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BNK Bone Thugs-N-Harmony (Ft. Eazy-E)
"BNK" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony featuring Eazy-E is a hip-hop track from 1997. It explores themes of street life, resilience, and the struggles of urban existence. The song features rapid-fire verses and harmonious hooks, showcasing the group's unique blend of melodic rap. Eazy-E's presence adds a nostalgic touch, highlighting the West Coast's influence on hip-hop. Its cultural impact lies in its celebration of collaboration and the legacy of both artists. #HipHop
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[Hook: whispered]
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Black nigga killa
Hate brought death around the block
As the hollow points bust through the punk's back
Raising cain feel no pain as I penetrate
Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace
I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to all mankind
Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature
Cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers
A 30-yard .6 with the scope
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast
Motherfuckers catchin heat, as I bring anger
And release more danger, from my chamber
The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low from the back slow
And push lead through that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope, when every nigga wants to be the nine-milla
On the trigger, the black nigga killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Black nigga killa
Hate brought death around the block
As the hollow points bust through the punk's back
Raising cain feel no pain as I penetrate
Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace
I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to all mankind
Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature
Cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers
A 30-yard .6 with the scope
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast
Motherfuckers catchin heat, as I bring anger
And release more danger, from my chamber
The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low from the back slow
And push lead through that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope, when every nigga wants to be the nine-milla
On the trigger, the black nigga killa
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