Bnk Lyrics

Bnk lyrics

Eazy-E: 

 Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa 

 

 Eazy-E: 

 Black nigga killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust
through the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no 

 pain as I penetrate. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the
evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind so my soul 

 is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the
streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 

 30.06 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast.
Muthafuckas catchin' heat as I bring anger, and 

 release more danger from my chamber. The evil in my blood is possessed, so I
creep low from the back slow and push lead 

 through that nigga's flesh. Ain't no hope when every nigga wants to be the
nine-milla, on the trigger, the black nigga killa. 

 

 Krayzie: 

 We be the mighty warrior. Black nigga killa, what's up? You ready to die? You
think you can fuck with them thug niggas? 

 Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone
thugs-n-harmony, nigga--Cleveland's thuggish 

 ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit. Buck, buck, bust. Let 'em know
we still run this bitch just like an assassin. Say, 

 nigga, we nice but can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? Nigga,
you know what we came here for. You know, 

 when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious, playin no jokes. Just
'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show? 

 Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us
on video, seen us in person so here we go [here 

 we go]. What is your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I
sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with killas. 

 Nigga, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches thinkin' you
realer. 

 

 Wish: 

 Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready
to roll. Niggas out tryin' to fuck with us, but I'm 

 givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no. 'Cause I got what you need if you are
ready to die, to die, to die. Nigga, bye bye. 

 Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon' run? Naw. Shootin' at me? Better hit
me or one day . Fire! Here I come, 

 come. And you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack
guns, but Bone go pap pap. Really just out for 

 the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of y'all, but playas went too far so
I say, "Fuck y'all. Fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters. All, 

 y'all, y'all, y'all haters." 

 

 Eazy-E: 

 Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa. 

 

 Flesh-n-Bone: 

 I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm a black nigga killa--that's what you can
label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna 

 fuck with us. You can't touch us. You ain't able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep
and sneak with a streetsweeper. Niggas don't 

 ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and snatch they soul like the Reaper. Have
you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, 

 sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll,
and who wanna fuck with me now? Lay 'em all 

 down when I creep through your town and clown. I bet you feela this nigga
behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black 

 nigga killa. 

 

 Layzie: 

 ['Cause dyin' be easy.] Nigga, you know what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big
guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the 

 murda mo', slayin'. Aw, shit. Just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer.
We black nigga killas and down to ride for E [E]. 

 He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N.W.A, nigga B-O-N-E. All
around the world, most dangerous groups, 

 marchin' like troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't
then a bullet might hit you. Picture yourself in a 

 coffin--so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge 'fore
this bullet lodged in your ass, simply for the cash. 

 Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. Aced this game,
while they try to erase this daily basis. 

 Gimme my space, shit, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the
air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that? 

 And I'll hit you back. Little nigga just wanna know where my thugs at. Some at
the track on the back. Oh, yes, some niggas 

 on corner 'round sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of
my niggas' at home playin' Bone. Could they rest 

 in peace? My niggas sleep. Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got
shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city 

 [bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, shoot
'em up. Shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, 

 always [nigga], always. That's why I shoot 'em up. 

 

 Eazy-E: 

 Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa.