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Evil Paradise Lyrics

Artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Album: The Art Of War (Disc 2)

Life or death.
Whatcha gonna do when murda comes for you?
Ring the alarm, Ring-a-ling-a-ling the alarm.
Feel the thunder in the sky. We've partied overtime.
No more evil paradise, we've partied overtime.
Krayzie:
And this will all in time come before the days of our last bread and
wine, have you thought of dyin'? My, my, my, have ya
thought of dyin'? If not, visualize. If you feel me, then ya better
wake up, [wake up, wake up, wake up]. If you feel me, then
ya better get up [get up, get up, get up, get up].
Wish:
Can you visualize your own death? Could ya imagine breathin' your last
breath? I bet ya, ya can't. You don't wanna stay.
Dear Lord, can I stay?
Krayzie:
Armageddon, it's comin'. Yes, it's comin'. Now, look what we've done.
What have we brought on amongst ourselves? Why
the hell we follow evil footsteps? They'll be no mercy [mercy, mercy,
mercy, mercy, mercy]. Evil is lurkin', lurkin', lurkin'.
You can run, but can't escape from the beast, no. Tooken by that snake
in the grass, that snake in the grass, [tooken by] that
snake in the grass. Slither, slickin' niggas' ass.
Layzie:
Fast blast, I need my cash, 'cause my days of livin' broke is all in
the past. So I gotta keep my mind up on my money. It's
survival of the fittest. Could I be one of the realest like the days
of drug dealin' like in '89? Now, it's almost 1999, new
millenium. Fuck the law, 'cause they be winnin' 'em. Send them demons
straight to hell, let them burn in Hades. Brutal enough,
we go to jail. Lord, bless our babies. Lord, please bless our babies.
Wish:
Who it be givin' you that shit ya love? Who it be givin' you that new
shit ya never heard of? Clap your hands for Bone,
everybody. Clap your hands for Bone, everybody. St. Clair wig split,
wig split, we takin' over. Better roll with this shit, with
this shit, or get rolled over, rolled over. So we puttin' it down for
B-O-N-E. Anybody wants to get checked by my Mo
Thugsta army. We deadly.
Krayzie:
Ring the alarm. Ring-a-ling-a-ling the alarm.
Feel the thunder in the sky. We've partied overtime.
No more evil paradise, we've partied overtime.
Life or death.
Whatcha gonna do when murda comes for you?
Ring the alarm. Ring-a-ling-a-ling the alarm.
Feel the thunder in the sky. We've partied overtime.
No more evil paradise, we've partied overtime.

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