Clog Up Yo Mind

* for an explanation read http://www.OHHLA.com/message2.html<br><br>(Chorus) Sit back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo` Mind (x3) <br><br>[Krayzie] <br><br>Now, I`m ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don`t fuck wit` nobody<br>I`m quiet, I`m thuggin`. Why are y`all so fast?<br>Ain`t time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs<br>Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes<br>as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey<br>especially foe tha police, man. I`m ah nigga wit` thugshit<br>cause I`m runnin` wit` tha niggaz in tha hood and that`s how we play<br>Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo` chest, and finally realize<br>who you`re fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland<br>ya do whateva like he say<br>Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand<br>cause I got tha gripping good delay<br>If you niggaz can dash, wit` tha lethal mass<br>and then pass wit` tha very blast<br>It ain`t innocent, you should never been there<br>in tha first place, fall, you got yo` curse today, hah<br>Willin` die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin<br>nut devotion just do what you want<br>So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose?<br>You`ll feel the vibe, nigga<br>Killin cause I`m Krayzie, nigga, cause I got to get the money<br>get the platinum fund to pay<br>But I`m ah be ah thinkin bout my niggaz<br>when I got ta do sum flippin`, if ah nigga ain`t got my back<br><br>(Chorus) <br><br>[Layzie]<br><br>Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin` yo<br>Just sum pap low shit, gotta let `em hang low<br>Swangin` lead from my 44 magnum though<br>Wit` ah nuttin` indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure<br>Hope ya know, I rip heartz, it`s on, jackin` move<br>then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin<br>Takin` over this everyday, stoppin` to tha tough<br>Double Glock and it`s not forgotten<br>Bitchez drop in Tha Clair<br>It`s tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit` Eazy E and we made it<br>and ah nigga wanna hate me `cause I`m famous<br>I`d still leave `em in tha streetz, you can`t blame us (lady luv)<br>cause when they catch me without my heat, and I`m thuggin<br>in tha streetz and I`m rollin<br>Thuggin by the deadliest G`s, you can`t fuck wit us<br>to the pressure out of pressure, I`m loadin, blow you up<br>Y`all know we don`t worship sin, it`s tha heartz of men<br>and we`d tested stress, wanna be blessed consists of tha sin<br>in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. (Chorus) <br><br>[Bizzy]<br><br>And I promised, that all tha soulz would last<br>til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow<br>and if you`d follow, tha end of the world<br>should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know<br>I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang<br>enemiez fold ya, lettin` me soulz, gonna catch ya<br>flossin` all tha way<br>Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold<br>it goez, around up in slow-mo<br>Been tickin`, and I land down to Newport<br>I`m alone, yes, but I may not rest<br>Police will see me silenced stressin<br>Nigga was steppin` up in ah, when I catched them thievin<br>and I got `em and there, gotta learn their lesson<br>Blastin`, no more, no I`m not havin` it<br>Breakin` apart foe neva my daddy<br>Lil` Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy<br>and I face now`s nasty blastin<br>For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit `em up, and lesson up tha violence<br>Screamin` on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let`s begin<br>ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave<br>Cause I`m in tha new sense of me grave<br>Couldn`t you hataz, wouldn`t be saved, hate `em<br>Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem<br>Foe tha love of money makin` go crazy<br>and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me<br>Hit tha weed, and y`all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya<br>Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin<br>foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit` tha clich<br>an unpropable way of ah trial `cause it`s tha funk, sing<br><br>(Chorus) <br><br>[Wish] <br><br>(Now give it to `em)<br>Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state<br>wit` tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin` you what<br>you need man, clone Bone, shock `em, drop `em, pop `em<br>let `em know Bone in tha fukkin` war (no, no)<br>you hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44<br>But I gotta stay clean, it`s cool, then unless he freein<br>I`m mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo` Thug, Mo` Thug<br>cavalry, on tha streetz<br>Ready ta ride, when it`s time ta ride, ready ta kill<br>when it`s time ta kill, you gon` die, you` gon` die<br>I`ve been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit` Bone<br>then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down<br>but get stuff, but ya come on, come on<br><br>(Chorus)