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Bone Thugs N Harmony - Текст песни No Shorts, No Losses
Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Way down, way down
 I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
 Downing my fifth and I swerve
 Drunk as I bend on the curb
 Get up to purchase some herbs
 To ease up my nerves
 While a nigga got rocks to serve
 Heard about thugs and hustlas
 But never knew none like us before
 We junking them off in dumpsters
 Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts
 Peep this cut
 Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
 Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts
 Putting it down, Bone first
 And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
 Them worse to worst
 Dog, if you wanting to test Bone
 The consequences are fatal
 Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
 Clack back 'cause I believe in me label
 Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
 Just for the love of money, yeah
 For the love of the wasteland Claire
 For the love that brought me here
 Dropping piece to the double glock
 Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now
 If a nigga wanna run up, gun up
 Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down
 Harmony smooth wid the thug shit
 Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
 Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
 And it's war trying crab these Bones
 Bring on ya stretchers, ya dearly departed
 Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
 Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch
 Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Way down, way down
 Nigga come fuck wid me now
 Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
 Nigga that's my daily thang
 Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs
 It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain
 My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
 Bitch, if you decide you want some of this now
 Bite one bid and nigga, we're coming to cut ya
 Everyday be the same old
 Still gotta flip on the same hoe
 Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
 But nigga, back up, it's a Bone thing, what?
 Never taking no shorts or no losses
 Creeping up outta me clik, see
 'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me
 Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money
 Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
 Ready to pap you if we have too
 Remember me, no surrender
 Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
 Me no pretender
 Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Way down, way down
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 Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
 Niggas all up in them coffins
 They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em
 Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
 See, pop, pop let 'em drop
 Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas
 We creeping, we needing mo' money
 We sick and we cold and we hungry
 (Huh)
 I'm loving my thugstas
 My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
 The nigga you know that'll hurt ya
 Serve and murda all bustas now
 Hard times, gotta grind, get mine
 Even if it means pap, that's ya life
 And a nigga gotta die by the sword
 The gauge, my nine and my knife
 Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
 Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
 Ain't no favor, trigger, you fall
 It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine
 Yeah, it's my time
 Me and my thugs smoking, choking
 Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Way down, way down
 Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
 Come creep in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood
 It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click
 Get tossed and it'd do you no good
 Can't fuck wid my gang, no thang
 And the bullets they ring out
 Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
 We strip 'em and beat they brains out
 I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
 Steadily paying them dues
 We niggas wid nothing to lose
 Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool
 Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
 Fiend for the green leaves
 Nigga, quick, pull out them trees
 I pull out me cheese
 Now gimme now what me need
 Remember, me killa cap peeler
 Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
 So bitch if ya run up, I'm bound to rip ya
 Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt
 Better run to chalk it
 Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
 See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Bone, come break 'em down
 Taking no shorts, no losses, man
 Way down, way down
 Bone, y'all Bone, nigga, that's starting some shit up, what?
 Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
 All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
 Running up out the cut, pumping bucks
 Ready ta fuck you up, must bust them
 And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah
 Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
 When me forty four let go, feeling the glock, glock roll
 95th gunning outta the window
 We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
 Hang, on the Darkside ride,
 Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
 I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
 Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
 Rest in peace and running from the holice
 Jumping that barbed wire fence
 Hitting the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing
 Gotta watch for the po-po raising up, up on me
 Turn around and face 'em
 Pump, pump and fade 'em now











