East 1999 lyrics

Artist  : Bone Thugs N Harmony 
Song : East 1999
 


Layzie:
East Nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas .
. .
Think about back in the days when the year
was eighty-nine. Little nigga on the grind, gotta
get mine, doin' my crime with (two
in here),
steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the
Clair, Nine-nine. Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift
with Will, Lil Will,
Big Wally, and Wish Bone.
Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas
so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack right, take
much
love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. It's
an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang,
gotta make a grand at
least daily, man. Them
Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the
Heartbeat of niggas from the Land, fool, and the
old
school. Just serve out your sentence and
be cool. Fuckin' with trues, Rest In Peace, lil'
nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love.
Smokin'
on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug callin' all my
niggas when it's time to nut 'em. In the nine
nine, niggas gonna drop to
the #1 with the
gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a
nigga come from, slangin' them
dum-dums.

Krayzie:
Niggas it's goin'
down, up in the C-Town, get 'em up with the thugs
[thugs], and that nigga with the bud [bud]. Get
the fifth of
Rose, but the liquor store
closed, and I'm all out the forty. Blaze up,
nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up.
Nigga, don't
stiff on the reefer. Bone runnin'
up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro,
and this shit is creeper. Peep the street,
bust
again on Double Glock-glock with a me
rocks. Cops sweatin' me by. Copper better drop
when the gunshot pop blood,
dumpin' the body,
and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble
knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split
up, and swerve,
Krayzie take caution. Take all
my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll
to the curb. Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in
the
Land. My niggas, it's Krayzie. We slang
and we buck and we bang on the Glock, and my
nigga, that's daily. Who the nigga
with the
twelve gauge? [Pump.] Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face,
so ya better pray. Eternally thugsta. East
Nineteen
Ninety-nine, we roll for the
devil.

Bizzy:
Gotta give P's to them
SCTs and (I roll thick), thug on the Glock. Pump,
blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta
dash
away from them cops. Got Lil' Mo! Hart
steadily flippin' off Rose. Rippin' up flesh with
six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I
pump
slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters.
Fuck them po-po. Bloody they bodies they burn,
burn. And I guess that
hood'll never learn.
Gotta dip (both in ones and) sherm. When I 'm on
a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin'
out with
me. Roll up the window, me wind blow,
fuck with my indo (and that in a me). Even though
the barrels of me twelve gauge are
empty, me
scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no
fuckin' with the family. Now feel a nigga,
understand me. Much
love, much (buck) for them
St. Clair thugs. East Ninety-nine is where you
find us, slangin' me muthafuckin'
drugs.

Flesh:
Done, done, leavin' the
niggas stunned, cockin' pop with a me gun. The
lead'll be letting they head off, and I gots to
have (?).
Leavin' 'em hung, breakin' fakin'
your studio-gangsta bitch, trick. Niggas that get
picked. I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in
the
midst of the darkness. Consider me
heartless. Oh, yes, Flesh, me runnin' a ho check.
Better check your Rolex, your time now
for
givin' up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E. We're
scandalous nigga that dwell, hail off on the far
side, and bail, leavin' the
trail of the
bloody victims. The fifth dog maulin' 'em all,
and never them catch me slippin'. And sippin' a
fifth of the wine, and
niggas be dyin', and
steadily trippin'. We flippin' the scripts on
over, see the Bone'll be never saw, but niggas
told ya, triggers
showed ya. East nine-nine,
five soldiers.

Wish:
Murder one,
redrum, try to run and get away, but it's just to
late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck,
buck, better
guard that fuckin' face. Dumpin'
them slugs on ya, fool. Rollin' with me trues,
drinkin' brews. Don't start no shit. We
come
equipped, so niggas, stay cool.
One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to
heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and hell
is
where you'll be dwellin'. Pop in them
clips, and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' ya
fall to the pave with me nine-milli
pumpin'.
Puttin' them bodies all off in them
graves.

Cleveland is the city where we
come from, so run, run, run.
East
[ninety-nine] Nineteen Ninety, -ninety-nine,
-nine, -nine, -nine.