[{"id":17524939,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] We're not against rap\n[00:02.16] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.56] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:17.19] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:18.12] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.88] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.58] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.76] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:31.03] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.03] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.74] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.97] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.95] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.09] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.98] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.63] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.26] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.00] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.97] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.08] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:58.41] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[01:01.67] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.30] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:06.25] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:09.04] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.55] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.97] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.88] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:19.14] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.87] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.37] It's still the same now\n[01:25.68] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.53] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.33] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.78] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.16] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:38.62] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.37] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.12] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:47.06] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.80] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.77] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.63] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.46] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.36] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.71] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.79] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.33] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.32] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.18] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:12.02] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.83] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:17.14] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.53] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.80] So what now?\n[02:21.79] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.59] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.76] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.86] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.63] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.24] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.95] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.52] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.47] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.88] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.60] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.44] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.90] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:54.17] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.06] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n[02:58.87] To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n[03:01.57] Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n[03:05.23] Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n[03:09.00] The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n[03:12.63] To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n[03:16.10] St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n[03:22.42] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:23.43] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:26.24] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:29.61] \n[03:33.54] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:37.21] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:41.76] We got Layzie and Krayzie\n[03:47.98] Bizzy's in the house\n[03:53.26] Wish is in the house\n[03:57.69] And Flesh\n[04:01.27] And Shatasha\n[04:06.95] Cleveland's definitely in the house\n[04:18.09] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:21.15] \n[04:25.44] It's 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Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":36690942,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] We're not against rap\n[00:02.10] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.43] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:13.35] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:16.60] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.72] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.52] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.65] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:30.62] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.06] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.50] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.99] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.75] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.08] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.99] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.35] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.14] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.04] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.84] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.04] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:57.98] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[00:58.14] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:01.41] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.27] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:08.73] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.62] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.74] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.66] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:18.97] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.79] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.18] It's still the same now\n[01:25.52] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.32] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.38] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.68] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.00] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:35.10] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:38.56] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.33] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.06] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.62] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.45] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.25] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.48] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.07] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.46] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.77] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.36] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.32] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.11] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:11.95] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.54] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:16.98] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.55] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.69] So what now?\n[02:21.43] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.49] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.13] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.38] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.55] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.03] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.78] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.57] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.25] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.46] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.46] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.35] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.86] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:53.92] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.09] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but 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the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? 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See the bone thug claim\nThug never gonna change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeatherface on the creep, I came up\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the glock, glock\nPop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\nThe bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\nSo sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\nAnd flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\nEver if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\nAnd, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\nAnd gotta get through my soul\nBut they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\nThe blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\nKeepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\nSt. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nWe got Layzie and we got Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\nAnd Flesh and Tasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.88] We're not against rap\n[00:22.23] We're not against rappers\n[00:24.56] But we are against those thugs\n[00:27.15] (Thugs, thugs)\n[00:33.89] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:37.32] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:41.26] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:44.47] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:49.25] You're feelin' the strength of the rump\n[00:50.46] Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel\n[00:52.40] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cuz we so real\n[00:57.17] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin'\n[00:59.73] Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip\n[01:02.20] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[01:04.77] But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo\n[01:06.86] And let me hear ya holla\n[01:08.92] Not about that mighty dollar\n[01:10.40] Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow\n[01:12.55] Chain gang remains the same\n[01:14.11] Flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew\n[01:16.37] Thinkin' about hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's\n[01:19.51] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:22.06] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:25.68] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:29.29] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:33.97] Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n[01:36.30] You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n[01:39.43] Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:42.71] Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n[01:44.81] It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:48.28] You gotta be down to bang, bang\n[01:50.00] Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n[01:53.75] Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n[01:56.55] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:59.55] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:03.15] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:06.78] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:11.12] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n[02:13.92] Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n[02:15.53] (Whoa)\n[02:16.38] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n[02:18.63] And runnin' from the po-po now\n[02:20.20] Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n[02:24.02] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:26.13] Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n[02:27.68] Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:30.97] Old English, really don't need it\n[02:33.35] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:34.99] They pump bone, so leave 'em alone\n[02:37.03] You don't wanna get shut down, Thug runnin' the nine-quad\n[02:39.47] And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style\n[02:41.66] So what now? See the bone thug claim\n[02:44.35] Thug never gonna change, so flame up\n[02:45.33] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:47.45] Leatherface on the creep, I came up\n[02:49.04] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:51.60] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:55.16] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:58.97] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[03:03.61] Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock\n[03:05.38] Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n[03:07.45] The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\n[03:11.21] So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n[03:14.83] And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\n[03:18.51] Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\n[03:21.37] And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n[03:24.49] And gotta get through my soul\n[03:26.19] But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\n[03:28.89] The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\n[03:31.92] Keepin' 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the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang, bang\n Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n (Whoa)\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n And runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get 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the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang, bang\n Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n (Whoa)\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n And runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get 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See the bone thug claim\n Thug never gonna change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leatherface on the creep, I came up\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock\n Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\n So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\n Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\n And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\n And gotta get through my soul\n But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\n The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\n Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\n To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\n St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n We got Layzie and we got Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\n And Flesh and Tasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n"},{"id":31748500,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony feat. Shatasha Williams","albumName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? 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the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":17637877,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (a cappella)","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (a cappella)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.19] We're not against rap\n[00:02.17] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.58] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:17.18] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:18.10] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.83] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.57] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.76] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:31.06] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.01] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.74] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.92] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.97] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.01] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.95] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.68] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.23] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.09] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.95] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.06] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:58.41] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[01:01.68] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.37] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:06.29] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:09.01] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.50] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.92] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.90] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:19.16] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.82] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.33] It's still the same now\n[01:25.65] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.50] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.31] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.74] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.10] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:38.64] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.32] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.17] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:47.01] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.83] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.72] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.63] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.41] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.34] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.78] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.70] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.38] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.38] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.16] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:12.04] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.89] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:17.14] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.51] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.80] So what now?\n[02:21.75] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.52] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.72] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.84] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.68] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.24] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.99] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.54] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.44] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.89] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.69] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.45] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.94] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:54.11] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.03] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but 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Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":30154463,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] We're not against rap\n[00:02.10] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.43] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:13.35] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:16.60] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.72] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.52] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.65] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:30.62] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.06] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.50] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.99] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.75] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.08] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.99] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.35] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.14] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.04] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.84] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.04] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:57.98] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[00:58.14] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:01.41] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.27] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:08.73] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.62] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.74] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.66] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:18.97] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.79] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.18] It's still the same now\n[01:25.52] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.32] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.38] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.68] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.00] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:35.10] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:38.56] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.33] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.06] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.62] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.45] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.25] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.48] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.07] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.46] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.77] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.36] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.32] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.11] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:11.95] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.54] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:16.98] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.55] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.69] So what now?\n[02:21.43] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.49] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.13] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.38] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.55] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.03] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.78] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.57] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.25] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.46] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.46] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.35] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.86] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:53.92] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.09] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but 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the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? 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See the bone thug claim\nThug never gonna change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeatherface on the creep, I came up\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the glock, glock\nPop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\nThe bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\nSo sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\nAnd flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\nEver if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\nAnd, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\nAnd gotta get through my soul\nBut they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\nThe blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\nKeepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\nSt. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nWe got Layzie and we got Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\nAnd Flesh and Tasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.87] We're not against rap\n[00:02.78] We're not against rappers\n[00:03.91] But we are against those thugs\n[00:06.87] (Thugs, thugs)\n[00:13.70] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:17.65] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:21.04] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:24.45] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:28.07] You're feelin' the strength of the rump\n[00:30.77] Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.54] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cuz we so real\n[00:37.27] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin'\n[00:39.47] Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip\n[00:42.28] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.73] But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo\n[00:46.93] And let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.68] Not about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.46] Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow\n[00:51.92] Chain gang remains the same\n[00:53.87] Flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew\n[00:56.02] Thinkin' about hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's\n[00:59.06] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:01.70] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:05.27] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:08.83] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:12.87] Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n[01:16.37] You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n[01:19.01] Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.89] Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n[01:24.43] It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.62] You gotta be down to bang, bang\n[01:29.47] Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n[01:32.92] Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n[01:35.73] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:38.94] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:42.23] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:46.09] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:50.49] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n[01:53.09] Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n[01:54.96] (Whoa)\n[01:55.96] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n[01:57.83] And runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.24] Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n[02:02.44] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.92] Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n[02:06.57] Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:09.88] Old English, really don't need it\n[02:12.00] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.94] They pump bone, so leave 'em alone\n[02:15.80] You don't wanna get shut down, Thug runnin' the nine-quad\n[02:17.67] And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style\n[02:20.66] So what now? See the bone thug claim\n[02:22.97] Thug never gonna change, so flame up\n[02:24.87] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.63] Leatherface on the creep, I came up\n[02:28.30] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:30.73] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:34.00] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:37.82] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:42.63] Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock\n[02:44.44] Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n[02:46.64] The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\n[02:50.11] So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n[02:53.66] And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\n[02:58.08] Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\n[03:00.56] And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n[03:03.29] And gotta get through my soul\n[03:04.97] But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\n[03:07.25] The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\n[03:10.88] Keepin' 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the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang, bang\n Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n (Whoa)\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n And runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get 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See the bone thug claim\n Thug never gonna change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leatherface on the creep, I came up\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock\n Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\n So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\n Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\n And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\n And gotta get through my soul\n But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\n The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\n Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\n To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\n St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n We got Layzie and we got Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\n And Flesh and Tasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n"},{"id":30587457,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Other Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","duration":282.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] We're not against rap\n[00:02.10] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.43] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:13.35] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:16.60] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.72] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.52] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.65] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:30.62] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.06] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.50] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.99] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.75] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.08] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.99] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.35] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.14] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.04] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.84] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.04] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:57.98] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[00:58.14] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:01.41] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.27] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:08.73] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.62] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.74] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.66] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:18.97] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.79] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.18] It's still the same now\n[01:25.52] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.32] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.38] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.68] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.00] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:35.10] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:38.56] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.33] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.06] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.62] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.45] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.25] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.48] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.07] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.46] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.77] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.36] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.32] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.11] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:11.95] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.54] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:16.98] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.55] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.69] So what now?\n[02:21.43] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.49] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.13] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.38] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.55] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.03] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.78] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.57] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.25] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.46] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.46] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.35] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.86] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:53.92] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.09] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n[02:58.64] To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n[03:01.45] Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n[03:05.04] Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n[03:08.88] The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n[03:12.43] To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n[03:16.02] St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n[03:19.54] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:22.10] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:25.88] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:33.47] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:37.02] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:41.63] We got Layzie and Krayzie\n[03:49.32] Bizzy's in the house\n[03:53.41] Wish is in the house\n[03:57.49] And Flesh\n[04:01.01] And Shatasha\n[04:06.03] Cleveland's definitely in the house\n[04:14.27] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:17.75] It's the Thuggish Ruggish 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the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":18046628,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony Greatest Hits","duration":280.032653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n album: Bone Thugs N Harmony Greatest Hits\n duration_ms: 280033\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We're not against rap\n We're not against rappers\n But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":25852368,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (a cappella)","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (a cappella)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony feat. 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Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] We're not against rap\n[00:02.13] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.54] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:17.13] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:18.19] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.89] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.59] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.76] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:31.06] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.03] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.74] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.94] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.92] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.07] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.98] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.60] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.24] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.00] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.97] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.06] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:58.47] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[01:01.67] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.33] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:06.20] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:09.03] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.50] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.92] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.84] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:19.14] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.84] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.31] It's still the same now\n[01:25.66] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.58] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.36] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.79] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.17] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:38.65] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.38] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.14] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:47.02] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.82] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.78] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.67] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.44] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.36] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.75] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.74] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.30] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.36] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.12] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:12.07] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.83] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:17.18] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.51] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.75] So what now?\n[02:21.72] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.51] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.76] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.86] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.65] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.21] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.98] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.52] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.49] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.83] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.62] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.47] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.99] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:54.10] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.01] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n[02:58.82] To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n[03:01.52] Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n[03:05.20] Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n[03:09.09] The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n[03:12.66] To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n[03:16.16] St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n[03:22.44] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:23.41] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:26.27] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:29.64] \n[03:33.51] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:37.22] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:41.74] We got Layzie and Krayzie\n[03:47.94] Bizzy's in the house\n[03:53.21] Wish is in the house\n[03:57.65] And Flesh\n[04:01.28] And Shatasha\n[04:06.93] Cleveland's definitely in the house\n[04:18.07] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:21.13] \n[04:25.45] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:29.19] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:30.03] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:32.86] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:36.57] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:39.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Thuggish Ruggish Bone (a cappella)\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony feat. 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Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? 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See the bone thug claim\nThug never gonna change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeatherface on the creep, I came up\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the glock, glock\nPop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\nThe bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\nSo sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\nAnd flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\nEver if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\nAnd, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\nAnd gotta get through my soul\nBut they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\nThe blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\nKeepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\nSt. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nWe got Layzie and we got Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\nAnd Flesh and Tasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.88] We're not against rap\n[00:22.23] We're not against rappers\n[00:24.56] But we are against those thugs\n[00:27.15] (Thugs, thugs)\n[00:33.89] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:37.32] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:41.26] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:44.47] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[00:49.25] You're feelin' the strength of the rump\n[00:50.46] Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel\n[00:52.40] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cuz we so real\n[00:57.17] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin'\n[00:59.73] Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip\n[01:02.20] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[01:04.77] But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo\n[01:06.86] And let me hear ya holla\n[01:08.92] Not about that mighty dollar\n[01:10.40] Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow\n[01:12.55] Chain gang remains the same\n[01:14.11] Flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew\n[01:16.37] Thinkin' about hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's\n[01:19.51] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:22.06] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:25.68] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:29.29] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:33.97] Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n[01:36.30] You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n[01:39.43] Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:42.71] Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n[01:44.81] It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:48.28] You gotta be down to bang, bang\n[01:50.00] Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n[01:53.75] Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n[01:56.55] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[01:59.55] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:03.15] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:06.78] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:11.12] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n[02:13.92] Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n[02:15.53] (Whoa)\n[02:16.38] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n[02:18.63] And runnin' from the po-po now\n[02:20.20] Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n[02:24.02] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:26.13] Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n[02:27.68] Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:30.97] Old English, really don't need it\n[02:33.35] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:34.99] They pump bone, so leave 'em alone\n[02:37.03] You don't wanna get shut down, Thug runnin' the nine-quad\n[02:39.47] And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style\n[02:41.66] So what now? See the bone thug claim\n[02:44.35] Thug never gonna change, so flame up\n[02:45.33] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:47.45] Leatherface on the creep, I came up\n[02:49.04] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:51.60] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:55.16] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[02:58.97] It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n[03:03.61] Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock\n[03:05.38] Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n[03:07.45] The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\n[03:11.21] So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n[03:14.83] And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\n[03:18.51] Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\n[03:21.37] And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n[03:24.49] And gotta get through my soul\n[03:26.19] But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\n[03:28.89] The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\n[03:31.92] Keepin' 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the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang, bang\n Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n (Whoa)\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n And runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk\n\n Old English, really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump bone, so leave 'em alone\n You don't wanna get shut down, Thug runnin' the nine-quad\n And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style\n So what now? See the bone thug claim\n Thug never gonna change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leatherface on the creep, I came up\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock\n Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\n So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\n Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\n And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\n And gotta get through my soul\n But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\n The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\n Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\n To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\n St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n We got Layzie and we got Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\n And Flesh and Tasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n"},{"id":21167760,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (Live)","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (Live)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Live From California","duration":156.708571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap. We're not against rappers.\nBut we are against those thugs .\n\nOh, it's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up, hear the funk of the jump\nthat the thugstas feel, just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples\n'cause we so real. Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin', bring on\nthat ammunition, trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no\ncompetition. But I gotta get mine, so scream out, \"Mo!\" and let me hear ya\nholler, not about that mighty dollar, ro1l with the Bone, mo' thugs will\nfollow. Chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew,\nthinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, fools.\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla. Try to\ncreep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under. Strate\nJacket's gotta make that money, man. It's still the same, now, bailin' in my\nblack, trench vest. You gotta be down to bang bang. Come and get this teachin',\nya soldiers, how thugstas must stack. Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack,\n(RED BLUE ALL THE WAY BACK.)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\nNow follow me, now, roll, stroll, off deep in the Land. Well, creep if you can,\ntake another swig to the brain, (Rose), loc'in', steady chokin' off that potent\nsmoke and runnin' from the po-po, now. Gotta get 'em up with my thugstas, right\nturn to the double glock. Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas. Puff, puff,\npuff to the brain shot, love P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, gotta get another case for\nmy trunk. Olde English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get\ndrunk. They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone--you don't wanna get shut down. Thug\nrunnin' the nine-quat, and you better believe they be wantin' this thug style,\nso what now? See the Bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up. Sit\nback and just smoke to the same cut, Leather Face on the creep, and I came up.\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\nGotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop when them buckshot\nblow. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. So, Sin,\nsip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the\nclip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest\nand put 'em to rest, and, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest,\nand gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge, mud, drug me victim. The\nblood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me, keepin' it simple,\nthe Bone in me runnin' with thugs so, to the temple, buck when you duck to the\nthuggish ruggish T's. St. Clair P's, to appeal to the G's, and a buck to all my\nenemies.\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\nWe've got Layzie and'a Krayzie.\nBizzy's in the house. Wish is in the house,\nand Flesh, and Shatasha.\nCleveland's definitely in the house.\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Thuggish Ruggish Bone (Live)\n artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n album: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Live From California\n duration_ms: 156709\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We're not against rap. We're not against rappers.\n But we are against those thugs .\n\n Oh, it's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up, hear the funk of the jump\n that the thugstas feel, just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples\n 'cause we so real. Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin', bring on\n that ammunition, trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no\n competition. But I gotta get mine, so scream out, \"Mo!\" and let me hear ya\n holler, not about that mighty dollar, ro1l with the Bone, mo' thugs will\n follow. Chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew,\n thinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, fools.\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla. Try to\n creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under. Strate\n Jacket's gotta make that money, man. It's still the same, now, bailin' in my\n black, trench vest. You gotta be down to bang bang. Come and get this teachin',\n ya soldiers, how thugstas must stack. Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack,\n (RED BLUE ALL THE WAY BACK.)\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\n Now follow me, now, roll, stroll, off deep in the Land. Well, creep if you can,\n take another swig to the brain, (Rose), loc'in', steady chokin' off that potent\n smoke and runnin' from the po-po, now. Gotta get 'em up with my thugstas, right\n turn to the double glock. Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas. Puff, puff,\n puff to the brain shot, love P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, gotta get another case for\n my trunk. Olde English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get\n drunk. They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone--you don't wanna get shut down. Thug\n runnin' the nine-quat, and you better believe they be wantin' this thug style,\n so what now? See the Bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up. Sit\n back and just smoke to the same cut, Leather Face on the creep, and I came up.\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n\n Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop when them buckshot\n blow. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. So, Sin,\n sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the\n clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest\n and put 'em to rest, and, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest,\n and gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge, mud, drug me victim. The\n blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me, keepin' it simple,\n the Bone in me runnin' with thugs so, to the temple, buck when you duck to the\n thuggish ruggish T's. St. Clair P's, to appeal to the G's, and a buck to all my\n enemies.\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n We've got Layzie and'a Krayzie.\n Bizzy's in the house. Wish is in the house,\n and Flesh, and Shatasha.\n Cleveland's definitely in the house.\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.\n"},{"id":37772047,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (live)","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (live)","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Live From California (Live)","duration":157.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Give it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up, what?\n\nWe get it straight from the Bronx, stand up\nWe don't talk, gettin' drunk at the customs\nStill just be thuggin', straight bussin'\nThuggin' your peoples 'cause we so real\nBetter bring your weapon, we're steppin'\nBring all that ammunition, trippin', all dissin'\nNot to mention, there'll be no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out, \"Boo\"\nThat mean, \"Hey, get your rhymin'\"\nNot about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone Mutha Thugafida\nCheck in, remainin' the same\nFlamin' my dank and claimin' we rule\nThinkin' about that hanky panky, we'll be true\n\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up, what?\n\nBone and the Mo Thugs, bustas, you know me as a hustler\nTry to creep and get beef, maybe six feet, peep\nY'all put them under straight jacket\nGotta make that money, man, it's still the same now\nGotta let my black tricks, best\nYou gotta put it down on the bank, right?\nCome and get this, teachin' you soldiers\nHow thugs is supposed to act\nBeen thinkin' this, ghostin' this\nRoll with the Bone, come on\n\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up, what?\n\nRoll up in that Rolls, stroll\nDon't pimp with the Lamb', but pimp if you can\nNigga with the stick to the bankroll\nSmokin', chokin', smokin' that bowl\nSmokin', rollin' by the Bone, roll now\nGotta get it on with my hustlers\nCrack guns to the double Glock\nTo the gun, all with my hustlers\nPuff-puff to the brain shot\nNo peo'keetin' and tweetin'\nGotta get it like this for my tribe\nNo aimless killin', no needin'\nWhen I gets my trues, wanna get drunk\nDidn't fall off my own, so never hold on\nIf you want it, get shot, G\nRollin' up in that car\nAnd you better believe that he one of the thugstas\nSo what now? To the Bone, we'll play through\nGotta go change the play, ma\nStill thinkin', just keep it straight, girl\nWe roll with the gang, girl\n\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, what?\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up\nGive it up, give it up, what?\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Thuggish Ruggish Bone (live)\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Live From California (Live)\n duration_ms: 157000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up, what?\n\n We get it straight from the Bronx, stand up\n We don't talk, gettin' drunk at the customs\n Still just be thuggin', straight bussin'\n Thuggin' your peoples 'cause we so real\n Better bring your weapon, we're steppin'\n Bring all that ammunition, trippin', all dissin'\n Not to mention, there'll be no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out, \"Boo\"\n That mean, \"Hey, get your rhymin'\"\n Not about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone Mutha Thugafida\n Check in, remainin' the same\n Flamin' my dank and claimin' we rule\n Thinkin' about that hanky panky, we'll be true\n\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up, what?\n\n Bone and the Mo Thugs, bustas, you know me as a hustler\n Try to creep and get beef, maybe six feet, peep\n Y'all put them under straight jacket\n Gotta make that money, man, it's still the same now\n Gotta let my black tricks, best\n You gotta put it down on the bank, right?\n Come and get this, teachin' you soldiers\n How thugs is supposed to act\n Been thinkin' this, ghostin' this\n Roll with the Bone, come on\n\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up, what?\n\n Roll up in that Rolls, stroll\n Don't pimp with the Lamb', but pimp if you can\n Nigga with the stick to the bankroll\n Smokin', chokin', smokin' that bowl\n Smokin', rollin' by the Bone, roll now\n Gotta get it on with my hustlers\n Crack guns to the double Glock\n To the gun, all with my hustlers\n Puff-puff to the brain shot\n No peo'keetin' and tweetin'\n Gotta get it like this for my tribe\n No aimless killin', no needin'\n When I gets my trues, wanna get drunk\n Didn't fall off my own, so never hold on\n If you want it, get shot, G\n Rollin' up in that car\n And you better believe that he one of the thugstas\n So what now? To the Bone, we'll play through\n Gotta go change the play, ma\n Still thinkin', just keep it straight, girl\n We roll with the gang, girl\n\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, what?\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up\n Give it up, give it up, what?\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone\n"},{"id":9645542,"name":"Thuggish-Ruggish-Bone (Acappella) (feat. Shatasha Williams)","trackName":"Thuggish-Ruggish-Bone (Acappella) (feat. Shatasha Williams)","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Thuggish-Ruggish-Bone (PROMO CD SINGLE)","duration":281.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.12] We're not against rap\n[00:02.10] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.59] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:17.16] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:18.16] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.84] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.51] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.77] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:31.01] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.02] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.74] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.94] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.91] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.05] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.98] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.63] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.26] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.05] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.99] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.02] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:58.46] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[01:01.67] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.35] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:06.26] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:09.00] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.57] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.93] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.81] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:19.17] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.85] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.32] It's still the same now\n[01:25.60] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.55] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.31] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.77] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.11] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:38.66] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.38] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.19] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:47.07] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.80] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.73] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.61] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.41] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.38] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.70] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.75] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.35] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.35] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.16] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:12.08] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.82] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:17.12] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.53] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.79] So what now?\n[02:21.73] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.50] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.72] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.83] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.68] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.27] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.96] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.59] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.43] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.87] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.66] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.45] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.93] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:54.15] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.04] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n[02:58.80] To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n[03:01.56] Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n[03:05.27] Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n[03:09.01] The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n[03:12.68] To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n[03:16.15] St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n[03:22.41] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:23.43] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:26.21] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:29.58] \n[03:33.57] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:37.29] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[03:41.79] We got Layzie and Krayzie\n[03:47.99] Bizzy's in the house\n[03:53.22] Wish is in the house\n[03:57.63] And Flesh\n[04:01.28] And Shatasha\n[04:06.95] Cleveland's definitely in the house\n[04:18.05] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:21.11] \n[04:25.40] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:29.19] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:30.03] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:32.88] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:36.55] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[04:39.03] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Thuggish-Ruggish-Bone (Acappella) (feat. 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Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":25400572,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony's Greatest Hits (disc 1)","duration":280.032653,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? Really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\nThug runnin' the Nine-Quad\nAnd you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\nSo what now?\nSee the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\nPop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\nThe Bone in me never no hoe, so\nNo creepin' up outta the Ziplock\nSo Sin sip gin\nAnd Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\nThen slipped in the clip then\nMe stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\nTo the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\nPut a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\nMugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\nThe thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\nSt. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nWe got Layzie and Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house\nWish is in the house\nAnd Flesh\nAnd Shatasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.02] We're not against rap\n[00:02.10] We're not against rappers\n[00:04.43] But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n[00:10.32] \n[00:13.35] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:16.60] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:20.72] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:24.52] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[00:28.65] You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n[00:30.62] Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n[00:33.06] Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n[00:34.50] Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n[00:36.99] Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n[00:40.75] Trippin' on sip\n[00:42.08] Not to mention, never knew no competition\n[00:44.99] But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n[00:48.35] Nut about that mighty dollar\n[00:50.14] Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n[00:52.04] Chain gang remaining the same\n[00:53.84] Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n[00:56.04] Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n[00:57.98] Thuggin' with trues, fools\n[00:58.14] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:01.41] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:05.27] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:08.73] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:13.62] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n[01:15.74] You know me as a hustla\n[01:17.66] Try to creep and get beat\n[01:18.97] Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n[01:21.79] Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n[01:24.18] It's still the same now\n[01:25.52] Bailin' in my black trench vest\n[01:27.32] You gotta be down to bang-bang\n[01:29.38] Come and get this teachin'\n[01:30.68] You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n[01:33.00] Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n[01:35.10] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:38.56] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:42.33] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:46.06] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[01:49.62] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n[01:53.45] Take another swig to the brain, rose\n[01:55.25] Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n[01:59.48] Gotta get up with my thugstas\n[02:01.07] Right turn to the Double Glock\n[02:02.46] Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n[02:04.77] Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n[02:06.36] Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n[02:08.32] Gotta get another case for my trunk\n[02:10.11] Olde English? Really don't need it\n[02:11.95] But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n[02:13.54] They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n[02:16.98] Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n[02:18.55] And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n[02:20.69] So what now?\n[02:21.43] See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n[02:24.49] Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n[02:26.13] Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n[02:27.38] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:30.55] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:34.03] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:37.78] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n[02:42.57] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n[02:44.25] Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n[02:46.46] The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n[02:48.46] No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n[02:50.35] So Sin sip gin\n[02:51.86] And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n[02:53.92] Then slipped in the clip then\n[02:56.09] Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but 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the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? 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Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":10621831,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (Instrumental)","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone (Instrumental)","artistName":"Bone Thugs N Harmony","albumName":"Krayzie Bone Presents the Eternal Legends","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs\n(Thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rump\nStep up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cuz we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin'\nBring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\n\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo\nAnd let me hear ya holla\nNot about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow\nChain gang remains the same\nFlamin' my dank and drinkin' brew\nThinkin' about hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nGet ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\nMake me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\nStraight jackets gotta make that money, man\nIt's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang, bang\nCome and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\nMe drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\nWell, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n(Whoa)\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\nAnd runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff, puff to the brain shot\nLove P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk\n\nOld English, really don't need it\nBut in case my trues wanna get drunk\nThey pump bone, so leave 'em alone\nYou don't wanna get shut down, Thug runnin' the nine-quad\nAnd you better believe they be wantin' this thug style\nSo what now? See the bone thug claim\nThug never gonna change, so flame up\nSit back and just smoke the same cut\nLeatherface on the creep, I came up\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nGotta give it on up to the glock, glock\nPop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\nThe bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\nSo sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\nAnd flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\nEver if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\nAnd, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\nAnd gotta get through my soul\nBut they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\nThe blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\nKeepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\nTo the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\nSt. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\nWe got Layzie and we got Krayzie\nBizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\nAnd Flesh and Tasha\nCleveland's definitely in the house\n\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone\nIt's the thuggish ruggish bone","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Thuggish Ruggish Bone (Instrumental)\n artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony\n album: Krayzie Bone Presents the Eternal Legends\n duration_ms: 250000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n We're not against rap\n We're not against rappers\n But we are against those thugs\n (Thugs, thugs)\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rump\n Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cuz we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin'\n Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo\n And let me hear ya holla\n Not about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow\n Chain gang remains the same\n Flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew\n Thinkin' about hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep\n Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under\n Straight jackets gotta make that money, man\n It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang, bang\n Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack\n Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land\n Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain\n (Whoa)\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke\n And runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot\n Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk\n\n Old English, really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump bone, so leave 'em alone\n You don't wanna get shut down, Thug runnin' the nine-quad\n And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style\n So what now? See the bone thug claim\n Thug never gonna change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leatherface on the creep, I came up\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock\n Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow\n The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock\n So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up\n And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims\n Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest\n And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest\n\n And gotta get through my soul\n But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim\n The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me\n Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so\n To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's\n St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's and a buck to all my enemies\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n\n We got Layzie and we got Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house\n And Flesh and Tasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n It's the thuggish ruggish bone\n"},{"id":14010795,"name":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","trackName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","artistName":"DJ Copy","albumName":"Bone Thugs Harmony N' Copy","duration":282.331425,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"We're not against rap\nWe're not against rappers\nBut we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs)\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nYou're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\nHear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\nJust be thuggin', straight buzzin'\nLovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\nChill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\nTrippin' on sip\nNot to mention, never knew no competition\nBut I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\nNut about that mighty dollar\nRoll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\nChain gang remaining the same\nFlamin' my dank and drankin' brew\nThinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\nThuggin' with trues, fools\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nGet ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\nYou know me as a hustla\nTry to creep and get beat\nMaybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\nStraightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\nIt's still the same now\nBailin' in my black trench vest\nYou gotta be down to bang-bang\nCome and get this teachin'\nYou're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\nMe drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\nIt's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\nNow follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\nTake another swig to the brain, rose\nLoc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\nGotta get up with my thugstas\nRight turn to the Double Glock\nPull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\nPuff, puff puff to the brain, shot\nLeft P-O-D'd and tweeded\nGotta get another case for my trunk\nOlde English? 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Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump\n Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel\n Just be thuggin', straight buzzin'\n Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real\n Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition\n Trippin' on sip\n Not to mention, never knew no competition\n But I gotta get mine, so scream out \"Mo!\", and let me hear ya holla\n\n Nut about that mighty dollar\n Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow\n Chain gang remaining the same\n Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew\n Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin\n Thuggin' with trues, fools\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas\n You know me as a hustla\n Try to creep and get beat\n Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under\n Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne\n It's still the same now\n Bailin' in my black trench vest\n You gotta be down to bang-bang\n Come and get this teachin'\n You're \"soldiers\" (How thugstas must act)\n Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can\n Take another swig to the brain, rose\n Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now\n Gotta get up with my thugstas\n Right turn to the Double Glock\n Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas\n Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot\n Left P-O-D'd and tweeded\n Gotta get another case for my trunk\n Olde English? Really don't need it\n But in case my trues wanna get drunk\n They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down\n Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad\n And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style\n So what now?\n See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up\n Sit back and just smoke the same cut\n Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock\n Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow\n The Bone in me never no hoe, so\n No creepin' up outta the Ziplock\n So Sin sip gin\n And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in\n Then slipped in the clip then\n Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts\n To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks\n Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge\n Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental\n The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so\n To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's\n St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies\n\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n\n We got Layzie and Krayzie\n Bizzy's in the house\n Wish is in the house\n And Flesh\n And Shatasha\n Cleveland's definitely in the house\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n"},{"id":16825845,"name":"Creepin On Ah Come Up","trackName":"Creepin On Ah Come Up","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Thuggish Ruggish Bone","duration":291.306667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up\nSo to all you busters out there, beware\n\nStalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves\n\nWoke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich\nAin't ate in days so it ain't no thing to click click, bitch, gimme your shit\nFresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug\nGot flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud\nWith my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack\nAnd I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag\nride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside\nAnd I can't escape, some say it's a phase\nIf it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge\nIt's a raid. Put your face to pave\nIf you try to play brave, you'll get slayed\nPull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe\nI snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said\n\"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe\nif you wanna be killed try some stupid shit\nAnd pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell\"\nTrail to the back with the money in the sack\nLocked 'em all in the vault, time to bail\nWell, tickets I'm out the door\nhopped in the smug, and I break fast\nGet to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash\nAt last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth\nNow, I'm straight. Covered my tracks\nOnly description is that nigga with that leather face, fool\nI gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'\nJust work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya\nSee, a nigga creep on a come up\n\nStalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.\n\nSee, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down\nsteady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid\nGotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder\nThat'll get a nigga locked the cage\nLay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause\nWhat can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit\nBut a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store\nSelect which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown\n'cause tonight's the night\nDressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face\nso a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight\nStole two cars, and I parked one north\nParked one east for the smooth switch\nWhen a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a\nnigga don't dwell in the same shit?\nClimb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene\nAnd there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down\nLooked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rock\nNow I jump my ass in. Start to fillin' up the bag\nAnd a nigga comin' up on these diamonds\nGrabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings\nAnd some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining\nWent to the cash register, broke the bitch open\nGrabbed all the money they had\nAnd a nigga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah\nGot to let my niggas check out my bag\nAnd I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned\nAnd ain't no bullshit get brung up\nThat's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid\n'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up\n\nStalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves\n\nDownin' Jamaican spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang\nNigga that's the click on my brain, drop another victim insane\nFeel the murderous nerve\nthis twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me\nPeelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis\nCreepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me cock this\nNigga must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage\nUp outta the door, with a pump to her temple, should've seen her tremble\nPush any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms\nIt's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em\nDon't gimme no hassle, bitch, 'cause I've been scopin' for weeks\nand I know y'all got some shit\nClack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'\nLadies and babies scream onto the floor\n(\"Shut up and listen!\") It's a jack move, fools\nGive me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese\nand answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'?\nBlood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said\nBuckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red\nOne that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness\nHe made out with a smooth thirty G's\nSo all bodies must bleed, I need no witness\nSo with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up\ngood stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to my thugs\n'cause I done made it clean as fuck, and I flees the scene with a buck buck\n'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up.\n\nStalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.97] Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up\n[00:04.13] So to all you busters out there, beware\n[00:06.53] Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves\n[00:21.02] Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich\n[00:24.51] Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thing to click click, bitch, gimme your shit\n[00:28.39] Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug\n[00:31.91] Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud\n[00:35.63] With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack\n[00:38.17] And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag\n[00:41.15] Ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside\n[00:44.22] And I can't escape, some say it's a phase\n[00:46.82] If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge\n[00:50.28] It's a raid. Put your face to pave\n[00:52.29] If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed\n[00:53.90] Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe\n[00:57.53] I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said\n[01:00.96] \"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe\n[01:03.16] If you wanna be killed try some stupid shit\n[01:05.29] And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell\"\n[01:08.22] Trail to the back with the money in the sack\n[01:10.48] Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail\n[01:12.28] Well, tickets I'm out the door\n[01:13.96] Hopped in the smug, and I break fast\n[01:15.83] Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash\n[01:19.53] At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth\n[01:22.14] Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks\n[01:23.77] Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool\n[01:27.75] I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'\n[01:30.49] Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya\n[01:32.28] See, a nigga creep on a come up\n[01:34.13] Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.\n[01:48.56] See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down\n[01:50.50] Steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid\n[01:52.17] Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder\n[01:54.28] That'll get a nigga locked the cage\n[01:55.91] Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause\n[01:58.17] What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit\n[02:00.90] But a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store\n[02:03.65] Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown\n[02:06.04] 'Cause tonight's the night\n[02:07.15] Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face\n[02:08.68] So a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight\n[02:10.87] Stole two cars, and I parked one north\n[02:13.24] Parked one east for the smooth switch\n[02:14.97] When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a\n[02:16.18] Nigga don't dwell in the same shit?\n[02:18.18] Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene\n[02:19.93] And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down\n[02:21.83] Looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rock\n[02:24.88] Now I jump my ass in. Start to fillin' up the bag\n[02:27.26] And a nigga comin' up on these diamonds\n[02:28.72] Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings\n[02:30.47] And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining\n[02:32.42] Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open\n[02:34.46] Grabbed all the money they had\n[02:35.90] And a nigga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah\n[02:37.47] Got to let my niggas check out my bag\n[02:39.63] And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned\n[02:41.56] And ain't no bullshit get brung up\n[02:43.36] That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid\n[02:45.01] 'Cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up\n[02:47.39] Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves\n[03:01.43] Downin' Jamaican spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang\n[03:06.02] Nigga that's the click on my brain, drop another victim insane\n[03:09.67] Feel the murderous nerve\n[03:10.92] This twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me\n[03:13.33] Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis\n[03:17.04] Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me cock this\n[03:20.63] Nigga must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage\n[03:24.19] Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, should've seen her tremble\n[03:27.89] Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms\n[03:30.39] It's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em\n[03:33.36] Don't gimme no hassle, bitch, 'cause I've been scopin' for weeks\n[03:37.36] And I know y'all got some shit\n[03:38.73] Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'\n[03:42.64] Ladies and babies scream onto the floor\n[03:44.64] (\"Shut up and listen!\") It's a jack move, fools\n[03:46.92] Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese\n[03:49.67] And answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'?\n[03:53.38] Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said\n[03:56.90] Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red\n[04:00.84] One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness\n[04:03.80] He made out with a smooth thirty G's\n[04:05.97] So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness\n[04:08.16] So with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up\n[04:11.97] Good stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to my thugs\n[04:15.57] 'Cause I done made it clean as fuck, and I flees the scene with a buck buck\n[04:19.43] 'Cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up.\n[04:21.40] Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves\n[04:50.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Creepin On Ah Come Up\n artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n album: Thuggish Ruggish Bone\n duration_ms: 291307\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up\n start_ms: 970\n end_ms: 4130\n- text: So to all you busters out there, beware\n start_ms: 4130\n end_ms: 6530\n- text: Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves\n start_ms: 6530\n end_ms: 21020\n- text: Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich\n start_ms: 21020\n end_ms: 24510\n- text: Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thing to click click, bitch, gimme your shit\n start_ms: 24510\n end_ms: 28390\n- text: Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug\n start_ms: 28390\n end_ms: 31910\n- text: Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud\n start_ms: 31910\n end_ms: 35630\n- text: With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack\n start_ms: 35630\n end_ms: 38170\n- text: And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag\n start_ms: 38170\n end_ms: 41150\n- text: Ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside\n start_ms: 41150\n end_ms: 44220\n- text: And I can't escape, some say it's a phase\n start_ms: 44220\n end_ms: 46820\n- text: If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge\n start_ms: 46820\n end_ms: 50280\n- text: It's a raid. Put your face to pave\n start_ms: 50280\n end_ms: 52290\n- text: If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed\n start_ms: 52290\n end_ms: 53900\n- text: Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe\n start_ms: 53900\n end_ms: 57530\n- text: I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said\n start_ms: 57530\n end_ms: 60960\n- text: '\"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe'\n start_ms: 60960\n end_ms: 63160\n- text: If you wanna be killed try some stupid shit\n start_ms: 63160\n end_ms: 65290\n- text: And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell\"\n start_ms: 65290\n end_ms: 68220\n- text: Trail to the back with the money in the sack\n start_ms: 68220\n end_ms: 70480\n- text: Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail\n start_ms: 70480\n end_ms: 72280\n- text: Well, tickets I'm out the door\n start_ms: 72280\n end_ms: 73960\n- text: Hopped in the smug, and I break fast\n start_ms: 73960\n end_ms: 75830\n- text: Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash\n start_ms: 75830\n end_ms: 79530\n- text: At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth\n start_ms: 79530\n end_ms: 82140\n- text: Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks\n start_ms: 82140\n end_ms: 83770\n- text: Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool\n start_ms: 83770\n end_ms: 87750\n- text: I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'\n start_ms: 87750\n end_ms: 90490\n- text: Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya\n start_ms: 90490\n end_ms: 92280\n- text: See, a nigga creep on a come up\n start_ms: 92280\n end_ms: 94130\n- text: Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.\n start_ms: 94130\n end_ms: 108560\n- text: See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down\n start_ms: 108560\n end_ms: 110500\n- text: Steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid\n start_ms: 110500\n end_ms: 112170\n- text: Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder\n start_ms: 112170\n end_ms: 114280\n- text: That'll get a nigga locked the cage\n start_ms: 114280\n end_ms: 115910\n- text: Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause\n start_ms: 115910\n end_ms: 118170\n- text: What can I do me for? 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Got be headin' downtown\n start_ms: 123650\n end_ms: 126040\n- text: '''Cause tonight''s the night'\n start_ms: 126040\n end_ms: 127150\n- text: Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face\n start_ms: 127150\n end_ms: 128680\n- text: So a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight\n start_ms: 128680\n end_ms: 130870\n- text: Stole two cars, and I parked one north\n start_ms: 130870\n end_ms: 133240\n- text: Parked one east for the smooth switch\n start_ms: 133240\n end_ms: 134970\n- text: When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a\n start_ms: 134970\n end_ms: 136180\n- text: Nigga don't dwell in the same shit?\n start_ms: 136180\n end_ms: 138180\n- text: Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene\n start_ms: 138180\n end_ms: 139930\n- text: And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down\n start_ms: 139930\n end_ms: 141830\n- text: Looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rock\n start_ms: 141830\n end_ms: 144880\n- text: Now I jump my ass in. 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I be livin' on the darkside\n And I can't escape, some say it's a phase\n If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge\n It's a raid. Put your face to pave\n If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed\n Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe\n I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said\n \"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe\n if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit\n And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell\"\n Trail to the back with the money in the sack\n Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail\n Well, tickets I'm out the door\n hopped in the smug, and I break fast\n Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash\n At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth\n Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks\n Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool\n I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'\n Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya\n See, a nigga creep on a come up\n\n Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.\n\n See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down\n steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid\n Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder\n That'll get a nigga locked the cage\n Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause\n What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit\n But a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store\n Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown\n 'cause tonight's the night\n Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face\n so a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight\n Stole two cars, and I parked one north\n Parked one east for the smooth switch\n When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a\n nigga don't dwell in the same shit?\n Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene\n And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down\n Looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rock\n Now I jump my ass in. Start to fillin' up the bag\n And a nigga comin' up on these diamonds\n Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings\n And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining\n Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open\n Grabbed all the money they had\n And a nigga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah\n Got to let my niggas check out my bag\n And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned\n And ain't no bullshit get brung up\n That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid\n 'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up\n\n Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves\n\n Downin' Jamaican spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang\n Nigga that's the click on my brain, drop another victim insane\n Feel the murderous nerve\n this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me\n Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis\n Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me cock this\n Nigga must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage\n Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, should've seen her tremble\n Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms\n It's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em\n Don't gimme no hassle, bitch, 'cause I've been scopin' for weeks\n and I know y'all got some shit\n Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'\n Ladies and babies scream onto the floor\n (\"Shut up and listen!\") It's a jack move, fools\n Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese\n and answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'?\n Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said\n Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red\n One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness\n He made out with a smooth thirty G's\n So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness\n So with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up\n good stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to my thugs\n 'cause I done made it clean as fuck, and I flees the scene with a buck buck\n 'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up.\n\n Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves\n"}]