Innocent Hands

Ridin with death hitting these niggas till the day I die

we got mercy and there's no place to hide these are
some thuggin tortured innocent hands

I crept and I came sit back on da streets nigga you
ready to bleed ready to go to war so grab yo weapons
lace yo boots with my thugs wait till the law down
let me grab my strate jacket they pumpin dem slugs
and on dem drugs lay you in yo caskets
the president all over my shit wantin to see the e-bone
drop it don't stop body rott till we test and buck
now you outta luck it makes a nigga thank from taking all
the credit them hoes going to rest now they are a bloody mess
distress with my soldiers lyrics from tha mind the heart
thuggish ruggish always straight thuggin from time to time
gotta get my cash before I get in dat ash pump dem slugs
on drugs doing what I can to set it straight appreciate seperate from
the fields of war yo enemies gettin put to rest buck buck to
tha bang sing along with my twelve gadge call me e-bone
break the song down defend or assault krayzie bone gettin high on a
sly remember the times I was down to ride for life thank the lord
for watching over me everyday and everynight cause it's
peaceful, it's peaceful

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Ridin with death hittin these niggas till the day I die
we got mercy and there's no place to hide these are some
thuggin tortured innocent hands

See I started when I was 13 and still doing this shit the grenades
burning down the homes of lives thugs hustlin, laid in the grass
till your body rott my body guard waitin while you hatin statin the facts
of bone lyrics bone full of this shit gettin rich the closest moments
of my life was when I become a thug If you a trifling nigga, you
might get killed drilled in tha head spread yo wings rings over my thugs
through the ectasy hit it get high realize that it's a skeam dream about
the war beam the light , mash it , flash it shine it in yo face a thuggish
nigga in the woods if you was to come in my hood I'm a thuggish nigga
so ah I would have to kill ya so die, cry when you dead and gone, now
I'm all wrong,wrong,wrong,wrong

chorus
Ridin with death hitting these niggas till the day I die we got mercy and there's
no place to hide these are some thuggin tortured innocent hands

Hittin em up quick in a second within a minute with my automatic pistol If I get
dangerous better bring yo weapons before steppin no telling he dwelling in da land
were demons never ran, bang dem flames Mo thugs stoppin stacking in the
artillary shop wanna sound like bone sneakin up on you what would you do
It's the neighborhood slang I know I'm down for my thang as long as they remember
e-bone as being no pretenda when I bust you better stay low because I got plenty
of rounds It's not as easy as it sounds if you wanna get pounded my 9mm cocked
up on yo block tuckin yo chest wanna be Mo thug that's insane though you could
hang never would come to the real thug, so what

chorus
Ridin with death hitting these niggas till the day I die we got mercy and there's no place
to hide these are some thuggin tortured innocent hands

I'm a real thug I'm the silent blu killa outta tha mind the greatest place on earth would
be a thug paradise