Bnk lyrics

Artist  : Bone thugs n harmony 
Song : Bnk
 
Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa 

Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa.  Hate brought death around the
block as a hollow point bust through the punk's
back.  Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate.  Nigga five deep as I strike
at a quick pace.  I got the evil of my dead nigga
trapped in my mind so my soul
is a threat to all mankind.  Born to kill, I'm
wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my
neighborhood breed young hellraisers.  A
30.06 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust
all across the West Coast.  Muthafuckas catchin'
heat as I bring anger, and
release more danger from my chamber.  The evil in
my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the
back slow and push lead
through that nigga's flesh.  Ain't no hope when
every nigga wants to be the nine-milla, on the
trigger, the black nigga killa. 

Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior.  Black nigga killa,
what's up?  You ready to die?  You think you can
fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga.  Look in my
eyes.  Bitch, we get live.  Bone thugs-n-harmony,
nigga--Cleveland's thuggish
ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit. 
Buck, buck, bust.  Let 'em know we still run this
bitch just like an assassin.  Say,
nigga, we nice but can get nasty.  Get into war,
what else can it be?  Nigga, you know what we
came here for.  You know,
when we shot through the door, my niggas was
serious, playin no jokes.  Just 'cause I'm a
rapper, you thought it's for show?
Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'.  You
thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us
in person so here we go [here
we go]. What is your problem?  Here come the
bullets, better dodge 'em.  I sneaks up behind,
so I'm fuckin' with killas.
Nigga, don't make me kill ya.  Got a bodybag for
any you bitches thinkin' you realer. 

Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em
up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll.  Niggas
out tryin' to fuck with us, but I'm
givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no.  'Cause I
got what you need if you are ready to die, to
die, to die.  Nigga, bye bye.
Shots might be fired.  Yep.  Everybody gon' run? 
Naw.  Shootin' at me?  Better hit me or one day .
 Fire!  Here I come,
come.  And you don't wanna see.  We like that
[that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go
pap pap.  Really just out for
the money, ya'll.  Really won't hurt none of
y'all, but playas went too far so I say, 'Fuck
y'all.  Fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters.  All,
 
y'all, y'all, y'all haters.' 

Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa. 

Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these bitches daily.  I'm a black
nigga killa--that's what you can label me. 
Unfadable, see?  You don't really wanna
fuck with us.  You can't touch us.  You ain't
able.  Rest in peace.  Flesh creep and sneak with
a streetsweeper.  Niggas don't
ever know what hit 'em.  I split 'em and snatch
they soul like the Reaper.  Have you ever seen a
killer, dressed in a trench coat,
sold over a hundred pounds?  Rollin', downin' a
fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna fuck
with me now? Lay 'em all
down when I creep through your town and clown.  I
bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger,
clack back. Stack, that black
nigga killa. 

Layzie:
['Cause dyin' be easy.]  Nigga, you know what
Bone be sayin'.  Rollin' with big guns, ain't no
playin', stayin' down for the
murda mo', slayin'.  Aw, shit.  Just to let you
know, man, that 187 for realer.  We black nigga
killas and down to ride for E [E].
He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon'
be: N.W.A, nigga B-O-N-E.  All around the world,
most dangerous groups,
marchin' like troops.  Lace your boots, be ready
to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet might
hit you.  Picture yourself in a
coffin--so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. 
Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in
your ass, simply for the cash.
Been around the world, seen so many faces and so
many places.  Aced this game, while they try to
erase this daily basis.
Gimme my space, shit, show me some love, though. 
Just pump your fist in the air and holler, 'Mo!' 
Could you do me that?
And I'll hit you back.  Little nigga just wanna
know where my thugs at.  Some at the track on the
back.  Oh, yes, some niggas
on corner 'round sellin that crack.  Some of my
thugs grave long gone, lot of my niggas' at home
playin' Bone.  Could they rest
in peace?  My niggas sleep.  Makaveli, Biggie
Smalls, and Eazy-E.  T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got
shot].  Lord bless his city
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot
'em up.  Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up.  Shoot,
shoot 'em up.  Shoot 'em up,
always [nigga], always.  That's why I shoot 'em
up. 

Eazy-E:
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa.