Testo Down '71 - Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Testo della canzone Down '71 (Bone Thugs-n-Harmony), tratta dall'album E. 1999 Eternal
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man
Fuck that!
Man put that shit out, man
Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. (Man, fuck that
Man, they got my nigga) Man, what the fuck you doing?
Aw man, that shit ain't even cool. (Support his ass.)
Okay, order in the court
Court Attendant
People vs
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C-6-0-1-9-9-9
Will the defendant please stand!
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?
Naw, man!
You know the muthafucka did it!
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with number one
Bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase
If they catch me barehanded, I'm done
Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off
Get 'em up, and get up
The bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'
We split up
Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks
And this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel
And I hit the fence and rippin' up the trench, and I'm bailin' while they trailin'
Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'
One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me
But I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body? Got him!
Run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun
Hit the bend
Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end
They set in then they lead in
They wanted
Me up in a coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'
I went unconscious from the stompin'
Takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin
And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn
Me lookin' in the eyes of a judge
He knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but I won't budge
Sent me to death row, watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast
But chill, (No doubt)
Sleeper
Gotta get away, put that on a me reefer
Somehow must beat 'cha
So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha
Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in
Better think again
It's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that MAC-ten
Little nigga Rip (We'll) had to empty the clip
Had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, kill
Glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock
Back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my
Nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade
Inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter
Keep buckin' them faster
All I was thinkin' when I seen them bustas scatter
Better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge
Gotta bust some souls in their graves, so I'm buckin' him straight to the pave
Can't be safe
I'm buckin'
Little Ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast
Gave my nigga, Double Z's, the MAC-ten, lettin' that gun-gun blast on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through vests, MAC-ten's, sawed-off eruptions
Got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction
I'm bustin'
'Cause I'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, niggas got to escape
And it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door barracaded
And I pulled a grenade
Tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it
Creepin' through the courtyard, saw Krayzie
Feelin' safety comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from Krayzie's TEC-nine bullets on me
Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy, Little Layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy
Well, I'd love to see the boys get theyselves outta this one
Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
It began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go
They done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row
Scopin' out the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin' out, "one-
Eighty-seven," and bail
Gotta get my nigga, Rip, out the cell
It's all organized, how my nigga, number one disguised as the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival
Nigga, so creep the TEC-millimeter
Somebody done pulled the alarm
Now, it's on
Slaughterin', Bone sprayed off the TEC, gotta let him know which way was home
We got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick
Nigga, what's up?
Quick, bust in first
When you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up
We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin', while I was jumpin'
All we was thinkin' is
Don't get caught." Nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs
Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud
And all across my face was
I'd rather lay in blood." Dodgin', now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with my troops
I'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's down with they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot
Now we're rollin'
No more than a half a mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone
We load glocks and squeeze, say
Fuck all these roadblocks!" Busted a
You", then put that bitch in reverse, and I hit the switch, and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive
Sent this Souljah boy walkin back in the other direction
Po-po came quick, them heat up
Niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause I'm headed straight for the woods
My niggas, they followed behind me
We getaway smooth, a nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out
Hid a car so we could drive out
While we waited, we all got fried out, fool
If
You's a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, scream
Mo!" Took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go
St. Clair!
St. Clair!
St. Clair!
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Writer(s): Steven Howse, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Bryon Anthony Mccane
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