Lyrics East 1999 - Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

East 1999, my niggas!
Thinkin' 'bout back in the days, when the year was '89
Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime
With two in here, steady stackin' my ends
Put my serve down on the Clair 9-9
Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real
Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone
Little Wally High Rollerz, and he wonder why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod Jay, much love
Kept a nigga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang
Gotta make a grand at least daily, man
Them Cleveland hustlers, never no busters, thug to the heart
We niggas from the land fool, and the old school
Just serve out your sentence and be cool
Fuckin' with Trues, rest in peace
Little nigga RIPsta, stress that Bone love
Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug
Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one
With your gun, so run, run
Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from
Slangin' them dum-dums

Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town
Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud)
Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty, raise up, nigga
Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer
Mo runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper
Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks
Cops sweatin' me block
Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop
Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve
Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it
See none when they roll to the curb
Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land
My niggas, it's crazy
We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily
Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.)
It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray
Eternally thugsta
East 1999 where (???)

Gotta give P's to them SCT's
And I roll, big thug on the Glock
Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops
Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose
Rippin' up flesh with six blows
Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters
Fuck them po-po, lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn
And I guess that hood'll never learn
Gotta dip both them ones in sherm
When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me
Roll up the window
The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me?
Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty
Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin'
No fuckin' with the family
Now feel a nigga, understand me
Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs
East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs

Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun
They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung
Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch
Trick niggas they get picked
I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness
Consider me heartless
Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check
Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect
To them SCT's from C-L-E
We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side
And bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims
The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'
And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'
We flippin' the scripts on over
See the Bone'll be never sober
Niggas told you, triggers showed you
East 9-9-5 soldiers

Murder one, redrum
Try to run and get away, but it's just too late
Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face
Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool
Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews
Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so niggas, stay 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'
Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin'
Watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'
Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run
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