Bone Thugs N Harmony - Crept And We Came

Bizzy: 
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we 
have to, daily. 
Krayzie: 
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill. 

Bizzy: 
Ready be off `em in a coffin, and a all`ll be sprayed. Follow 
the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily 
pumpin` must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, 
outta the window. We roll. Lil` Ripsta realer off and better 

often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the 
darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish 

ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with 
the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin` shells. You`re bloody 
murder murdered. Comin` to serve ya, runnin` with gats and bats 
and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll. 

Krayzie: 
Krayzie`s on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa, 
that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick 

up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck 
it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin` this rap thang, 

now. Never takin` no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin` 
now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my 
daily thang. Nigga, don`t hang with the phony busta niggas, only 
roll with thugstas, killas. Beat `em in gutters. Me stick `em. 

Me stuck `em. We murdered `em every time, now. Bodies be dug 
off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say, 
give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin` that llello, 
bankroll. When the po-po roll, that`s when you lay low. When 
the 
po-po roll, that`s when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that`s 
when you lay low. 

Layzie: 
Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down. 
Came up with a plan, and we creepin` up outta me 
hometown. Me hate to be leavin` the glock-glock, now, but I`m 
livin` so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin` like trues, 

give it up to the bang, always stay down for my thang. And I 
still remain the same, never gonna change. Out my hood, I claim. 

Nigga done jumped in the game. It`s straight up confusion, `cause 
niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his back daily, 
even more lately, but they can`t break little Layzie. So a nigga 
stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever, 

me blaze. Thuggin` in my murderous ways. Praisin` the gauge, 
let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta `em, 
killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. 
Bottom line, nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we 

rollin` with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, 
for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept 
and we 
came. 

Bizzy: 
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we 
have to, daily. 
Krayzie: 
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill. 

Wish: 
Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down for 
them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin` with the same trues 

thuggin` on the Glock-glock. Ain`t shit changed. Buck `em. Fuck 
`em. Put `em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta. 
Nigga, don`t be tryin` no dumb shit; Bone`s still pumpin` them 
daily slugs at ya. Creepin` up outta the hood, roll to the West 

Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin` on the nine 
nine, reachin` for my nine, reachin` for your shit, wish you 

would. Pumpin` them slugs, put `em in a bodybag. Nigga, down 
for your cash. Nigga, that`s your life. Nigga, it`s like that 

when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. 
Bailin` down the Clair, gettin` much love, needin` mo` bud, 
gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin` that yum-yum dope, 
and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin` my gauge to 
your throat. 

Bizzy: 
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we 
have to, daily. 
Krayzie: 
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill. 

Flesh: 
A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin` them bullets up 
into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust 
us. 
We the muthafuckin` thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, 
nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain, 

swang, gotta kick `em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. 
Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I`m off the hook when I 
put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You`re wrong. 
On the ground, they lay, when I spray that chrome. 
Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I`m comin` up when I ride, 
got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find 

they time to grind. Droppin` the dime, packin` the nine, and 
ready to bang. Pullin` the triggers to blow out your brains. 
Bone 
got a game, man. We crept and we came. 

Krayzie: 
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill. 
Bizzy: 
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we 
have to, daily. 
Krayzie: 
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill.