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Million Dead Harmony No Harmony

and Immersed myself in sound- In lame jobs, late nights, Poor diets and poverty. And after all the struggle And the strain And after all the loss for little gain, The harmonies

to drop. I could murda me a million MC's, it's 'cause I spit like I'm a uzi machine, and I'm a leave 'em all dead... Stop everybody grievin' and I'm leavin

so far away, kill em all, kill em all Well, if I could teach the world to be (to be) A muthafuckin' thug in perfect harmony Harmony, harmony, harmony

process gone She left her answering machine on The greeting left spoken sincere Messages no one will ever hear 10,000 messages a day a million more transmissions lay Dead

Like land mines, all set to explode Microphones, all set to unload So, watch the means, watch the zone I made it different with a million dead MC microphones

ve guessed that I used to sit around and wonder how People fall into a trap just to stumble like the fourth time And it's all a peice of a harmony To

murda man I'ma come back to serve the game break em on down and hurt em man I never give no mercy mercy after thirty five million still thirsty thirsty

New millennium, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony It don't stop, it don't stop, it don't stop The thugs is in the house The thugs is in the house The thugs is in

so far away, kill em all, kill em all Well, if I could teach the world to be (to be) A muthafuckin' thug in perfect harmony Harmony, harmony, harmony