Crazy By The Flesh Lyrics by Flesh-n-bone

Crazy By The Flesh Lyrics

    Chorus:
    Made by the, ah, flesh (flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh)
    (the flesh, the flesh)

    [flesh-n-bone]
    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 ?; 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 (smellin') for yellin'
    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

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    [flesh-n-bone]
    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 ? please
    Be and you all tossed in a coffin, takin' a loss and i'm the ? 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', ? 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 #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...

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    [flesh-n-bone]
    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
    ?, 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

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