Lyrical Breakdown of Thuggish Ruggish Bone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bone Thugs-n-Harmony weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Thuggish Ruggish Bone" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Bone Thugs-n-Harmony employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Bone Thugs-n-Harmony's narrative.

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We're not against rap We're not against rappers But we are against those thugs (Thugs, thugs, thugs) It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone You're feelin' the strength of the rumps that bump Hear the funk in the trunk that the thugstas feel Just be thuggin', straight buzzin' Lovin' yo peoples, 'cause we so real Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin', bring on that ammunition Trippin' on sip Not to mention, never knew no competition But I gotta get mine, so scream out "Mo!", and let me hear ya holla Nut about that mighty dollar Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow Chain gang remaining the same Flamin' my dank and drankin' brew Thinkin' about that hangin', countin' my bankin Thuggin' with trues, fools It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug, bustas You know me as a hustla Try to creep and get beat Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under Straightjacket's, gotta make that money, mayne It's still the same now Bailin' in my black trench vest You gotta be down to bang-bang Come and get this teachin' You're "soldiers" (How thugstas must act) Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack wig blew all the way back It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in The Land, but creep if you can Take another swig to the brain, rose Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke, and runnin' from the po-po now Gotta get up with my thugstas Right turn to the Double Glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff, puff puff to the brain, shot Left P-O-D'd and tweeded Gotta get another case for my trunk Olde English? Really don't need it But in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down Thug runnin' the Nine-Quad And you better believe that we runnin' this Thug Style So what now? See the Bone Thug claim thug, never gon' change, so flame up Sit back and just smoke the same cut Leathaface on ah creep, and I came up It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock Pop pop, better drop when the buckshot blow The Bone in me never no hoe, so No creepin' up outta the Ziplock So Sin sip gin And Little Mo Hart run up, nut up, and flipped in Then slipped in the clip then Me stickin' me bloody victim man, but they test nuts To the chest and put 'em to rest, and but I won't test bucks Put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge Mugged, drug me victim, the blood on me runnin' my mental The thug in me stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the bud in me me running me pen, so To the temple, buck when you duck, to the Thuggish Ruggish T's St. Clair P's, to field, to the G's, and a buck to all of my enemies It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone We got Layzie and Krayzie Bizzy's in the house Wish is in the house And Flesh And Shatasha Cleveland's definitely in the house It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone