Songtext zu 'Blow You Away' von Bone Brothers

-Intro-(Bizzy Bone)-Layzie Bone-
(Gangsta) Yeah. That's Bizzy and Layzie Bone over there, dog.

-Chorus-
We gon' ride, we gon' roll [I'm a gangsta and I'm ready to blow] (I'll blow your soul away...)

-Bizzy Bone-
Put the pistol to my brain one second before I squeeze/ Since I'm a gangsta, I'm a put myself on my knees/ I'm dreamin' of suicide, I'm sick and feelin' depressed/ And I'm stressed out like a motherfucker, I can't even rest/ I smoke weed, drink liquor just to ease the pain/ They used to tell me that God was cryin' whenever it rained/ I grew up without my momma and father; Just me and my sisters/ And they split us all up and foster/ I've been molested and I learned about love/ I don't respect women, now I'm just sinnin'/ Nigga, what? I'm livin' I want me to survive like this/ If it's Heaven and the Abyss, I'm a pop a bottle of Crys/ Now, I'm drinkin' and drinkin' and drinkin' and smokin' and smokin' and thinkin' and thinkin' with a little bit more Moet/ My mind still stiffer, it's been a fool can't take it/ God save me, I keep turnin' my soul over to Satan

-Layzie Bone-
Aw shit! Look what the wind blew in/ Nigga, better move I'm finna get started/ Lil' L Burna from the land of the heartless strapped with a 9, don't make me spark it/ You probably heard the news, if not, you need to check it/ Bone Thugs N Harmony done broke away from Useless Records/ We independent now, this shit ain't funny now/ Get so much money now, and I'm lovin' the way it's goin' down/ Roll or get rolled over, partner/ #1, nigga that's my name/ Winnin, scorin' stayin' on point/ Nigga, gimme the ball, that's my game/ No disrespect/ Murder One with the best of the best (Bizzy) From the North to the South; From the North to the South, to the East to the West/ Oh yes, I'm blessed/ Nigga, don't need no vest/ No stress, we want it all and nothing less, no, nothing less

-Chorus-

-Skant-
It's the M-O T-H-U-G, Scant Bone thuggin' everyday up in the streets/ You know I'm rollin' with niggas, yeah, we partners in crime/ Why a nigga would want to waste my time and steal my shine; I'm comin' for mine/ You niggas be thinkin' you're some gangstas? Ya'll bitches a bunch of wankstas/ No killers, drug dealers, no felons, no snitches who tellin'/ I'm all hardcore criminals, you duckin' and runnin' now/ Our slugs have hit ya and now, you land six feet up underground/ We just so scandalous, you bitch-made niggas can't handle us/ Don't make nigga come back to church/ Now, your momma's cryin' feelin' hurt/ And now, that's gangsta; Better believe we comin' with it/ And if you thinkin' we playin', bitch, well come and get it

-Layzie Bone-
See I didn't want to do it, but I had to do it/ Hell yeah! Scan-o go and pop the trunk/ Little Bizzy come through with a glock and a pump/ Now I'm (?) go and dump / Fuck these chumps, it's all about us/ Come around here; These thugs gon' bust/ Ash to ash, and nigga, dust to dust/ And I will blow your soul away...

-Chorus-