Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind Gotta get mine doing my crime, Wid two in here, Steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9, Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift wid real Little Will Big Wally and Wish Bone Little Wally high rollerz and he wonda why niggas so strong Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love Kept ah nigga on his toes in the game It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang, Gotta make ya grandas each daily man Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart We niggas from the land fool, and the old school, Just serve out ya sentence and be cool Fuckin' wid Trues rest in peace My little nigga Ripster stress that Bone luv Smokin' on bud, cause ah nigga Mo Thug Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number 1 wid ya gun so run run Cleveland is the city where ah nigga come from Slangin' them dum dum dum dums
[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose, For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons Nigga roll up the buddah, Smoke it all up nigga don't stiff on the reefer Mo runnin' up outta the club wid this Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper Strip as you hear the double glock glock Widda me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad, Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top Hit the body and the bullshit stop Wheneva them troublin' us, Where the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve Krayzie take caution, Take out my llelo and tossed it Send 'em in the road to the curb Running, ducking, jumping, Up in the land my niggas is craaazy, Me slangin' wid nuff 'n me bang on the block And nigga this daaaily, Who the nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump) Mr.Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray Eternally thugsta, East nine-teen nine-ty nine
[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give peace to the SCTs And the one big thug on the glock, Pump blast fa the cash Then I mashin wid gas gotta dash away from the cops Not lettin' no pause Steadily flippin' up rows Rippin' up flesh wid six dogs That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn And I guess that hood'll neva learn Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm When I'm on ah mission for my set-ty Pick up my niggas be peelin' out wid me Roll up me window me wind blow fuck up my indo I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage I empty, me scan-dalous niggas are pon de loose But it's no fuckin' wid the family Now feel it nigga understand me Much love much bud for them St.Claire thugs East nineteen ninety nine is where ya find me Slangin' them mutha-fuckin' drugs.
[Verse 4: Flesh N Bone]
Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun They know that me noddin' they head off And I gots to have me fun Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin' You studio gangsta bitch trick Niggas'll get beat I'm handlin' the shit And I split in the midst of the darkness, Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin' a hoe check Betta check ya Rolex, Ya timed now fa givin' up respect Ta them S-C-Ts from C-L-E the scandalous niggas that dwell Hell offa the forscythe and bail, Leavin' ah trail ah the boody victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and if and they find They may give me time instead ah me trippin' We flippin' the scripts on ova See the Bone ah be neva sober Niggas told ya triggas showed ya East nine nine