(feat. Afta Maff)
Hey, let me hear that first
Nineteen-ninety Afta
Cleveland up in this mutha*******a
Afta Maff up in this mutha*******a, *******
Flesh-N-Bone
Son of a *******, you'll be runnin' up all the time
Tryin' to test my hood
I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good
Punk *******, I wish you would, and flippin' the script
And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes
And now that ass is a ******' goner
You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will
I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors
So *******, you be guardin' your grill for real
My *******s got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-******* off
You ******' around with the big boss
And I always got my Nina Ross
Ain't catchin' a ******* slippin' up at the lights
So don't trip, and takin' a hit of the sticky-sticky
As I unload my clip, and thuggin' up in the Land
And ya know we straight hustlas, and
Never to be no bustas, and (?) say ******* ya
(Gunfire)
Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come down
*******s better not slippin', come again
? *******s better not slip when I'm up to no good
Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come
Afta Maff's comin' down your ass
Gettin' away is slight
And I ask myself what's the reason for
That treason that you committed
Somebody should have told them ******'
With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends
Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic
Thought through my brain waves
Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome
Flashbacks of me diggin' graves
Torturin' slaves in the days
Losin' my grip on reality, paranormal combat
Hollow points always givin' me a flawless fatality
Lettin'******** and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin' you *******'
Dome with the chrome and infrared scan
To stick clear is a safety tip
From the docks to the Clair
Me and my and *******s is emptyin' clips
(clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)
(Inserting of clips, *******ing of gun, gunshots)
Make 'em shut up they lip
When we empty the clip on the Double Glock
Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff
Time to get it, hit it, grindin' on the double nine
Find plenty ways to get the money, me money
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-mutha******' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that chrome
Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground
Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound
But they're stickin' their guns to me
Thought that they got me, but I'm not, see
Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for
Put 'em in a grave
Away they stay shot the ******* up
Should he pray to be saved?
Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue
Mo Thug be the *******s who test you, put you to rest
From makin' this call up to my dogs
Racin' over with the heat and makin'
Sure that you takin' a fall
All y'all want ******* with Flesh and the Afta Maff
Then well, learnin' my lesson with this Wesson
I'm a empty the clip on my weapon
If a playa hater want to keep on stressin'
Murder mo, murder mo...
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again
Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff
'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds
While your soul slowly gets reincarnated
But it's evident you heard the possibilities
But you was over-estimated
And you expected me to look deep in your eyes
And bow down to scandalous way
But see survival be one of the reasons thugs
Be packin' their *******t for protection
When situations are life and death
A real true gon' result to eli****tion
For instance, I'm on the block
Servin' stones to **** fiends
Wannabe thug tried to test my **** for the showdown
So I grabbed my security blanket, *******
My man, let's deal now with the pearl handles
'Cause they're still rollin' for me
And now they aimin' for me
But my *******, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin'
See, *******s be thinkin' they got the game -
All sewed up and ready maintain
I'm pullin' the trigger to blow out your brain
Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane
Soldiers ride against the terror
(*******ing of gun, emptying of clip)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:02.88](feat. Afta Maff)
[00:03.18][Afta Maff]
[00:10.65]Hey, let me hear that first
[00:13.41]Nineteen-ninety Afta
[00:13.89]Cleveland up in this mutha*******a
[00:14.55]Afta Maff up in this mutha*******a, *******
[00:15.15]Flesh-N-Bone
[00:17.19]Son of a *******, you'll be runnin' up all the time
[00:18.87]Tryin' to test my hood
[00:20.10]I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good
[00:22.56]Punk *******, I wish you would, and flippin' the script
[00:27.54]And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes
[00:29.85]And now that ass is a ******' goner
[00:31.83]You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will
[00:35.04]I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors
[00:37.53]So *******, you be guardin' your grill for real
[00:39.39]My *******s got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-******* off
[00:43.02]You ******' around with the big boss
[00:44.28]And I always got my Nina Ross
[00:46.83]Ain't catchin' a ******* slippin' up at the lights
[00:48.30]So don't trip, and takin' a hit of the sticky-sticky
[00:51.12]As I unload my clip, and thuggin' up in the Land
[00:54.66]And ya know we straight hustlas, and
[00:56.88]Never to be no bustas, and (?) say ******* ya
[00:59.19](Gunfire)
[01:06.15]Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come down
[01:07.32]*******s better not slippin', come again
[01:11.55]? *******s better not slip when I'm up to no good
[01:13.11]Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come
[01:14.07][Afta Maff]
[01:14.52]Afta Maff's comin' down your ass
[01:19.59]Gettin' away is slight
[01:20.88]And I ask myself what's the reason for
[01:22.62]That treason that you committed
[01:31.41]Somebody should have told them ******'
[01:32.58]With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends
[01:34.92]Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic
[01:36.96]Thought through my brain waves
[01:38.40]Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome
[01:40.29]Flashbacks of me diggin' graves
[01:42.00]Torturin' slaves in the days
[01:43.86]Losin' my grip on reality, paranormal combat
[01:46.68]Hollow points always givin' me a flawless fatality
[01:51.63]Lettin'******** and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin' you *******'
[01:55.53]Dome with the chrome and infrared scan
[01:58.32]To stick clear is a safety tip
[02:00.18]From the docks to the Clair
[02:01.08]Me and my and *******s is emptyin' clips
[02:03.00](clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)
[02:22.02](Inserting of clips, *******ing of gun, gunshots)
[02:23.70][Flesh]
[02:27.90]Make 'em shut up they lip
[02:28.80]When we empty the clip on the Double Glock
[02:30.39]Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff
[02:40.20]Time to get it, hit it, grindin' on the double nine
[02:42.45]Find plenty ways to get the money, me money
[02:45.75]Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
[02:47.22]Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-mutha******' Bone
[02:50.25]Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that chrome
[02:54.54]Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground
[02:57.18]Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound
[03:02.37]But they're stickin' their guns to me
[03:03.48]Thought that they got me, but I'm not, see
[03:07.83]Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for
[03:11.31]Put 'em in a grave
[03:12.18]Away they stay shot the ******* up
[03:14.73]Should he pray to be saved?
[03:15.78]Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue
[03:19.68]Mo Thug be the *******s who test you, put you to rest
[03:23.61]From makin' this call up to my dogs
[03:25.44]Racin' over with the heat and makin'
[03:26.85]Sure that you takin' a fall
[03:28.92]All y'all want ******* with Flesh and the Afta Maff
[03:30.57]Then well, learnin' my lesson with this Wesson
[03:32.88]I'm a empty the clip on my weapon
[03:34.29]If a playa hater want to keep on stressin'
[03:36.54]Murder mo, murder mo...
[03:37.50]Mo murda, mo murda, come come again
[03:42.06]Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff
[03:43.77]'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds
[03:47.52]While your soul slowly gets reincarnated
[03:49.53]But it's evident you heard the possibilities
[03:51.15]But you was over-estimated
[03:52.98]And you expected me to look deep in your eyes
[03:54.81]And bow down to scandalous way
[03:56.28]But see survival be one of the reasons thugs
[03:58.44]Be packin' their *******t for protection
[03:59.73]When situations are life and death
[04:01.44]A real true gon' result to eli****tion
[04:03.18]For instance, I'm on the block
[04:04.59]Servin' stones to **** fiends
[04:07.92]Wannabe thug tried to test my **** for the showdown
[04:10.50]So I grabbed my security blanket, *******
[04:12.90]My man, let's deal now with the pearl handles
[04:17.37]'Cause they're still rollin' for me
[04:19.26]And now they aimin' for me
[04:20.94]But my *******, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin'
[04:24.63]See, *******s be thinkin' they got the game -
[04:26.76]All sewed up and ready maintain
[04:28.17]I'm pullin' the trigger to blow out your brain
[04:29.73]Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane
[04:31.59]Soldiers ride against the terror
[04:33.39](*******ing of gun, emptying of clip)
📝 纯歌词版本
(feat. Afta Maff)
Hey, let me hear that first
Nineteen-ninety Afta
Cleveland up in this mutha*******a
Afta Maff up in this mutha*******a, *******
Flesh-N-Bone
Son of a *******, you'll be runnin' up all the time
Tryin' to test my hood
I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good
Punk *******, I wish you would, and flippin' the script
And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes
And now that ass is a ******' goner
You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will
I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors
So *******, you be guardin' your grill for real
My *******s got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-******* off
You ******' around with the big boss
And I always got my Nina Ross
Ain't catchin' a ******* slippin' up at the lights
So don't trip, and takin' a hit of the sticky-sticky
As I unload my clip, and thuggin' up in the Land
And ya know we straight hustlas, and
Never to be no bustas, and (?) say ******* ya
(Gunfire)
Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come down
*******s better not slippin', come again
? *******s better not slip when I'm up to no good
Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come
Afta Maff's comin' down your ass
Gettin' away is slight
And I ask myself what's the reason for
That treason that you committed
Somebody should have told them ******'
With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends
Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic
Thought through my brain waves
Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome
Flashbacks of me diggin' graves
Torturin' slaves in the days
Losin' my grip on reality, paranormal combat
Hollow points always givin' me a flawless fatality
Lettin'******** and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin' you *******'
Dome with the chrome and infrared scan
To stick clear is a safety tip
From the docks to the Clair
Me and my and *******s is emptyin' clips
(clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)
(Inserting of clips, *******ing of gun, gunshots)
Make 'em shut up they lip
When we empty the clip on the Double Glock
Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff
Time to get it, hit it, grindin' on the double nine
Find plenty ways to get the money, me money
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-mutha******' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that chrome
Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground
Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound
But they're stickin' their guns to me
Thought that they got me, but I'm not, see
Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for
Put 'em in a grave
Away they stay shot the ******* up
Should he pray to be saved?
Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue
Mo Thug be the *******s who test you, put you to rest
From makin' this call up to my dogs
Racin' over with the heat and makin'
Sure that you takin' a fall
All y'all want ******* with Flesh and the Afta Maff
Then well, learnin' my lesson with this Wesson
I'm a empty the clip on my weapon
If a playa hater want to keep on stressin'
Murder mo, murder mo...
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again
Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff
'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds
While your soul slowly gets reincarnated
But it's evident you heard the possibilities
But you was over-estimated
And you expected me to look deep in your eyes
And bow down to scandalous way
But see survival be one of the reasons thugs
Be packin' their *******t for protection
When situations are life and death
A real true gon' result to eli****tion
For instance, I'm on the block
Servin' stones to **** fiends
Wannabe thug tried to test my **** for the showdown
So I grabbed my security blanket, *******
My man, let's deal now with the pearl handles
'Cause they're still rollin' for me
And now they aimin' for me
But my *******, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin'
See, *******s be thinkin' they got the game -
All sewed up and ready maintain
I'm pullin' the trigger to blow out your brain
Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane
Soldiers ride against the terror
(*******ing of gun, emptying of clip)
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:02.88](feat. Afta Maff)
[00:03.18][Afta Maff]
[00:10.65]Hey, let me hear that first
[00:13.41]Nineteen-ninety Afta
[00:13.89]Cleveland up in this mutha*******a
[00:14.55]Afta Maff up in this mutha*******a, *******
[00:15.15]Flesh-N-Bone
[00:17.19]Son of a *******, you'll be runnin' up all the time
[00:18.87]Tryin' to test my hood
[00:20.10]I'm chillin' up in my hood up to no good
[00:22.56]Punk *******, I wish you would, and flippin' the script
[00:27.54]And lettin' you see the fire in my eyes
[00:29.85]And now that ass is a ******' goner
[00:31.83]You can run up, gun up, and try to test me at will
[00:35.04]I'm fillin' you playa haters with nothin' but favors
[00:37.53]So *******, you be guardin' your grill for real
[00:39.39]My *******s got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-******* off
[00:43.02]You ******' around with the big boss
[00:44.28]And I always got my Nina Ross
[00:46.83]Ain't catchin' a ******* slippin' up at the lights
[00:48.30]So don't trip, and takin' a hit of the sticky-sticky
[00:51.12]As I unload my clip, and thuggin' up in the Land
[00:54.66]And ya know we straight hustlas, and
[00:56.88]Never to be no bustas, and (?) say ******* ya
[00:59.19](Gunfire)
[01:06.15]Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come down
[01:07.32]*******s better not slippin', come again
[01:11.55]? *******s better not slip when I'm up to no good
[01:13.11]Kam-, Kam-, ********, come, come, come, come
[01:14.07][Afta Maff]
[01:14.52]Afta Maff's comin' down your ass
[01:19.59]Gettin' away is slight
[01:20.88]And I ask myself what's the reason for
[01:22.62]That treason that you committed
[01:31.41]Somebody should have told them ******'
[01:32.58]With the Mo Thug your life expectancy ends
[01:34.92]Murder, like adrenaline, puts a physcotic
[01:36.96]Thought through my brain waves
[01:38.40]Muder mo, welcome to the terror-dome
[01:40.29]Flashbacks of me diggin' graves
[01:42.00]Torturin' slaves in the days
[01:43.86]Losin' my grip on reality, paranormal combat
[01:46.68]Hollow points always givin' me a flawless fatality
[01:51.63]Lettin'******** and Flesh-N-Bone decapitatin' you *******'
[01:55.53]Dome with the chrome and infrared scan
[01:58.32]To stick clear is a safety tip
[02:00.18]From the docks to the Clair
[02:01.08]Me and my and *******s is emptyin' clips
[02:03.00](clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips, clips)
[02:22.02](Inserting of clips, *******ing of gun, gunshots)
[02:23.70][Flesh]
[02:27.90]Make 'em shut up they lip
[02:28.80]When we empty the clip on the Double Glock
[02:30.39]Trouble, now: Flesh and the Afta Maff
[02:40.20]Time to get it, hit it, grindin' on the double nine
[02:42.45]Find plenty ways to get the money, me money
[02:45.75]Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
[02:47.22]Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-mutha******' Bone
[02:50.25]Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that chrome
[02:54.54]Swerve, thug stroll, seventeenth up and against the ground
[02:57.18]Repeated the MAC-11, let a sound
[03:02.37]But they're stickin' their guns to me
[03:03.48]Thought that they got me, but I'm not, see
[03:07.83]Empty out the clips, feel no sympathy for
[03:11.31]Put 'em in a grave
[03:12.18]Away they stay shot the ******* up
[03:14.73]Should he pray to be saved?
[03:15.78]Hell yeah, but still no one came to your rescue
[03:19.68]Mo Thug be the *******s who test you, put you to rest
[03:23.61]From makin' this call up to my dogs
[03:25.44]Racin' over with the heat and makin'
[03:26.85]Sure that you takin' a fall
[03:28.92]All y'all want ******* with Flesh and the Afta Maff
[03:30.57]Then well, learnin' my lesson with this Wesson
[03:32.88]I'm a empty the clip on my weapon
[03:34.29]If a playa hater want to keep on stressin'
[03:36.54]Murder mo, murder mo...
[03:37.50]Mo murda, mo murda, come come again
[03:42.06]Come on, tell ya can't feel the Afta Maff
[03:43.77]'Cause your lies gettin' larger by the seconds
[03:47.52]While your soul slowly gets reincarnated
[03:49.53]But it's evident you heard the possibilities
[03:51.15]But you was over-estimated
[03:52.98]And you expected me to look deep in your eyes
[03:54.81]And bow down to scandalous way
[03:56.28]But see survival be one of the reasons thugs
[03:58.44]Be packin' their *******t for protection
[03:59.73]When situations are life and death
[04:01.44]A real true gon' result to eli****tion
[04:03.18]For instance, I'm on the block
[04:04.59]Servin' stones to **** fiends
[04:07.92]Wannabe thug tried to test my **** for the showdown
[04:10.50]So I grabbed my security blanket, *******
[04:12.90]My man, let's deal now with the pearl handles
[04:17.37]'Cause they're still rollin' for me
[04:19.26]And now they aimin' for me
[04:20.94]But my *******, Nina Ross, is so freaky she started penetratin'
[04:24.63]See, *******s be thinkin' they got the game -
[04:26.76]All sewed up and ready maintain
[04:28.17]I'm pullin' the trigger to blow out your brain
[04:29.73]Now, I told ya, Mo Thug was insane
[04:31.59]Soldiers ride against the terror
[04:33.39](*******ing of gun, emptying of clip)
Betrayed by my soul
The blame placed on my shoulders
Weight, I will carry all the way to my grave
I cannot be saved abandoned is my faith
Awaken, now ...
Here I come rollin off with
Mo Thugs Trues humbly united gathering souls and bail
Live life daily, all tha way
But I don't wanna go to hell
Vix'n tha ...
One family, true family.
From Flesh-n-
Bone Thug humbly teachin' 'em what to be:
A thugsta just like me...
Come follow me, journey off in my world, a...
Now i said, now here this
Thus sayesth the lord god
And i believe, a lot of us
Shouldn't even condemn these rappers
Because if nobody would ah told me...
You don't wanna see my
Flesh (Flesh, Flesh...)
Chorus: It's nothin' but the
Bone in me
You don't wanna see my
Flesh Bone
It's nothin' but the
Bone in ...
Chorus：
(the flesh, the flesh)
Deep in your mental, flesh'll get you mesmerized
Must i force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the flesh
And it be t...