BONE THUGS N HARMONY - Handle The Vibe Lyrics

ayo they comin' to get Rip? Equipped wit' my
sawed-off, polish it off, until its
replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous
especially 357 me catch you, Buck and me bang ya, what's ya
magnum for? You crept and
you came, ain't shit changed, M11's grenades and an
AK-47s, 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, puttin those to sleep
'til raise up on my enemy.
Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, spread 400 years
of opression spread the message i aint finishes, diminished you
so-called critics so fuck them
billboards and the billboard status can kick it. You fucked-up
for awhilefor
today, but that was a trial. Man, and Idon'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
onlya bitch would bite, now we
gotta go now gotta go claim my style, ready tobeat you down,
them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes,
now I'm rollin' with
Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, buck them
flames, aim for the
pressure point, a point where I break your head in.

I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in
your city and people be pinnin 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
youcould 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 with heat.
Nigga, please, freeze, put
'em on
they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these are the
warriors, killas,
destroyin' ya and 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, its a blue light.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how
thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, its a blue light.

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 cap that thug who raps, steady put down,
pay me, criminal
mind stateof 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,
artilleryshop, 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's
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.

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. (?) 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 [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.

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