Tekst:
Drop N Harmony It S All Yours

, and everybody that rides with me: it's from me to you. It's from me to you [me to you]. It's just our point of view. It's just our point of view

been blessed with all my thugs and all this harmony, you know we can't be stopped, we rollin' past the cops, plus all you haters, the finger's all you

know I'm screamin' murda mo' murda. Flesh-Verse 1 Rippin' up, it's yo' St. Clair. Takin' money that's straight, and gotta kick it, chill. Then makin' it

got that faded. Lovin' these yum-yum's, glad I made it, I just hope this nigga don't try to taste it. I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely.

'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and Bone's gon' blast. I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime, and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. Smoke

It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand, but take off the gun, so we can see what's up, and

now you know it's my occupation The jackin's in progress; it's a critical operation The object is murder I'm the number one assassin, it's Layzie Bone

be a thug in harmony, harmony, then i would teach the world (whole wide world) to be a thugsta just like me. [repeat] (Krayzie): How many more day's

wasteland warrior so true divine It's mine, east 1999 It's where ya find'in all of my kind, every time If I could teach the world (Whole wide world) To be a thug-n-harmony (Harmony