No Shorts, No Losses

Bizzy Wish

Bone come break 'em down! Takin' no shorts no losses man! *4

Layzie

I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb. Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigg* got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us before. We're druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! Peep this cut, make a nigg* wanna do some dirt. Puttin' in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts. Puttin' it down. Bone first. And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you wantin' to test Bone. The conse-sequences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: Ruthless. And I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. For the love of the Wasteland Clair. For the love that brought me here. Droppin' P's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop your pistol now. If a nigg* wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug s**t. Mo Murda to the fools
that clone. Five loc'd out with the roughness. And it's war tryin' to craft these Bones. Bring on your stretchers, you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to cross this. Come and get that as* tossed by the boss, b*tch! Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses.

Bizzy Wish

Bone come break 'em down! Takin' no shorts no losses man! *4

Krayzie

come fk with me now! Krayzie that nigg* that pump, pump! nigg* that's my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang, swngin' them thangs, it really dont matter man. Insane to the brain, my nigg*, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. b*tch if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigg* we're comin' to cut 'cha. Everyday be the same old: St. Clair to flip on the same ho- that be tryin' to study the thugs. But nigg* back up it's a bone thing, what? Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me clique see. Mo Murda! Mo Murda! And Ouija will be with me. Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember me no surrender. Kill 'em me dig real deep in a coffin. Me no pretender. Leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses.

Bizzy Wish

Bone come break 'em down! Takin' no shorts no losses man! *3

Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. Takin' no shorts no losses man!

Wish

Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' all up in them coffins. Let 'em know when run up, I gun 'em. Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let 'em drop, Mo Thug! Them is nothing but killas. We creepin', we needin' more money. We seen and we caught and hung him, uh! I'm lovin' my thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. The nigg* you know that I heard you serve and murder all bustas now. Hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. And a nigg* gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. c*ckin' my pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what? Shoot a b*tch just like a nigg*, ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall. It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. Me and my thugs, smokin', chokin', let a nigg* P.O.D. off that wine.

Bizzy Wish

Bone come break 'em down! Takin' no shorts no losses man! *3

Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. Takin' no shorts no losses man!

Flesh

Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. Come creep in a barrel, b*tch, if you test my hood. It'll be your loss. Even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good. Can't fk with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out. Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em and beat they brains out. I gotta give P's to all of my trues steadily payin' them dues. We with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brew and actin' a fool. Mo Thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud, fiend for the green leaves. nigg*, quick pull out them trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what me need. Remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigg*, and in on to dig ya, so b*tch if you run up, I'm bound to rip ya. Me puttin' in work, pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it. Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squ*rt blood, see the Bone'll take no shorts or losses.

Bizzy Wish

Bone come break 'em down! Takin' no shorts no losses man! *3

Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. Takin' no shorts no losses man!

Bizzy
Boneyard! Pump nigg* that's startin' some s**t up, what? Little Ripsta, get 'cha. Cleveland thugs, all of my muth*fkas show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. Ready to fk you up. Must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas. When a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. Now they be gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back door. Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigg*, comin' up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire fence. Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'. Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up upon me. Turn around and faced 'em. Pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).