I'm gonna let you know that you hoes got game, right Ain't no reason for these games these hoes play It ain't no reason, this ain't the season
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gonna let you know that you hoes got game, right [Chorus] Ain't no reason for these games these hoes play It ain't no reason, this ain't the season
-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em 'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin good But I don't
you cautious when you approach us? Is you scared of the fact we soldiers? Mo Thug Records fin to take shit over. Under my halo, pray more, say Mo Thug
can count on me 'Cause I got Mo thugs Bone thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us Follow me down these
don't remember Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember Oh, Lord, take, take me home 'cause I don't remember Take, take me home 'cause I don't remember
Open and close just like a case Place to place ya feeling, ya safe HB all up in my face And it just ain't safe, it just ain't safe safe I'm knowing they
drink Here nigga, here some Hennessey Man, them niggas can't be dying Bone Thugs Negro Don't know where you are? It can't be over It ain't over with
My father went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three They had caught him (Jail ain't shit!) For manslaughter and murder in the first degree I haven't
up in the hustle Sometimes I sit and I wonder If a nigga pull my number If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam' In this world where nobody don't give a damn
Isn't Over Until the Flesh has crept and taked No time to hesitate, anticipation Much to be done And it don't matter where ya come Really don't matter
be Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin' And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back Don't stop, but the double glock they don't look
army's on way Ahh, you'll never grow Ahh, you'll never grow (Bizzy) Where your friends ain't your friends And your foes ain't your foes Where
Take it all, you need me) YB gang, that's the new thang Brand new chain is straight from Hussein Mo shoes, mo cars (Take it all, you need me) Mo clothes, mo
you taken Sayin' you ain't impressed, with the money I'm makin' Guess it's true what they tellin' me Fresh out of jail, life's Hell for a black, celebrity So that's the reason
Platoon, high on them shrooms but this ain't no food fight Witch I could fly on a broom stick to my rude type My crew don't be 'bout no excuses, gesundheit
-Ro, take nuts So don't come around now bitch When you showed everybody, all kinds of love And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care How we thug
