Flesh-N-Bone - Crazy By The Flesh lyrics

rate me

Made by the, ah, Flesh

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)

(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide

Deep in your mental, Flesh'll get you mesmerized

Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh

And it be test or tried, even if they

(Gonna fight)

And the Afta Maff, when I'm on, go on home

It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til I made it know

Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown

Contend with the fifth dog

Never could anyone check how I'm servin' for the C L E

Get took to the streets and the thugsta down on the St. Clair

Hit up ya S C T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's

Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum

Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days

How we used to roll bankroll fold

Nigga makin' his money, daily double

It's the reason why you're countin' stacks

If a psycho [unverified], gonna break lose

Nigga test and come rippin' through the tracks

They packin' a gat and you're not just in case of a jack

If you didn't you done, snatched

In a little while no daylight, won't be fun

No wonder if you slippin', you hung

Some run, tryin' to get away

Say can't escape from a thugsta trailer

So many victims, had to leave 'em, for yellin'

(Smellin')

I kill 'em and hop in the smug

Start bailin' back on the strip by twelve

Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up

Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation

Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on

Made by the, ah, Flesh

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)

(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Hold still, bitch, if you slippin'

You bet he's gon' chalkin' 'til the reaper stalkin'

Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin'

Drop the money, jewels, keys [unverified] please

Be and you all tossed in a coffin

Takin' a loss and I'm the [unverified] me often

Never needin' more time, wastin'

Makin' good in it for the love of mo' money, man

Bang no' brains, take it you should've listened to us

Down up for my thang, insane through the Flesh reign

And niggas ain't up on my level

Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave

Gravedigger be snatch my shovel and all the dirt, it ain't no worse

And I curse only person they done with the click so murda no' hurt

Niggas comin' gunnin', [unverified] bullets all

To spit your shit, quick, your slain

Bang, muthafuckas on top of the hits

We done hittin' 'em for hire, gettin' the job done right every time

Some nigga want to get his contract expired

Never get tried of buckin', niggas keep on testin'

They killed and really makin' my day

Clench with an A.K., baby, don't play

Wanna fuck with my pay? I gotta go blow his ass away

He tried to fade me, that niggas No.1 flip artist,

One of the hardest thugs in the land

Bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it

And I'm a finish any problem, solve it

If you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of

And I know that you're scared

That my niggas'll hunt you down 'round, ready, 'round

Made by the, ah, Flesh

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)

(The Flesh, the Flesh)

Better clear up the way up, my warpath

Now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war

So they labeled me 5150 , you wanna fuck with me?

Better pray to my Lord, I'm gonna tortune, body run, scorch

Not one of my enemies gonna survive

Died in the holocaust, caught in destruction

Buck 'em all, fried alive, takin' my time

Lookin' 'til I find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight

Gettin' high, wait until the clock strikes sound

Never no light in sight, get 'em up and lie down

Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers

Then I'm a take 'em into the darkness

[Unverified], leave alone when they roll hime in the heartless

It's wicked by farthest, fuck with it

We are Mo Thugs, packin' two glocks for the war

And it's on with mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers

No love for the bustas, keep in playa hatin'

Study, then bite our style, always down with the army

We stand alone, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony takin' muthafuckas out

When they get too foul in the mouth

Check many niggas with a slug in they chest

The they lay in a puddle of blood

When they layin' to rest, that's for fuckin' with Flesh

Even if a nigga put on a vest, then I might aim for their dome

Gotta get 'em dead for sure

So don't try to play when the people get slayed away

Eternally Flesh here to let ya'll know

Made by the, ah, Flesh

(Flesh, Flesh, Flesh, Flesh)

(The Flesh, the Flesh)