Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Neighborhood Slang (Interlude) Lyrics

Krayzie:
One-eighty-seven is a lesson for them n____s that want to test.
Bring more than one, 'cause me shotgun'll be buckin' your chest.
Wanna be Mo Thug? Thugsta mentality runs through the Bone.
Pop, pop to the dome fall short to the chrome, gift wrap that b____ a__ on.
Much love for the green leaves, but me trues have to ease me down.
Puff, puff, head rush, poppin' in me clip, and I got plenty rounds.
Me no pretender, no studio thugsta.
Bone'll get with ya [with ya], and if me miss ya, Strate, Number 1, and the Ripsta swing, watch 'em hit ya, [hit ya], so we can swang, [we can swang], down for me thang [down for me thang], feel the blow to the brain.
Thought you could hang, when I swang them thangs, that's insane.
Stay low, stay low, so them po-pos--they no me no surrender.
Them n____s on the street--they remember Bone is being no pretender, standin' up on the block, 9 millimeter c___ed in me hand, and me got me n____s lookin' after me back, and them watch, [let them rott] holdin' watch.
You know it's nothin' but the neighborhood thang.
It's mandatory for me neighborhood slang.