Bone Thugs-n-Harmony – East 1999 Lyrics

PYONG!
1

You pyonged “Bone Thugs-n-Harmony – East 1999”

Save Note No Thanks
Follow
Caution: You are now annotating this song as

[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
East nineteen ninety-nine my niggas
Thinking bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on the grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime

With two in here, steady stacking my ends
Putting my serve down on the Clair 9-9
Hitting up the Graveyard Shift with real
Little Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone
Little Wally high rollerz and he wonder why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love
Kept a nigga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang
Gotta make a grand at least daily, man

Them Cleveland hustlers never no busters thug to the heart
We niggas from the land fool, and the old school
Just serve out ya sentence and be cool

Fucking with Trues rest in peace
My little nigga Ripster stress that Bone luv
Smoking on bud, cause a nigga Mo Thug

Calling up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9 niggas gonna drop to the number one with your gun so run, run
Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from
Slanging them dum dum dum dums

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town
Get em up with the thug and the nigga with the bud, got the fifth of Rose
'Fore the liquor store close, hit em up with the forty reasons

Nigga roll up the Buddha
Smoke it all up nigga, don't stiff on the reefer

Mo running up outta the club with this
Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper, creeper
Strip as you hear the double Glock Glock
Widda me rocks cocked sweating me bad
Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop Glock top
Hit the body and the bullshit stop
Whenever them troubling us
Where the po-po niggas roll solo, split up and swerve
Krayzie take caution, take out my yayo and tossed it
Send em in the road to the curb

Running, ducking, jumping up in the land my niggas is crazy
Me slanging with nuff and me bang on the block
And nigga this daily
Who the nigga with the 12-gauge, pump
Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray

Eternally thugsta
East nineteen ninety-nine


[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give peace to the SCTs
And the one big thug on the Glock
Pump blast fa the cash
Then I mashing with gas gotta dash away from the cops

Not letting no pause, steadily flipping up rows
Ripping up flesh with six fours
That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs
And I be dropping em off in dumpsters
Fuck them po-po, all a dem bodies we burn, burn

And I guess that hood'll never learn
Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm

When I'm on a mission for my set-ty
Pick up my niggas be peeling out with me
Roll up me window, me wind blow fuck up my indo, I'm an enemy
Even when the barrels of me 12-gauge are empty

Me scandalous niggas are pon de loose
But it's no fucking with the family
Now feel it nigga understand me
Much love much bud for them St. Clair Thugs
East nineteen ninety-nine is where you'll find me
Slanging them motherfucking drugs


[Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone]
Dun dun leaving the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun
They know that me nodding they head off
And I gots to have me fun
Leaving em hung, breaking, faking
You studio gangsta bitch, trick
Niggas'll get beat
I'm handling the shit and I split in the midst of the darkness
Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be running a ho check
Betta check your Rolex
Ya timed now fa giving up respect

To them S-C-Ts from C-L-E the scandalous niggas that dwell
Hell off'a the forscythe and bail
Leaving a trail a the bloody victims
The fifth 'a Dog mauling em all, never them catch me slipping
As if and if and they find
They may give me time instead a me tripping
We flipping the scripts on ova
See the Bone a be neva sober
Niggas told you, triggas showed you
East nine-nine, five soldiers


[Verse 5: Wish Bone]
Wanna run red rum try to run and get away
But it's just too late
Watch out buckshots when I come buck buck
Betta guard that fucking face

Dumping them slugs on you fools
Rolling with me Trues, drinking brews
Don't start no shit we come equipped
So niggas stay cool
, one eighty seven
You think that you going to heaven
Put slugs all up in that chest and
To hell is where you be dwelling

Popping a clip in them bodies me dumping
Watching you fall to the pave
Wid me nine milli pumping
Putting them bodies all off in them graves


[Bone Thugs]
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run

East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
East nineteen ninety ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine

Edit song description to add:

  • Historical context: what album the song's on, how popular it was
  • An explanation of the song's overall story (example: "In this song, Eminem corresponds with a crazed fan who ends up...")
  • The sample used for the beat — use WhoSampled.com and wikipedia as references
Song lyrics have been changed by someone else. Copy your work to your clipboard and click here to reload.