Handle The Vibe
Intro: This track is tight you should be clappin your hands clappin clappin your hands your hands (4times)
Chorus: As we ride by end of the night you will envision how thugstas play can you handle the vibe? pedal to the metal we see blue light.
Bizzy: They wanted to get Rip�equip my sawed-off polish it all done til it replenished soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially 357 me punish you�buck and me bang ya what's ya magnum for? you crept and you came ain't shit changed�M-11s�grenades and them AK-47s bang �niggas was sayin you came and you went�now bet on the real it's all the way to the bank and you think fin to get that gangster gettin a demon�you can conjure up and see if we get angels pinnin my ankles bloody murder fuck with Jesus he done creepin deep puttin those to sleep til I raise up on my enemy let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and�four hundred years of oppression�spread the message I finished diminished you so-called critics and fuck them Billboards and the Billboard status me kick it�you fucked-up for awhile�for today but that was a trial�man and I�don't know how style through with them crowds and now I got to kick it get on the ground�wantin my people to gather around remember the sound of the rounds came from my town and only�a bitch would bite that we can't allow then they won't claim my style ready to�beat you down hittin them tombstones�sellin volumes get in them costumes now I'm rollin with Makaveli pinnin my pistols steady ready and buck them flames aim for the pressure point a point where I break your head in ??????.
Krayzie: I beg your pardon my nigga but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me he put in your record and you disrespectin off the T-O-P�should've put'em in a coffin now go seek'em and found pow pow put'em in a river now nigga who wild wild? what an incredible style that's what you was thinkin when you tried to get it down�we see that you fucked with a daily crowd so nigga just turn your ass out�whenever you're ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club ready slang slugs nigga done got too drunk�and forgot that we claim Mo'�nigga this shit is ridiculous just dismiss the thought that you�could get rid of us�buck you to Hell it was nigga you�down with us nigga you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust aww fuck! left his guts in my trunk�nigga tried a 211 fucked around got 187 niggas with heat who could it be? nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery we come in peace�nigga please freeze put'em on they knees nigga don't even breathe and these are the warriors killas destroyin ya�you're gonna die.
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Layzie: The hation season is ceasin agree�nigga let this be the reason�niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven stoppin you bitches from breathin�time is up�you know you can't cop that thug whose raps fin to put down payments criminal mind state�of a lyricist�wanna test nuts? nigga hear this �my niggas are down with murda mo real thuggas and killas that claim I'm ready to win it my nigga now bet it be ripped to the finish everyday be the same but artillery�shop be stackin Bone got heat for Armageddon�ready for the war all day want action? playa hation steady we spray�hit'em with the buck buck bang�my nigga the shit don't stop�the government all on my dick wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop�you see the policemen they give me no break fin to rest in peace when they're tryin to send me upstate no thanks�I got mo money up outta the bank these niggas are stackin our rocks refuse the peace and nevertheless you can roll with the Bone so come on so come on.
Wish: When all goes down when all goes down you can count on me�cause I got Mo' Thugs Bone Thugs-n-Harmony and that's my cavalry�if you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us follow me down to wicked streets I grew up on wanna sound like us and none of you do�we come for you�kiss mommy bye-bye you gon die and I got heat for every heat you bring�you shoot we shoot�better watch out watch out for them thugsta nigga niggas sneakin up on you�I told you�it's comin Armageddon it's comin Armageddon new world order new world order�if we get our shit together�bitches ain't nothin we none�make this shit on the streets for you to know to know we gettin our shit together�better get your shit together cause when ya go�ya go ya go.
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