their place You make me mad enough to punch you in the face But I'm not trying so never sound like I don't bone to pick with