Bone Thugs N Harmony Handle The Vibe Lyrics

Handle The Vibe Lyrics

Krayzie:
(This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin'
your
hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by
end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the
vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Bizzy:
You wanted to get
Rip? Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done, 'til it
replenished, soon as
I'm finished my pistol be jealous,
especially .357, me punish you. Buck and
me bang ya, what's ya magnum
for? You crept and you came, ain't shit
changed,
daily weapons: grenades and an AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you
came
and you went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way
to the bank,
and you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon,
you can conjure up,
and see if we get angels pinnin' my
ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus. He
done creepin' deep, but I
love to sneak 'til I raise up on my enemy. Let's
get
pumped for the peeps in Egypt, and four hundred years of
oppression.
Spread the message: I'm finished, diminished you
so-called
critics and fuck them Billboards, and the Billboard status
me kick it. You
fucked-up for awhile for today, but that
was a trial. Man, and I don't know
how, style through with them
crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the
ground wanting
my people to gather around, remember the sound of the rounds,
came
from my town, and only a bitch would bite, that we can't
allow, then
they won't claim my style, ready to beat you down, hittin'
them tombstones,
(sellin' volumes), get in them costumes,
now I'm rollin' with Makaveli,
pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, fuck
the flames, aim for the pressure
point, a point where I
break your head in.
Krayzie:
I beg your pardon,
my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your
city and people be peelin'
me, yo, but some nigga just
told me, he put in your record, and you
disrespectin' off the T-O-P.
Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em
and
found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild
[wild]?
"What an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin'
when you
tried to get it down. We see that you fucked with a daily
crowd, so, nigga,
just turn your ass around. Whenever
you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just
meet us outside of the club,
ready slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk, if
I got it, we
claim mo. Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the
thought
that you could get rid of us. Buck you to Hell, and we're
stickin'
you, doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the St. Clair niggas bust.
Aw,
fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga tried a 211, fucked
around,
got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody but them
T-H-U-G's with
artillery, we come in peace. Nigga,
please, freeze, put 'em on they knees,
nigga, don't even breathe, and
these are the warriors, killas, destroyin'
ya. You're gonna
die.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will
envision how thugstas
play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the
metal, we see blue light.
Layzie:
Now, hation season is ceasin', agree.
Nigga, let this be the reason:
niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven,
stoppin' you
bitches from breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that
thug
whose raps steady put down payments, criminal mind
state of a
lyricist. Wanna test nuts? Nigga, hear this: my niggas are
down with murda
mo', real thuggas and killas that claim,
I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now
bet he be ripped to the finish,
everyday be the same, but artillery shop, we
stackin', Bone got
heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all day, won't
action, playa
hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck,
bang.
My nigga, the shit don't stop. The government all on my dick,
wanna see Lil
Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen
they give me no break, fin to rest in
peace when they're tryin' to
send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo' money up
outta the
bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks, refuse the peace,
and
nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come
on.
Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me.
'Cause I
got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's
my cavalry. If
you ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us, so
I be down on wicked
streets I grew up on. Wanna sound
like us, and none of you do. We come for
you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You
gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you
bring.
You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out, watch out for them
thugsta
nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told you:
it's
comin'--Armageddon [it's comin'--Armageddon, new world order,
new
world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches ain't
nothin', we
none. Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to
know we gettin' our
shit together. Better get your shit
together, 'cause when ya go, ya go, ya
go.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how
thugstas
play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see
blue light.