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Body Rott Lyrics

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album: The Collection Vol. 1

Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.

Krayzie:
We paper-chasers, smokin' blunts. You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us [like us]. Don't be so quick to test us.
I'll be annoyed, and might bust. I'm a have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija, so I can see if maybe he can tell me why your
hatin' on me, bitin' on me, why you want me to show a nigga Leatherface indeed. Don't fuck around, nigga. He's a real
buck-'em-down nigga. Muthafuck rappin', how about fuckin' with me now, nigga? Niggas get your checks from your broads,
get high, then your broads sneak your keys from ya niggas and ride. Everybody wanna party, even the niggas with the
problem. Made-nigga, we done solve 'em, 'cause, bitch, we'll squash 'em. Don't know me, fuck you, when you got beef, but
you also got to clone styles and know Mo T. See me rappin' on your TV, yackin'. And it's a fact that when you see us in
person, think we won't flex or show you no action. Down for mine. Got to show a nigga time to time, so I figure I'll slow
down the rhyme. So they can understand I'm filled with so much anger and pain, and if I drop, then I'll explode like a fuckin'
grenade, nigga. Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm, break the niggas outta prison, killin' all the guards. Whoo! Power to the
people, givin' people the power to put it down in your city, and fuck them hillbillies. Nigga, I can't stand no muthafuckin'
po-po. When will we start killin' these bitches and takin' no mo'? Yeah. Mo Thug the only click that I claim. Although, we
are beyond the bangin', you can say I roll with a gang, and dissin' chin-checkers in the makin'. So, nigga, continue with the
rotation.

Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.

Bizzy:
I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I heard.
Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders. Look what they did to (Tyrone) flippin' the flow, and let it burn, without the
pistols, they'll probably stay strong for Bone, bitch, you fuckin' with all of the (?) and in 1999 when ya meet up in the end, bet it
be no peace for police, the Biz here to rip the streets and get 'em all pissed, get (...?...), we don't take defeat. Me steppin',
retreat, you can lose your arms, better use your feet. Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, hear the pump erupt. We're
corrupt as the four, down to buck, come and get fucked up, and get up outta the county, nigga, get rowdy, (duck into battle),
disappear, -pear, in an alley, reappear, -pear, off in Cali. Can you feel me, daddy? Proudly, handle stuff like a man, and went
through shit in Cleveland, with the band, now look at me platinum, fuck the rap, and corner bitch-made hation nation,
nowadays an occupation, so why you hate me? Still can't fade me away. Go on, be gone. The point of view was made with
the sound, and murder they (...?...).

Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.

Layzie:
How you see me when you see me? Drinkin' on Henessey and Remy. Look in my eyes--my shit is dreamy; beggin' to Scotty,
won't you beam me up? I buck, twelve gauge erupt, disrupt your order. Infantry, y'all better expect annihilation, fuckin' around
with an S-C-T. And I better be a soldier, organize up, but they're lovin' just us, army, see, full of harmony, and niggas, in thugs
we trust. So, nigga, I bust, so back up off me, givin' no mercy. Shit is critical, killin' you individual with a Ouija-type ritual. I'm
diggin' a ditch for all you po-po who felt you could come and raid me, ain't no way be to safe. Nigga, it's the army brigade.
So, listen up, and hear what's spoken as I start this locomotion, retaliate because we chosen, open showin' the Lord devotion.
Yeah.

Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.

Wish:
Now when your fuckin' with me, make sure you know what you're doin', got niggas that know what they doin' rollin' with me.
Infrared to your head. Don't beg, you dead, we fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure I'm free, so when you need me I can
buck another day. It's a Bone thang, better ride, ride. 'Cause what you're fuckin' with, you're gon' die-die. Don't be
surprised, Bone want your presidents, wanna run it all, run all of it, all, fuck that dog, fuck that dog, 'cause niggas is
superstitious. Nigga don't pull no gun, if you ain't gon' spit. Click-clack back be sound. These police and haters is wrong, oh.
We buckin' 'em down. Trust in me in harmony, I try peace. Eternally bless my soul, Lord, and everybody that rides with me:
it's from me to you. It's from me to you [me to you]. 'Cause it's my point of view. It's just our point of view [point of view,
point of view, point of view]. Yeah, and that's why I stay high. So high, so high, like lodi-da-da-da, lodi-da-da-da, so high, so
high.

Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.

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