Da Introduction

Welcome to The Dark Side
Backwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
Eternal (St. Clair, nigga), Eternal, Eternal, Eternal
Backwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics)
Eternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal
Backwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
Eternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal
Backwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics)

Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Right back at your muthafuckin' ass, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock
Puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land
Takin' no shorts, no losses
Puttin' it on you jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas
You better pin to what's real, bitch
Takin' over shit in the 9-5, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Nigga, this St.Clair (St.Clair, St. Clair, St. Clair, St Clair)

Yeah, nigga
Execution double nine style, steadily puttin' them bodies underground

Little B all about that yayo bankroll
Better make that money, mane, then roll
Put it on the low, when it be them hoes, and I pin em' and bang
Gotta get them demons off me
Creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul
And sleepin' ain't good to go now, when I'm alone, on NoDoz, I'd better watch the door
Then I won't be slippin', sleepin'
Gather the thugs I bails with
With a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, 187 and a 211
Twelve gauge, and an AK-47, spray
Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave, they lay
With a slug stuck all up in ya, when I roll with realer niggas
Pop pop, drop to the sound, hit the ground, when I'm out to kill ya

Them St. Clair Thugs, we love when they poppin' them slugs, now what
See the blood from the skull when I dug them enemies deep in the mud, they drugged
I roll with them trues, snooze, you lose
Undressed, on the alley floor fucked up
What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new
So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks
Bust a left at the block, hey, what do ya know?
Oh, no, the po-po! They follow
Copper gotta see the nigga layin' behind the store, but nigga, remember my motto
Me no surrender!
Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness
See the other side, and I swing to the ride
Rollin' through the cut, hit 95
Peel, bailin' for safety, we make it and chill
Gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real
Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel
Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my clique
And so listen, you bitches, stay trippin', show hate, when we stickin' n lickin' the pockets, hoe
Drop out that dollar, mane. Try to holla, bang!
Thuggin' with the thug niggas smokin' blunts
Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right, I'm ah run and get a sack, and come choke with y'all

Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride
Gettin' high off Thai, my niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the 9-9
Better kill 'em all, dog, bang bang to them fall with the twelve gauge you bustin' on niggas. So what now?
Come, nigga, get bucked, pal
Well not only that, get shut the fuck down
And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas
Some nigga that fucked up, never no player haters in the clique allowed, and we never no bustas
Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell
Daily collectin' me mayo, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails, oh well

Execution double nine style, steadily sendin' that body underground