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Flesh-N-Bone - "Havin a Ball"
Mm, mm, mm ... Yeah.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, yall.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Workin?it on the side, I straddle my nuts. Puff on my green stuff,
what did I look up and saw? All the police man chase me down,
here come the end, fuck the law, yall. Nigga, Fifth Dog roll
still. Spit with quickness in a niggas grill with a pscychothic
maniac, who fear? Run him over like a ton of steel, then peel
they ass off the ground. Put him in a bodybag now. Damn, I am
that I am, that hustla off the C-Town. And Cleveland, better
believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening.
I might retreat, but proceed with ease, and leavin?Cleveland
all through the eardrum, bleeding. Then if you talk shit, when
I puff on this hit, then ima fix it. Better go get Trix for
your kids, cause im explicit. All my flavors mixed in the same
pot at a thousand degrees hot. Now look what the hater done got
caught up. Listen and everyone gossip bout, “Flesh kicked his
ass.? Im a hell of a nigga, but niggas, including you fools,
enough to abuse. I pick up my tool I choose to use to cause you
damage, let off my uuuuuzi. Hannibal Lectur, silence my lamb,
kind of a slaughter movie. Now, whos the one draped in a grim
reaper suit, you thought you knew me.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, yall.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Yeah, East 99, eternally thugsta. How many down there gonna get
with this shit? Its so wicked and off bound. Hittin?you with
a level straight off the top. You better be able to hang, and
when I get down, I swang. Im doin?my thang, no pain no gain,
no pain, no thang. Fuck the fame. Gimme the green, God, how it
makes me holla when I collect with a phat check, to the bank
I jet. Quickly Flesh flash back to the session, finna get started.
Gotta drop Pz to my city, lovin?my city, the land of the heartless.
Dont start shit, even if you was to try some shit, then youre
gonna rectify wig splitters comin?to split your wig and diggin?his
grave, oh my! All you playa haters gonna catch vapors when I
greet ya now. Who wanna do creep now, when I let loose, we street
sweep ya. Comin?up out ya, nigga, this thugsta thievin? im still
the man. Buckin?these niggas, cannon cocked in hand. Swarm, and
stormin?through lands. Mentality devil, straight hardcore. Then,
of course, gotta keep it real. I gotta pop my steal, then if
I peeled your cap back it was my will.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, yall.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
Run em over like a bulldozer. The reason I brang when I crept and I came.
Easily tame niggas who thought they could hang, now beat em with bats and
chains. Nigga, my name remain insane whenever im havin?a ball.
Cleveland, we stay thievin? even if I was to come to your town,
yall get with the Fifth Dog. Just let me know what you request
and ill do my best to retrieve. Back in the day on the block,
when I sold the chop chop, yell at the fiends, “yo, what you
need??Kakhi suites, stompin?in high-tech boots, and skullies
and briads, my motto.
I gotta thug, cuz, I want a buzz, now gimme the forty ounce bottle.
Them hoes all over my bottom, I tried to sweep em off with the
broom, but your lady sucked on my nuts so hard, sometimes I have
to use a vacuum. Remember the gangsta, gangsta, nigga, the day
we got thugsta, thugsta, then if your ass a pranksta, pranksta,
then his whole ass got shanked the fuck up. Whenever you hear
my grown folks talkin? you better close your mouth. Then if you
was to interupt me while I was spittin?game, im knockin?your
teeth out. Pimp smackin?these hoes like G-oldie. Pap, pap. Trick,
still let me tell you somethin? cuz, if you aint down with the
clique, start shit, and im dumpin?slugs.
Cleveland, better believe it, we stay thievin?every last evening, yall.
Flesh-N-Bone, spreadin?my thug luv, havin?a ball.
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