- Song Name: No Shorts, No Losses
- Artist Name: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
- Album: E 1999 Eternal
- Songwriters: Bone, D J U-Neek, Kenny Mccloud
- Release Date: 1995.07.25
- Label: Ruthless Records
LYRICS FOR "No Shorts, No Losses"
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Way down
I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
Downing my fifth and I swerve
Drunk as I bend on the curb
Get up to purchase some herbs
To ease up my nerves
While a nigga got rocks to serve
Heard about thugs and hustlas
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish
Peep this cut
Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
Putting in work
Putting it down
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
Them worse to worst
Dog
The consequences are fatal
Ready be strapped
Clack back 'cause I believe in me label
Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
Just for the love of money
For the love of the wasteland Claire
For the love that brought me here
Dropping piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks
If a nigga wanna run up
Put him on the ground
Harmony smooth wid the thug s***
Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
And it's war trying crab these Bones
Bring on ya stretchers
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss b****
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Way down
Nigga come f*** wid me now
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
Nigga that's my daily thang
Down wid the bang bang
It really don't matter
My niggas
B****
Bite one bid and nigga
Everyday be the same old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe
Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
But nigga
Never taking no shorts or no losses
Creeping up outta me clik
'Mo' Murda'
Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money
Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
Ready to pap you if we have too
Remember me
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
Me no pretender
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Way down
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
See
Mo' Thug
We creeping
We sick and we cold and we hungry
(Huh)
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times
Even if it means pap
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The gauge
Cocking
Shoot a b**** just like a nigga
Ain't no favor
It's Wish Bone
Yeah
Me and my thugs smoking
Let a nigga P
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Way down
Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
Come creep in the barrel
It'll be your loss
Get tossed and it'd do you no good
Can't f*** wid my gang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out
I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to lose
Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool
Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
Fiend for the green leaves
Nigga
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need
Remember
Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
So b**** if ya run up
Me put in me work
Better run to chalk it
Digging ya deep in the dirt
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Bone
Taking no shorts
Way down
Bone
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
Running up out the cut
Ready ta f*** you up
And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
When me forty four let go
95th gunning outta the window
We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang
Pick up your tec and let fly
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride
Rest in peace and running from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence
Hitting the pavement dazed
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up
Turn around and face 'em
Pump
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