Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Shoot 'Em Up Lyrics




[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

[Layzie Bone]
Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
Now, that you know like that
These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
In fact, I'm at the track in the back
With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
We straight, get high, so high,
That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay
Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners

[Krayzie Bone]
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off
And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
We got something to put you back into your truck quick
Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat
Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
I get plots on the riot riot bang
That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.

[Wish Bone]
Come on, come on, don't be shy
Let's get high

[Krayzie Bone]
We got that herb

[Wish Bone]
If you want some, want some
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
But lately gotta roll with my gun
Cause the haters they hate me
Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
And quit playa hatin'
That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
Blowin' up your face with your pistols
And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
All up in that body, got him, got him
We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine

[Bizzy Bone]
Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look to floss
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner, creepin' up
Here come them soldiers pullin' up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
Ready when I'm ready to do it you
It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
I still ball, and I know when ya roll
I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.

[Hook repeated to fade]





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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Shoot 'Em Up Comments
  1. Charles Taylor

    Bone thugs and Harmony is still MY favorite Rap group of all time 4 life

  2. Chivas#1

    Still here 2020!!!👍👍

  3. Luis Gonzalez

    Fuck yeah talent but am that vato that would love to stab a suspect if i felt its called for

  4. dan allen

    I met the group at a mall here in Dayton Ohio before a show back in the 90s. They did so much for the industry ! I think Eazy-E & soul lives in these dudes and they never forget they roots u heart it the lyrics

  5. Jinan Nasim

    Brings me back to my teenage yrz BTNH are hip hop Veterans!!!

  6. Juan Lopez

    2020... RIP KOBE Bryant....

  7. Mr No Smile

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
    Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
    When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
    And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
    And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
    Now, that you know like that
    These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
    In fact, I'm at the track in the back
    With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
    Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
    Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
    So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
    We straight, get high, so high,
    That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like
    Parlay, parlay
    Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
    But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
    Point .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
    These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
    Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
    You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
    Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
    Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
    Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
    Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
    Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
    They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
    Niggas they get it then pissed off
    And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
    They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
    We got something to put you back into your truck quick
    Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
    Ain't no nigga badder, point 357 put that ass on the mat
    Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
    You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
    My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
    Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
    I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
    That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
    What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
    And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
    East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
    Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
    You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
    If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
    I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
    We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
    (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
    If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
    And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
    I get plots on the riot riot bang
    That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
    Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
    You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
    Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
    Come on, come on, don't be shy
    Let's get high
    We got that herb
    If you want some, want some
    We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
    Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
    But lately gotta roll with my gun
    'Cause the haters they hate me
    Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
    And quit playa hatin'
    That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
    Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
    And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
    So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
    Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
    Blowin' up your face with your pistols
    And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
    Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
    Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
    All up in that body, got him, got him
    We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
    I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine
    Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
    And make it look to floss
    Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    For the police on the corner, creepin' up
    Here come them soldiers pullin' up
    Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
    Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
    Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
    You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
    Ready when I'm ready to do it you
    It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
    It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
    And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
    That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
    I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
    And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
    You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
    I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
    And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
    I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
    And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
    I still ball, and I know when ya roll
    I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
    We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
    My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
    Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
    You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

  8. xSOMANYSTYLESx SP 404

    MIDWEST ALL DAY

  9. Jonathan Fikes

    this song the beat is so off it's so off off off Bizzy kills it this is still old school busy that's what's the sad thing about it the beat destroyed this f****** song like a lot of beads on otter War

  10. Mijn naam12345678910

    Don't be shy let's get high bitchesss

  11. Derrick Dillard

    Everyone who disliked this song is a neanderthal. Who doesn't know good quality music.

  12. Veg4Ev

    BTH: Non will be ever or greater

  13. dohctorcobra

    Damn! Krayzies verse is cold as fuck

  14. brian sanders

    Awwwww man music to my ears.90's rap. what has the world come to.smh👎👎

  15. Sabrina Gimenez

    2020 e eu ainda escutando essa msc😍mais alguém?

  16. To Late La sombra

    2020 💪🏼

  17. Luis Milian

    Most of the time I'm about to do something crazy I pop this joint close my eyes and imagine everything their talking about and makes me think how it's about to go down

  18. #GREATMUZIQGROUP AceMuziq

    Layzie Got off

  19. DustinC Pleines

    Seen Bone with KMK Tech N9ne and ICP once. Best Rap concert I ever been to period.

  20. raymond hines

    Real shit right here bone too real

  21. ESECRUZITO .

    2020 anyone??

  22. Mountain Lions Only

    I had the greatest childhood! Thank u BONE🙌🏾

  23. Former Child

    A solemn track about murdering someone.

  24. Joseph Stelly

    I'm here in 2020

  25. C Coles El

    This might have been Layzies best verse, and one of the better bone verses period, which is saying a lot because Lay had some of the most fire verses in bone even though he was slept on.

  26. Kadz Rbl

    2020 still bumpin this classic ✊🏼

  27. jamie blossom

    Sit on a cliff in the mountains with munchies and bump this while the sun rises best way ever!...

  28. EazyECBT

    Even tho im young I love old school

  29. S K G

    Underrated bone song

  30. Brian Cle

    Layzie killed this shittt 🔥💯

  31. Thulsa Doom

    first degree murder lullaby

  32. Veg4Ev

    BTH: Greatest Ever

  33. Rasta Fonz

    song on repeat for the countless time

  34. Stephen Brown

    This will always be CLASSIC

  35. BONE THUG FOE LIFE COMPTON FINEST

    Migos cant see BONE THUGS💯💯💯💯💯

  36. Harry Yass

    Shoot 'EM Up
    Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
    Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
    When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
    And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
    And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
    Now, that you know like that
    These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
    In fact, I'm at the track in the back
    With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
    Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
    Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
    So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
    We straight, get high, so high,
    That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like
    Parlay, parlay
    Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
    But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
    Point .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
    These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
    Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
    You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
    Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
    Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
    Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
    Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
    Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
    They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
    Niggas they get it then pissed off
    And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
    They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
    We got something to put you back into your truck quick
    Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
    Ain't no nigga badder, point 357 put that ass on the mat
    Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
    You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
    My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
    Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
    I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
    That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
    What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
    And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
    East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
    Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
    You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
    If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
    I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
    We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
    (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
    If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
    And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
    I get plots on the riot riot bang
    That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
    Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
    You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
    Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
    Come on, come on, don't be shy
    Let's get high
    We got that herb
    If you want some, want some
    We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
    Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
    But lately gotta roll with my gun
    'Cause the haters they hate me
    Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
    And quit playa hatin'
    That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
    Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
    And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
    So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
    Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
    Blowin' up your face with your pistols
    And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
    Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
    Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
    All up in that body, got him, got him
    We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
    I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine
    Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
    And make it look to floss
    Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    For the police on the corner, creepin' up
    Here come them soldiers pullin' up
    Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
    Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
    Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
    You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
    Ready when I'm ready to do it you
    It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
    It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
    And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
    That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
    I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
    And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
    You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
    I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
    And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
    I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
    And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
    I still ball, and I know when ya roll
    I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
    We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
    My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
    Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
    You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

  37. Noeum Din

    The beat sound so good and legend flow

  38. The KRe8tion Sensation

    Bizzie killed it.

  39. Starwars Starwarz

    I used jam this on my Xbox 360 on Tony hawk good days

  40. Derrick Green

    11/12/19 I'm Here. This My Shit💯

  41. tulapimp21

    Shoot em up always...Hate when I break ya off’n, ya lost’n, made it look too false’n, let it be be coffins for all your offspring..well let it be coffins for all your offspring.....🔥🔥🔥

  42. Veg4Ev

    BTH: The Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaartist Rap/Hip Hop Artists of All Time!

  43. Zachary Powell

    They all killed it but tell me why the song sound sad? lmao

  44. 13kRafa

    2019‼️

  45. Skoeleosis

    LEGENDS . all i gotta say.

  46. local831 santa cruz

    Nothing better then bone to mob and smoke a blunt to 💨

  47. Te Zero

    Who is here cuz of bizzy bone verse because big boi interview when he rapped it

  48. Wanye Kest

    Cause of Big Boy I finally know what Bizzy say when he start his verse, thanks man!

  49. Val Venus

    Drive by’s n harmony 😩

  50. Ronnie Jones

    Only the 80s babies only meant to understand this type of music.

  51. W2ATL

    Bring back 90s rap please!!!!

  52. Brooks Fleming

    Lol. I was bumpin this in Afghanistan.

  53. Tim Tim

    Bone was ahead of their time....now 90% of the rap game on some singing harmonious shit, ha "picture that"

  54. Jon Beluong

    Late 2019?

  55. Cali Gee

    AZlyrics.com <----Check 4 lyrics

    [Hook: Krayzie Bone]
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

    [Layzie Bone]
    Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
    When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
    And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
    And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
    Now, that you know like that
    These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
    In fact, I'm at the track in the back
    With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
    Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
    Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
    So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
    We straight, get high, so high,
    That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay
    Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
    But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
    .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
    These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
    Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
    You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
    Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
    Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
    Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
    Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners

    [Krayzie Bone]
    Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
    They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
    Niggas they get it then pissed off
    And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
    They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
    We got something to put you back into your truck quick
    Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
    Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat
    Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
    You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
    My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
    Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
    I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
    That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
    What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
    And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
    East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
    Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
    You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
    If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
    I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
    We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
    (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
    If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
    And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
    I get plots on the riot riot bang
    That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
    Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
    You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
    Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.

    [Wish Bone]
    Come on, come on, don't be shy
    Let's get high

    [Krayzie Bone]
    We got that herb

    [Wish Bone]
    If you want some, want some
    We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
    Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
    But lately gotta roll with my gun
    Cause the haters they hate me
    Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
    And quit playa hatin'
    That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
    Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
    And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
    So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
    Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
    Blowin' up your face with your pistols
    And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
    Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
    Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
    All up in that body, got him, got him
    We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
    I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine

    [Bizzy Bone]
    Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
    And make it look to floss
    Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    For the police on the corner, creepin' up
    Here come them soldiers pullin' up
    Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
    Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
    Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
    You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
    Ready when I'm ready to do it you
    It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
    It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
    And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
    That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
    I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
    And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
    You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
    I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
    And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
    I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
    And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
    I still ball, and I know when ya roll
    I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
    We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
    My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
    Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
    You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.

  56. Atheist Malala

    Still my shit

  57. MARL3Y336 - The Urban Composer

    This probably my favorite btnh song who still bumping in 2019 ?

  58. This is Money Talks with Ant Carter

    “Ya know we thuggin in Cleveland Cleveland!”

  59. reggie colston

    4:00 - 4:10 was that verse!!!! BIZZY!!!!!

  60. TwoCool Studios ATL

    DONT Kray SAY "12 GAUGES BUST UP IN YA PLAYA HATERS, WE BE QUICK TO PIN YA"?

  61. Adaiah Barber

    4ever fire🔥🔥🔥

  62. Danielle Aguilar

    Love it ❤❤

  63. El Jeffè

    💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥💪🏼💪🏼💪🏽💪🏽💪🏿. Who's still banging this in '19

  64. Fourwalls Annajacket

    Gangster lullaby.... Goo goo gah gah...wahhh

  65. J San

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

    Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
    When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
    And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
    And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
    Now, that you know like that
    These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
    In fact, I'm at the track in the back
    With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
    Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
    Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
    So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
    We straight, get high, so high,
    That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like 
    Parlay, parlay
    Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
    But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
    Point .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
    These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
    Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
    You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
    Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
    Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
    Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
    Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners

    Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
    They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
    Niggas they get it then pissed off
    And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
    They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
    We got something to put you back into your truck quick
    Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
    Ain't no nigga badder, point 357 put that ass on the mat
    Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
    You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
    My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
    Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
    I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
    That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
    What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
    And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
    East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
    Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
    You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
    If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
    I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
    We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
    (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
    If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
    And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
    I get plots on the riot riot bang
    That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
    Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
    You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
    Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.

    Come on, come on, don't be shy
    Let's get high

    We got that herb

    If you want some, want some
    We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
    Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
    But lately gotta roll with my gun
    'Cause the haters they hate me
    Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
    And quit playa hatin'
    That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
    Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
    And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
    So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
    Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
    Blowin' up your face with your pistols
    And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
    Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
    Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
    All up in that body, got him, got him
    We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
    I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine

    Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
    And make it look to floss
    Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    For the police on the corner, creepin' up
    Here come them soldiers pullin' up
    Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
    Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
    Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
    You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
    Ready when I'm ready to do it you
    It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
    It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
    And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
    That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
    I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
    And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
    You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
    I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
    And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
    I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
    And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
    I still ball, and I know when ya roll
    I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
    We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
    My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
    Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
    You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah.

  66. Julian Manzo

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

    Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
    When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
    And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
    And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
    Now, that you know like that
    These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
    In fact, I'm at the track in the back
    With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
    Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
    Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
    So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
    We straight, get high, so high,
    That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like
    Parlay, parlay
    Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
    But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
    Point .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
    These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
    Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
    You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
    Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
    Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
    Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
    Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners

    Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
    They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
    Niggas they get it then pissed off
    And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
    They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
    We got something to put you back into your truck quick
    Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
    Ain't no nigga badder, point 357 put that ass on the mat
    Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
    You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
    My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
    Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
    I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
    That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
    What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
    And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
    East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
    Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
    You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
    If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
    I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
    We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
    (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
    If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
    And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
    I get plots on the riot riot bang
    That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
    Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
    You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
    Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.

    Come on, come on, don't be shy
    Let's get high

    We got that herb

    If you want some, want some
    We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
    Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
    But lately gotta roll with my gun
    'Cause the haters they hate me
    Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
    And quit playa hatin'
    That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
    Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
    And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
    So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
    Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
    Blowin' up your face with your pistols
    And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
    Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
    Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
    All up in that body, got him, got him
    We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
    I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine

    Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
    And make it look to floss
    Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    For the police on the corner, creepin' up
    Here come them soldiers pullin' up
    Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
    Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
    Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
    You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
    Ready when I'm ready to do it you
    It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
    It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
    And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
    That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
    I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
    And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
    You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
    I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
    And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
    I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
    And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
    I still ball, and I know when ya roll
    I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
    We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
    My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
    Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
    You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

  67. Ellen Willis

    2019!! Bone will never get old!!

  68. Chelsciely Carey

    👀💓💖💘

  69. J San

    I was born in 89 and I have 2 older brother and 1 older cousin that were in their mid to late teens when Bone was bumpin hard in the 90s. I remember being 5yrs old trying to hang around them, instantly liking that weird hard to understand rap they'd listen to. As I got older I fell in love with Bone. And still to this day I bump nothing but Bone Thugs n Harmony.
    Representing since 94'.

  70. Qyn Boswell

    Bizzy as always murdered his shit

  71. Gmoney Statuz

    Bone bone bone bone...thugest ruggest bone... ayeee...thats the way u get um mane get um mane...

  72. Veg4Ev

    BTH: The Greatest Rap/Hip-Hop Artists of all time with special Thanx 2 the Musicians who made their music GREAT

  73. DBOY74GD BOS

    9-21-19...STILL A CLASSIC...B.O.S...

  74. MuzikDoc FlowMasterzENT.

    september 2019..js

  75. Yasmin Roberts

    Just the way bizzy starts his verse is enough fuh me

  76. T Man

    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
    Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
    When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
    And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
    And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
    Now, that you know like that
    These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
    In fact, I'm at the track in the back
    With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
    Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
    Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
    So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
    We straight, get high, so high,
    That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like
    Parlay, parlay
    Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
    But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
    Point .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
    These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
    Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
    You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
    Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
    Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
    Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
    Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
    Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
    They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
    Niggas they get it then pissed off
    And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
    They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
    We got something to put you back into your truck quick
    Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
    Ain't no nigga badder, point 357 put that ass on the mat
    Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
    You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
    My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
    Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
    I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
    That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
    What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
    And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
    East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
    Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
    You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
    If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
    I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
    We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
    (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
    If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
    And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
    I get plots on the riot riot bang
    That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
    Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more
    You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
    Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
    Come on, come on, don't be shy
    Let's get high
    We got that herb
    If you want some, want some
    We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
    Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
    But lately gotta roll with my gun
    'Cause the haters they hate me
    Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
    And quit playa hatin'
    That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
    Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
    And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
    So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
    Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
    Blowin' up your face with your pistols
    And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
    Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
    Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
    All up in that body, got him, got him
    We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
    I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine
    Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
    And make it look to floss
    Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
    For the police on the corner, creepin' up
    Here come them soldiers pullin' up
    Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
    Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
    Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
    You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
    Ready when I'm ready to do it you
    It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
    It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
    And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
    That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
    I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
    And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
    You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
    I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
    And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
    I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
    And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
    I still ball, and I know when ya roll
    I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
    We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
    My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
    Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
    You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
    Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
    You know we know, you don't wanna roll
    'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

  77. Anthony 707

    🔥🔥🔥🔥MY SHIT🔥🔥🔥🔥

  78. Jon Samuels

    Bizzy is RIDICULOUS!!!!!!

  79. Terence Kelley

    Best rap group of all time. Big up to Bone

  80. Noeum Din

    Their style sound so good in my ears

  81. Xhanti Jacobsx

    Bizzy's flow is flawless

  82. Boston Lay

    Lyrics...?

  83. Terencio Eagle

    I always wanna to listen to bone ready to study and break down the lyrics but end just enjoying the song n forgetting life

  84. John Cabrera Jr.

    I’m 14 and a lot of people think I listen to today’s music, but I don’t. I want to thank my real dad for introducing me to 80’s and 90’s music RIP My pops 1983-2017

  85. Stebbie J

    They killed this

  86. Lesa Sireech

    🚗🚗🚗🔫🔫🔫☠☠☠⚰⚰🤬🤬🤬👊👊👊👊💥💥💥🔫🔫🔫☠☠☠⚰⚰⚰⚰

  87. Frank Evans

    They the greatest

  88. Marcos Avila

    FUCK MIGOS

  89. Sincere_420

    They dropped this diss track before Migos was even born! :D

  90. judah dennis

    Bizzy verse is the hardest one.. Idk what he said but its so poetic with the beat.. Bone thugs N Harmony

  91. Kucci Smith

    2019..... 🔥🔥🔥🔥WTF. Y'all. At. Bone💯

  92. Juan Lopez

    Bone made me look at my ghetto life like lullaby ... fo life 2019

  93. Bipolar Spock

    This song going out to the homie pat the locust hunter

  94. Fo Fo

    Still blasting in 2019 💯🤘 who here with meeee 😈

  95. justdancing

    Whenever you think I'm quiet Bang!

  96. 3rooklyn

    I bought a whole soundtrack off my boy for this song and Bring The Pain by Method Man! It was called Great White Hype I think.

  97. justin perry

    My fav song to listen to after serving the public all day ;)

  98. Carlos M.

    Aw man.... Do I miss these guys

  99. dre dre

    This sounds like an r&b song about shooting people