LYRICS
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
One day I'm at the store finna get rung up by the cashier
On the front of a magazine, "Bone Punks-N-Harmony"
Flip to the page, what do I see?
Bone talking 'bout Memphis, Tennessee
Like a dog called us country
I don't see a motha****ing thang funny
Head to the airport buy ten tickets
Cause Ten Wanted Men on vacation
Saint Claire niggas face down on the ground
Anybody move *pop* with no hesitation
Talk that shit better come equipped
Put the grip to your dome, tell me bone what you gonna do?
I hope y'all **** that dirty ho Eazy, **** so y'all can die too
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Y'all got five, Tommy Wright got ten
Ten Wanted Men never hard to find
I already know where y'all stay, it's on your tape
(East Ninety Nine)
I'ma leave you bleeding off that Cleveland
Flat foot asking for directions
Aye dawg you know where Bone stay?
(Penthouse) Thanks, playa
(Gunshot) Smith & Wesson
I don't give a ****, got my hand on the pump
Get buck nigga didn't believe
Tommy Wright could do it so crunk
Balling through the hood tell my nigga guess what? (what?)
I got bone off in my trunk (For real?)
Tommy be stealing and dealing
A villain that's willing to crucifix bone in the killing
Tommy gonna wait till the first of the month
Get Bone for they food stamps when we shoot em up
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Other rappers had something to say
But they didn't do a good enough job
I call myself the one man gang
But tell the truth, I'm coming with a ****ing mob
Ain't no watermelon eating
Memphis niggas be down with street sweeping
Bone trying to check Girbauds and golds
Whats up with them out of style Afros?
Trying to get 'em braided
Memphis, Tennessee can't be faded
Tony Tone I'll make that leather Glock look like that shit
In Oklahoma, leave your flesh hanging
Making you bitches WISH you didn't say shit
Krayzie ain't as crazy as me
Too Layzie to run, I'ma get Bizzy with this gun
Yeah I heard how you follow Eazy-E around Cali
Bet he never even heard you rap one time
Ten Wanted Men gon' follow your ass
But we gon' be strapped with Gl-izz-ock nines
Keep Tennessee up out your mouth
Next time a magazine ask you for a comment
We gonna see if you can still rap fast
When I snatch your tongue out from your stomach
B - Baggage bustaz bustin booties breaking each others backs
O - Open your mouth again
We coming to Cleveland fully strapped
N - Never shot a nigga in your life
You niggas would not wanna see you hanging from a tree
E - For the cheese you didn't receive
Got dicked in the ass by Eazy-E
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
Man I hate thuggish ruggish bustaz
Man I, man I hate-
**** you bone, **** you bone
I used to bump em but **** em
I read what you said in that book
I saw the Vibe Magazine February edition
Talking bad about Memphis Tennessee playa
Y'all ****ing with niggas that'll get plane tickets
Flat foot coming after you hoes
Money grow on trees, it ain't shit to us mane
But anyway I'm through with that shit, man
Shout outs to my niggas Project Pimp
Mac T-Dawg Unknown and the T-Town Click
La-Chat Belly Tip-Toe Killa Cap Pilla and Mr. Tini Maine
We fooled the world my nigga. Just to make that cheese
Watch out for them fake ass bootleg tapes
Missing two or three songs and shit with them typed ass stickers
My shit don't look nothing like that ...