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    East 1999, my niggas

    Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '89
    Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doing my crime
    With Toot and Hen, steady stacking my ends
    Putting my serve down on the Clair 9-9
    Hitting up the Graveyard Shift with Ren
    Little Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone
    Little Wally High Rollerz and they wonder why niggas so strong
    Krayzie Bone, Stack, Rod Jay, much love
    Kept a nigga on his toes in the game
    It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang
    Gotta make a grand at least daily, man
    Them Cleveland hustlers never no busters, thug to the heart
    We niggas from the land fool, and the old school
    Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
    Fucking with Trues, Rest in Peace
    Little nigga RIPsta stress that Bone love
    Smoking on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug
    Calling up my niggas when it's time to nut up
    In the 9-9, niggas gonna drop to the number one with a gun so run, run
    Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from
    Slanging them dum-dums, come, come

    Niggas it's going down up in the C-Town
    Get 'em up with a thug and the nigga with the bud
    Got the fifth of Rose
    'Fore the liquor store close, hit 'em up with the forty reasons
    Nigga, roll up the Buddha
    Smoke it all up, nigga, don't stiff on the reefer
    Mo running up outta the club with this
    Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper, peep the
    Strip as you hear the double Glock-Glock
    Widda me rocks cocked, sweating me bad
    Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop
    Glock top hit the body and the bullshit stop
    Whenever them troubling us
    Where the po-po niggas roll solo, split up and swerve
    Krayzie take caution, take out my yayo and tossed it
    Send 'em in the road to the curb
    Running, ducking
    Jumping up in the land, my niggas is crazy
    We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock
    And my nigga, that's daily
    Who the nigga with the twelve-gauge pump?
    Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface so you better pray
    Eternally thugsta, East 1999, we rep to the death, what!

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    Gotta give peace to the SCTs
    And the one big thug on the Glock
    Pump blast to the cash
    Then I mash the gas gotta dash away from the cops
    Now Li'l Mo Heart steadily sippin' on Rose
    Ripping up flesh with six fours
    That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs
    And I be dropping 'em off in dumpsters
    Fuck them po-po, all a dem bodies we burn, burn
    And I guess that hood'll never learn
    Gotta dip mo' thin ones in sherm
    When I'm on a mission for my city
    Pick the niggas be peeling out with me
    Me roll up the window, the wind blow
    Fuck up my indo high that’s hitting me
    Even if the barrels of me twelve-gauge are empty, me scandalous
    Niggas up outta the woods bucking, no fucking with the family
    Now feel it nigga, understand me
    Much love, much bud for them St. Clair Thugs
    East 99 is where you'll find me slanging me motherfucking drugs

    Dun dun, leaving the niggas to cock it, pop widda me gun
    They know that me nodding they head off and I gots to have me fun
    Leaving 'em hung, breaking, faking, you studio gangsta bitch, trick
    Niggas'll get beat, I'm handling the shit and I split in the midst of the darkness
    Consider me heartless, oh yes, Flesh be running a ho check
    Betta check your Rolex, ya timed now for giving up respect
    To them SCTs from C-L-E plus scandalous niggas that dwell
    Hell off of the forscythe and bail, leaving a trail of
    The bloody victims, the Fifth Dog mauling 'em all
    And never them catch me slipping
    And sipping the fifth of divine
    They may give me time instead a me tripping
    We flipping the scripts on over, see the Bone a-be never sober
    Niggas told you, triggers showed you, East 9-9, five soldiers

    Wanna run, red rum, try to run and get away but it's just too late
    Watch out, buckshots when I come, buck buck
    Better guard that fucking face
    Dumping them slugs on you fools
    Rolling with me Trues, drinking brews
    Don't start no shit, we come equipped so niggas stay cool
    187, you think that you going to Heaven
    Put slugs all up in that chest and
    Now Hell is where you be dwelling
    Popping a clip in them bodies me dumping
    Watching you fall to the pave
    With me nine milli pumping
    Putting them bodies all off in them graves

    Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run)
    Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run)
    Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run)
    Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run (Run)
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    Composition: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, DJ U-Neek, and Tony C

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