Bone Enterpri$e in the house And just left tha liquor store So nigga, anything goes 'Cause we on a mission for the 4 Bs: Bank, bud, brew, and bitches, muthafuckas!
[Wish] I'm getting repaid You're hittin the ground from the sound of buckshots Well, what do you know? I'm hitting the flow and pushin' me down is two cops I'm back on the block and sellin' my rocks But niggas gettin' jealous They gave me a brew, and hit me for two I'm callin up my fellas
[Bizzy] Well it's the ruthless nigga gangsta Comin' out with the message to jealous muthafuckas Straight on my dick and bitin' lyrics Who is that perpetratin' and takin' our lyrics Non-originatin' slobs You wait 'til they album comes out
[Boogie Nite] Straight from the city where thieves dwell Thugs, gangstas, and bitches sell The place you would journey is not a myth (Krayzie: yeah, muthafucka!) But Cleveland is up in this bitch!
[Krayzie] Now Krayzie Bone is rippin' and stickin' Them niggas up in the nine-two And all these niggas steppin' must got static with my crew Well, nigga bring it on Send them chromes to your dome Krayzie Bone ain't no ho; I gets mine in the nine-O
[Layzie] It's the #1 Assassin Just be quick to put that ass out Chillin' with Bizzy, and Krayzie, and Wish Drinkin' 'til we pass out Bone Enterpri$e, the gangstas niggas be pimpin' hoes Livin' like criminals, untouchable niggeros
[Bizzy] Hell muthafuckin' yeah! So now you know: Bone Enterpri$e is up in this bitch! And for the people who didn't think we was comin' out: Nigga, you bought it!
[Krayzie] Yeah, Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone Bizzy Bone, and Wish Bone in the muthafuckin' house (Bizzy: Boogie Nite) My nigga,Boogie Nite, this muthafucka Yo, and we bus tickets muthafucka! Praise the twelve gauge
Ouija are you with me? Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now. Dear Mr. Ouija, I want to know my future, will I die of murda, of bloody murda? Come come again, Murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda.
[Simultaneously, repeated:] Mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda. Ouija are you with me? With me. Ouija are you with me? I'm here. Will I die of murda?
We're not against rap. We're not against rappers. But we are against those thugs [thugs, thugs, thugs]. Shatasha: Oh, it's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Layzie: You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel, just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples 'cause we so real. Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin', bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no competition. But I gotta get mine, so scream out, "Mo!" and let me hear ya holler, not about that mighty dollar, ro1l with the Bone, mo' thugs will follow. Chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew, thinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, fools. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Wish: Get ready for the Bone and the Mo Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla. T ry to creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under. Strate Jacket's gotta make that money, man. It's still the same, now, bailin' in my black, trench vest. You gotta be down to bang bang. Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers, how thugstas must stack. Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack, (?) on our way back. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Krayzie: Now follow me, now, roll, stroll, off deep in the Land. Well, 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 'em 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, love P.O.D.'ded 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-quat, and you better believe they be wantin' this thug style, so what now? See the Bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up. Sit back and just smoke to the same cut, Leather Face on the creep, and I came up. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Bizzy: Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. Ever if ya 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 they won't budge, mud, drug me victim. The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the Bone in me runnin' with thugs so, to the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's. St. Clair P's, to appeal to the G's, and a buck to all my enemies. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. We've got Layzie and'a 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
My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow. Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up. Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs. Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim, come again, now. They drop down when I'm off the block. Fuck them cops. Me and Krayzie runnin' through the Boneyard, daily. Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock, so I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs. Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya, as long as my niggas remember: no pretender. Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender.
No surrender.
Layzie: Not wantin' the copper to hit me, a lick up, found me a victim to stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball, slippin' that's why me trippin', bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog. Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well, then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos. Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on. Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on. Jump outta the hottie, move me body, hittin' them cuts and trails, runnin' like we lunatics, gotta make it back to (?). Escape and eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember: me killa, me no surrender. Me killa, me killa, me killa . . .
No surrender. |
Wish: Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead, 'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red. And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up, because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up. Cop killas, all up in they chest, and I know what to do with that vest, man. Twenty-two shots. I killa. You don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga. And it really ain't shit to pu1l a trigger on a copper, 'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down, 'cause I'm goin' down poppin'. So muthafuck all coppers. Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.
Krayzie: Ya better believe it's judgement day. So, nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air. Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just don't care. When they come, they come creepin'. Me peepin'. Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin', put 'em in deep in gutters. Me keepin' 'til a me rich and gotta get mine, every time. This'll be over in nine nine, so, nigga, get down for the crime, gonna be more coppers dyin' in the line of fire. With thugs when I be slangin' my drugs, tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip them guts, and lay your head in blood. Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga. Bitch, remember: me killa. Me no surrender. Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender. Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya. Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya. Me no surrender.
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up. Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death. Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up. Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady. Call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little Layzie. Nigga don't wanna fight, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs. Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya. Faded a nigga that stepped up. Let's slip in some shit. See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that click-click. Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave. Puttin' them souls up off in them graves, dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed. Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain. Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain. Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept and I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin', danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest, but you shoulda wore a vest, fool, 'cause the Bone don't front. Nigga check or get wrecked. Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC, loc'd out with the khakis and high techs. Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man. Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game.
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang. Bone be me gang.
Flesh: We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage. (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on. So, leave 'em alone. They come. They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blown, lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on. You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh, I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda. You're runnin' up eye to eye with death. Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin. Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em, (winnin'/greetin') 'em with me nine, runnin' with thugs and hustlas and murderin' 'em every time.
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang. Bone be me gang.
Bizzy: Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper, reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper. Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter. Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver. When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta. Buck 'em. Buck 'em. Motherfuck 'em. Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas. So back up off me. No stack won't let me slip. When a nigga start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard. Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta, quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga. My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast, get up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. Tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers. It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop. Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug. You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas. Blood, me fillin' 'em (...?...) me murder. I show no mercy. Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see.
Krayzie: Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up. They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump. Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked. Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it. Now, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click, and now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back, tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash. Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs, and I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves. Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come, nigga, meet my hood and fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta, he'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch. Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run, so the po-po don't catch up--nigga can't be arrested. One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're feelin' 187. Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and nigga that pick up Mossberg, the quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman. That's all you heard.
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang. Bone be me gang. Bang, bang, bang, bang
Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich. Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit. Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug. Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud. With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack, and I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag, ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside, and I can't escape, some say it's a phase. If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge. It's a raid. Put your face to pave. If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed. Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe. I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said, "Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit. And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell." Trail to the back with the money in the sack, locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail. Well, tickets I'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and I break fast. Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash. At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth. Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks, only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool. I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'. Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya. See, a nigga creep on a come up.
Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.
Layzie: See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down, steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid. Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder that'll get a nigga locked the cage. Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause. What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit, but a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store. Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown, 'cause tonight's the night. Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face so a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight. Stole two cars, and I parked one north, parked one east for the smooth switch. When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a nigga don't dwell in the same shit? Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene, and there's no one I can spot. So I get my ass down, looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rock. Now I jump my ass in. Start to fillin' up the bag, and a nigga comin' up on these diamonds. Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings, and some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining. Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open, grabbed all the money they had. And a nigga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah, got to let my niggas check out my bag. And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned, and ain't no bullshit get brung up. That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid, 'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up.
Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.
Bizzy: Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang. Nigga that's the click on my brain, (?) another victim insane. Feel the murderous nerve--this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me. Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis. Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me cock this. Nigga must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage. Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shoulda seen her tremble. Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms. It's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em. Don't gimme no hassle, bitch, 'cause I've been scopin' for weeks, and I know y'all got some shit. Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'. Ladies and babies scream onto the floor. ["Shut up and listen!"] It's a jack move, fools. Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese, and answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'? Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said. Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red. One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness. He made out with a smooth thirty Gs. So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness. So with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to my thugs, 'cause I done made it clean as fuck, and I flees the scene with a buck buck, 'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up.
For the love of money. Gotta make that money, man. That money, man. It's still the same, now.
Flesh: Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine, and bitch if you slip, you hit the chalk and fall in the nighttime. Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses. Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home, polishin' the MAC-1O chrome. Gotta lick we can hit, so bring your shit, 'cause once again, it's on. To the dome with a fifth of (burb), my wig to the curb, so we swerve and rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug and follow the murder for robbin' the dopehouse. Smoke jump outta me bong, so high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge. I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay. Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up. Bulldozed through the living room, hopped out of the car, and started to blow up. Buck, buck, and a kabloom, me blew all them bodies all over the room. Them doomed. And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's comin'. Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny. I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause Flesh be lovin' this money, this money.
Layzie: I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas, makin' that money, stayin' on your feet. And you better believe gotta have that cheese for the green leaves, never catch me sleep. Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime, and I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello, makin' me sale--twenties, nickels and dimes. Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'. Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven. That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat. Mission: to check a mill and still be real. Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up, won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some green, 'cause soldiers nut up. What up? Gotta get that business on, even though the buddah run me, stun me, feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for the love of the money.
For the love of money. Gotta make that money, man. That money, man. It's still the same, now.
Eazy-E: Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks. Aw, shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops, so I dash, I duck, and I hides behind a tree, makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me. Now my fat sack of rocks--hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em. Police on my
draws. I had to pause, and yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em. Now my game is tight. Tight as fuck is my game. Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright it's all the same. Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip. I gotta have it, bitch. for the love of this shit. Muthafucka!
Gotta make that money, man. That money, man. It's still the same, now.
Bizzy: When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime. Follow me down the nine nine, and you will find all of me kind. Check out the Ripsta, now, drop down. Run 'em up outta me hood. Rip's straight when I'm makin' me grip with a me click, rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be. Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood. Got nothin' to lose, bitch. Ya better respect Rip, or ya best just check this slug. It's goin' down, steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang. Bang. Gotta make that money, man. It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild. And follow me now, while I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see. For the dub, you're done. For the bud, I run, for the love of my money.
Krayzie: Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game. So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days when niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid. Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money. You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass, 'cause me and my nigga was hungry. And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might just catch one to the temple, and um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple and run. To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers. Remember: me killa, now. For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer, 'cause, bitch, you were slippin'. I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down. Steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'. Nigga drugdealin', needin' a million. Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'. For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut, where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies, and when I stick ya and lick ya, remember: I get 'em up for the love of money.
For the love of money.
Krayzie: Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats, nigga, yeah, rollin' with Ruthless Records in this bitch. My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone. And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house.
For tha love of money. Ummm, ooohohohwell, well, wellooooh. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money, ahhhahhh(For tha love of money.)ahhhoh yeah! (For tha love of money.) Ahh harderahh(For tha love of money)ah ahhh ahhh umm. (For tha love of money) For tha love of Moneeeeeyyyy! (For tha love of money.) What people will do for tha love of money (For tha love of money.) For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For the love of money. For the love of money. For the love of money. For the love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. Oh come on baby, unngh harder(For tha love of money.)oh harder, harder, ohyeah! (For tha love of money.) Umm damn, work it aww yeah, (For tha love of money.) Aww umm ahhumm. (For tha love of money) For tha loveoohove of money. (For tha love of money) W hat people will do for tha love of money! (For tha love of money.) You're just a sinner for tha love of money. (For tha love of money) don't' you know, don't you know, don't you know that money is the root of (For tha love of money) evil. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money
guess who's back (scream+loud gunshot) right about now its time for those notorious thugs Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie Flesh, and that nigga DJ U-Neek mo thug takin over so you best beware cuz we came to shut this motherfuckea down
(Flesh and DJ Uneek talkin') ya, bone comin back at you bitches for the 97 ya, these mothafuckaz didnt think it was on old playa-hatin ass niggaz ya my niggaz brung they style to the table 1st nigga, why dont you relize, reconize, idolize its over bitch, its the art of war
BONE: retaliation (6)
abort, when its the art of war the art of war, of war (x4)
abort, when its the art of war 1 and 2 world war playa playa we done party over time see we done partied over time (x2)
Krayzie Bone This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands
[chorus] As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue ligh
Bizzy: A yo they comin' to get Rip? Equipped wit' my sawed-off, polish it off until its replenished Soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially 357 me catch you Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and you came Ain't shit changed, M11's grenades and an AK-47s, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank And you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon You can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus He done creepin' deep, puttin those to sleep 'til raise up on my enemy. Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, spread 400 years of oppression Spread the message I ain't finishes, diminished you so-called critics So fuck them billboards and the billboard status can kick it You fucked up for a while for today, but that was a trial Man, and I don't know how, style through with them crowds And now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to gather around Remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town, and only a bitch would bite that we can't allow Gotta go claim my style, ready to beat you down Hittin them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready Buck them flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I break your head in.
Krayzie: I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pinnin me , yo, but some nigga just told me He put in your record, and you was disrespectin' off the T-O-P Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it, down We see that you fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass down Whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club Ready slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk,if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin' you,doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the St. Clair niggas bust Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk Nigga tried a 211, fucked around, got 187 Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody but them T-H-U-G's With artillery, we come with heat. Nigga, please, freeze Put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe And these are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya and You're gonna die.
As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light.
Layzie: Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. Let this be the reason: Niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cap that thug who raps, steady put down, pay me Criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? nigga hear this My niggas are down With murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same But Artillery shop, we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon Ready for the war all day, won't action, playa hation steady, we sprayin Hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop The government's all on my dick, wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop You see the policemen they give me no break Fin to rest in Peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks I got mo' money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks Refuse the peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on.
Wish: When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs/harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us. Fuckin around on wicked streets I grew up on, wanna sound like us and none of you do. We come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you bring You shoot, we shoot Better watch out watch out for them thugsta nigga, niggas sneakin' up on you I told You: it's comin'--Armageddon [new world order] If we get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin', we none Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know We gettin' our shit together Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, ya go! Ya go!
We Thuggish Ruggish niggaz always And we ready to bring a War with you man, with you man
Look into my eyez and tell me what it is you see (would you look into my eyez) Look into my eyez and tell me what it is you see (would you tell me what)
BIZZY:
Comin through the door with my militia wanna give break to big niggaz fuck ya'll but there ain't no bodyguardz I'm diggin in Soldier Killaz, been livin all my live long niggaz always maintained givin my babies all of my money but my diamonds still will be shining my game you know me homies got mo love and I'm blessed when I'm rollin my sentence cuz I'm blessed with Mo Thug gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders Jesus sent me his roll, a loco sober on a revolver hold em down buck em all to Hell cuz I'll sho'nuff let them see that the bullet hole was too much no luck to get "Doed" up all of your niggaz is out the surges, say that your body better not get sawed off hold up and wait a minute its time for MO THUG bet ya'll niggaz need to get read
CHORUS
KRAYZIE
Its a feelin a day when they hate to see me but they can never fade me them stuffed in the trunk of my Mercedes, Krayzie ready and you can believe it true when you leavin, wanna get even? We get even, finna set it off in Cleveland welcome to the party but no Pro-BONE imitators allowed cuz we ain't tryin to front nobody, but you rap with a Bone-ify everybody say the same thing way back in the days a couple might have been twisted but man really been caught what they sayin man cuz if he did, wouldn't go ballistic now if you could LOOK INTO MY EYEZ and tell me directly what you see I'd tell you that your probably seeing revenge and its filling within buck em all if I can't get my respect come on ya'll put them to red (red) with a ugly ugly mess but never the less we won't stress it
LAYZIE
All I see is a soldier, pistol and holster givin you the most a toast to them thugs it be nothing but the love and bud that we brought to the table and these haters wanna test get slugged put em in the mud Harmony smooth with Thugness, Mo Murda to the fools that cloned 5 true thugs down for the roughness and its one when you grab these Bones, we can get it on and I'm frontin all ya fakers ya'll know who you are when ya'll tried that rollin with the East since 93 shuttin shit down in the industry, nigga can you buy that? I know everybody wanna roll with Pros and make friends to foes but we're Chosen God done blessed us with this potion pure devotion freely spoken baby you don't wanna see the BONE ever, see together my click too clever ridin through the days of the stormy weather remember Eternal it means forever lasting #1 Assassin blastin, bashin on all you haters with boards all the Heavens gonna be ruined, truez when He come we won't be losing, prove them wrong. . .
WISH
I see five Thuggish Ruggish them ready to roll wherever I go true to prove that you ain't wanna be a killa but I gotta get down for mine thats for sho' he out there clownin around, you rhyme the style you got is all mine when I see you bitch I'm going in your pockets double-time and its like that you don't want that come and get some pap-pap wanna sound like, wanna be like uh now you know we can't have dat why you clones wanna bite the Bone's raps? Platinum raps everybody startin ain't doing nothin, trying to make something out of nothin, buck it lets peel caps lyrically put em down,Bone put him in his place you one of you biters, you biters, you biters, you biters you biters hey now Look Into My Eyez bet you'll see a really thuggin Thug, puttin it down for HARMONY
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott]
Krayzie
We paper chase and smoke blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the ouija, so I can see If maybe he can tell me why you hatin' on me Bitin' on me, why you want me To show a nigga leatherface in me Don't fuck around nigga he's a real buck 'em down nigga Motherfuck rappin' how bout fuckin' with me now nigga Niggas get your checks from your broads get high Then your broads sneak your keys from your niggas and ride Everybody wanna party even the niggas with a problem Hey nigga we can solve em, 'cause bitch we'll squash 'em Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef But you also got the clone styles and all Mo T. See me rappin' on your tv actin' And it's a fact that when you see us in person think we gon' flex or show you no action Down for mine, gotta show a nigga time to time So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme So they can understand I feel with so much anger and pain And if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga Fuck calm time to ring the alarm Break the niggas out of prison killin' all the guards, woo! Power to the people givin' people the power to put it down in your city And fuck them hillbillies Nigga I can't stand no mothafuckin' po-po When will we start killin' these bitches and takin' no more Mo thug the only clique that I claim Although we all beyond the bangin' You could say I roll with a gang And then some chin checkers in the makin' So nigga continue with the rotation
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott]
Bizzy
I heard I murda I heard I murda I heard
Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders look what they did to Tyrone Flippin' the flow then let it burn What if the pistols and police stay strong for the Bone Bitch, you fuckin' with all of the black cat feet And in 1999 when ya meet up in Egypt Bet it be no peace to release the beats Settle with the streets and get em all peace Get up and at least we don't take defeat Bitch never retreat Nigga lose your arms Better use your feet Pick up my henny henn nigga yeah yeah yeah Get up off the rock We're corrupt as a four dollar buck Come and get fucked up And get out the county nigga get rowdy take out a bounty Disappear-pear, in an alley, reappear-pear, off in Cali And you feel me daddy, proudly I done stalk like a mad man And went through shit in Cleveland With the band Now look at me platinum Fuck the rap and tour the bitch made hation nation nowadays an occupation So why you hate me still can't fade me away Go on, be gone, and the point of view was made with the song And murder they prophets in spots, spots, spots
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott]
Layzie
How you see me when you see me drinking on Henessey and Remy Look in my eyes my shit is dreamy Beggin' to Scotty won't you beam me up I buck twelve gauge erupt disrupt your order infantry Y'all better expect annihilation, fuckin' around with an SCT And better be a soldier organize up on the love and just us Armies see, full of harmony and niggas in thugs we trust So nigga I bust so back up off me, givin' no mercy shit is critical Killin you individual wit' a ouija type ritual I'm diggin' a ditch for all of you po-po who felt you could come and raid Ain't no way to be safe Nigga this the army brigade So listen up and hear what's spoken as I start this locomotion Retaliate because we chosen Open showin' us Lord's devotion yeah
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott]
Wish
Now when you're fuckin' with me Make sure you know what you're doin' got niggas that know what they doin' rollin' with me Infrared to your head don't beg you dead we fled Gotta get away Gotta make sure I'm free so when you need me I can buck another day It's a Bone thang Better ride ride 'Cause when you're fuckin' with You gon' die die Don't be surprised, Bone want your presidents wanna run it all Run all of it all of it Fuck that dumb, fuck that dumb Us niggas is super skilled Don't pull no gun if you ain't gon' spit Click clack clack be the sound These police and haters is wrong, uh We buckin' em down Trust in me and harmony, I find peace Eternally bless my soul Lord And everybody that rides with me It's from me to you It's from me to you [me to you] It's just our point of view It's just our point of view [point of view, point of view] Yeah And that's why I stay high So high so high like la dee dah dah dah La dee dah dah dah So high so high
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott]
Verse 1: flesh, krayzie, layzie ???????? Gotta catch one to ya dome ?oh-oh, oh-oh Finna put him on yha ??? Get thah money n tha ____ Watch for tha cops, stop, its time to get tha job done, we go Ya'll know i ain't neva been a nigga tryin ta play N a nigga just a killa tryin ta make a livin Steady gettin ready for armagedon But i'm high in tha meantime N killaz from way down Wanna come n let krayzie getta grave Write phukk you hoes across my tombstone N bury wit my guage (my gauge) Fillin em wit pump ta pump N if you an enemy whacha want My nigga we gon bang on tha records No battle, no m.c.'s, or names in your mouth You get phukked up We flippin on tha northcoast Cuz everybody wanna claim my style We could bukk-n-rough shit I'm puttin a bitch in tha coffin Fa tryin ta test a nigaaz nuts, but yo Hey, can we play Cuz i gotta lotta shhit i wanna launch your way, way Betta not phukk wit all of us No, no? Hell yeah Got me flippin in tha northcoast Homie, rememba it's tha crook that wrote tha book I'm off tha hook (off tha hook) Ya'll niggaz betta tak another look Cuz if you playa-hate tha bone Then ya life'll get took, so quick Neva bringin you no bullshit man Face ta faces n asiassin game Bringin tha heat Ya'll niggaz bringin it lame But if you wanna bring tha pain Then you gotta maintain Comin in on anutha level I'mma put you on date, at tha top of tha pile Fake niggaz wanna claim my style But imma break em on down Ho, you gotta kill me nigga Cuz itz tha thuggish ruggish sound That ya lookin for, betcha fo Everybodyz boy wanna be like bone n stay high Lil kidz no longer wanna be like mike Thatz right, they tryin ta be like bone N keep thuggin fa life Gettin ready for tha end dawg Wit my nigga ken dawg, hustlaz, shiftaz n tre Ii tru, aj, all tha same muthaphukkaz from around my way This iz how we play Everyday itz tha same ol' same Around my way, around my way We'll be thuggin ah-round my way This iz how we play Everyday itz tha same ol' same Around my way, around my way Come around my way, my way, my way Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug
Verse 2: bizzy, wish
Lil nigga wanna come n feel my pain(pain) On tha brain itz a stress, a strain Tha game iz pain(pain) What about those hoez, oh no Lil quija fa sure to teach bone N if hez wrong, well hez gone For my journey ta keep me strong But dear lord i miss my people N it just seemz so evil N that i cant kiss my kidz goodnight Puttem ta bed, they're so tired Getcha sleep n thatz alright,thatz alright I'll get mine, yeah i'll get mine It'll take time, minimum crime Weed n wine i'll be just fine Got sumpin buggin on my people Whut? In tha bakk of a caddy Jumpin out caddies, spreadin through alleyz In cleveland n cali like daddy n uh No luv for
Maje$ty: Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more.
Layzie: My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum. You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop. Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport. Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough. I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye ah.
Bizzy: So I'm ready for more. Maje$ty: Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more.
Bizzy: I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal. Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen. Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.
Bizzy: So, I'm ready for more. Maje$ty: Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more.
Maje$ty: My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in. Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.
Layzie: Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime. The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead. All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded. Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score. Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.
Bizzy: When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil. Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral. Get 'em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.
Krayzie: You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me. Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me. But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none. Static's automatic fun, want some? Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum. See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire. Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats. Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah. Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it. We sent it. We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it. You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang Mo Thugs is all you claim stay thug up in this game and remain the same So follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin' buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come up,
Everybody get up, get down (x4)
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the grip Gotta have another bill, y'all Dog, I need all my change Soon as creep up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit That's why we choose this thugsta music You just move it dont abuse it Bone so lovely Gotta get, gotta get, get money [mo' money] Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real, I'm ready to show when they let niggas roll with Mo Thug hit the shit then we roll with murder we told ya Rollin', blowin' indo, we go niggas doubted we are trues, yeah Ready to bust on anything Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Nobody move, no
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind? Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with. 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam, dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my (back/bank).
Layzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga, gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though. When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up. Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test, stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be dead.
Bizzy:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind), nigga. And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...) what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me, roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a pop up away, and child confused before me).
Wish:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind? Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate, mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, "You wanna feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die. I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.
Krayzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Krayzie Bone and the bone, with my mighty-mighty warriors With my mighty-mighty warriors
*Cause this is all real, what you see I said it's all real it's just the thug in me
Nigga just because Krayzie quiet speak less Don't be mistaking my kindness for weakness Humble but ready to rumble My violent side I can't deny I'm like a Jekyl and Hyde gemini Look if you see me quiet then I'm plotting to riot why tell me why tell me why I'm labeled a menace but I like it Destroy ya paranoia will make me blow you away but hey Nigga got to close to me and that ain't how it's supposed to be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall Better act like yo know I'm rolling with Mo posse up Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs As we strut as thugs we must doin our best to obey god violent in these times Got to do what you gotta do war till ninety-nine Slim nigga gotta get up and go and get it if it's really coming Now I got it and I'ma floor the niggas acting the safety's off come and get it if you really want it (Hey, hey, hey) It's hating baby they gotta be so cold the gotta be heartless In certain situations like retaliation
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Niggas be keeping it all real we keeping it all real with the real if it's real stay be real (x2)
We come with nothing but the real thing baby Krayzie got nothing but the real thing baby We come with nothing but the real thing baby Krayzie got nothin but the real thing the real thing
Baby now this is the sound of me and my trues we put this down way down So now if you hear me releasing some shells Hit the ground with the quickness lay better stay down on the darkside Take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind Nigga say fuck the wine indo inside swisher sweet get me high
Ain't nothin get to nothin somethin got to be real real somethin got to be real (x2)
I still be thuggin in the khakis boots and skullies And since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta make that money man (x2)
It's real always (x8)
Last night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I fell in this fucked up state of mind Slipped in the dream and I see demons telling me it's time to die Why me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window I'm ready to bang bang bang aim the 12 gauge pump let my lead go Give it up for the bloody murda mo bloody murda mo mo See a nigga when he go through the window had to put a bigger hole in his soul If he get away running out my backdoor with me sawed-off swinging Get ready to duck now to the guts buck pap pap pow
I claim my thang to slang (murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo) Them bloody bodies kill 'em all send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain (x2)
Now I know I done did some dirt in my time cause the devil was stressing my mind messing with my mind nigga Bone don't know every day they lie Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if I only pray Maintain cause a nigga was lusting For money had to get it cause a nigga was struggling I hit him with the Mossberg y'all heard about Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface till them lay round after round after round They'll fall down down May they lay from the eruption man We putting them six feet deep we buck we bang
im just tryin to protect myself you know what im sayin for the wars to come straight warrior what cho gonna do when they come for you yall feel me
times, hard times lord my hard times you know it got me feelin bent up n stuff smokin and drinkin too much again, it slowly erase my sunshine (x2)
cant he see that we are in need to be free(free) (x4)
and yes we would be blessed if we could rest in heaven( heavin, heavin, heavin) and wouldnt you be blessed if you could rest in heaven(heaven, heaven, heaven)
now I can I facts with God as my witness that this wickedness will not remain youve got to make up your mind you wanna be saved? make up your mind or do you wanna die? you wanna die oh yes were thugs were more than thugs got soldiers wastelands warriors were on a mission for God so bartenda, bartenda, bartenda so much hurt and pain bloddy murders man so much hurt and pain bloody murders man
Layzie: It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls. Babi Boi, my Angel, Daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads [Crossroads]. Bizzy: Babi Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
[Everybody] Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta, these things guidin' your struggles. All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors (...?...) These are the days of our lives [lives]. Do or die, (that died to Boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our society. Try at of every attempt to quiet me, I got a nation that's down to ride with me. Here's the deal, can I get a witness? It's deeper than survival. Who am I? My brother's keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die. The wicked is near me, dearly departed, but nobody hears me. Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me. Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block. I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me, so I stay strapped. (Don't pose for the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the same ol' bullshit questions, knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days, keepin' a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, don't make me hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, make a move and I'll have to hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder.
Bizzy: Baby Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
Still to this day, it's a struggle, addicted to trouble, we never goin' change. Mom made us thugs, see. Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G. (?) loves thee. Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up, seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse and ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal. If I struggle, thank God. I'm a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin', just called it a lesson, 'cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell. See a nigga walkin' the streets, and they label us foolish children, 'cause I always knew this, while the rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless. Fuck what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven. Look at my stomach and see the "7," even scales is how I'm bailin', rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tells, critic can kiss my ass. I might go to thinkin' about my past, get mad, I reach in my stash and blast. Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit, and soon as we hit, now what do we get? These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick, but you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it. You can't believe it. It ain't that season. Get to steppin', hater. Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I'm proud. Mo Thug and I'm proud. Loud! Proud! Loud! Proud!
Bizzy: Baby Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for the night stormers. No light's in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya, caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa. Wasteland soldier, see what we facin', chasin' po-po on the hood like Jason, casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly. Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men, and we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet. See, I'll be damned if we surrender, agenda's still no pretender, put it all down, make 'em all remember: deep in Hell is where I'll send ya. Welcome to the Land of more indo. We smoke. We choke. You know we blaze. Break out any cup with the pipe, what's up? Parlay, come around my way. Lay keep it real. Keep it real. Peace be still, time after time, can't forget that money, man, that money, man. Mo' money be on mind, bottom line.
Bizzy: Baby Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
*If I could teach the world (whole wide world) to be a thug-n-harmony (harmony) Then I would teach the world(whole wide world) to be a thugsta just like me (like me) (x2)
How many mo days on this old earth can you see It's a crime to me So we should get ready for armageddon cause I know God should be ready to roll to go through all of the wicked shit like mr. police-man and duck if you want to pump ya fist in tha air and pray for the politicians freely; get a amen? The last days of the last days
Thats why I get high, that's why I get high I'm holdin on to my soul but nobody knows when it all unfolds then when I don't go remember the days cause I all I got I go on my own with BONE BONE BONE muggin runnin through your door hoes speakin of the last day its on with the plastic trial What do you know but I can't go wrong when I kick it wit my song I turn it up cause you love that THUGGISH RUGGISH BONE BONE BONE crossroads what rules the world enough to make it where we almost lost those who meant so much why wasn't I chose? But it will not stop BONE Those shots don't drop BONE nooooooo no If I could teach the world to be a thug like me Everybody thuggin in heaven eternally
Everyday the world goes round and round I see it's a small world after all cause I can go met n agree with my fans smoke a little weed and have a little laugh at chall but everynow and then I gets caught up in a playa hation Lord what's wrong with the nation, erase em' but if I could teach the world to be a thug just like me You could live your lifestyle worry free in the arms of the Lord eternally No mystery, but check the essence of the story The warrior wasteland warrior so true divine It's mine, east 19-99 It's where ya find'in all of my kind, everytime
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(if I, if I) We steadily united, not farly divided My thugsters the tightest As good as I got it, they don't need to find us Us killer and fighters, cuz the critics n writers mixed up when they typed up our story The wannabe warrior, that's for sure and as thugs we're more and more
I got, we got too much shit to give, got shit to give Expensive but still and still it's all for the little kids come on ohhhh follow me (BONE), way to go, we know the way to go follow me follow me BONE and that's why I stay high cause I got shit to deal with the government and these playa-hataz out to kill Wish Wanna hurt this but uhuh I got two mo thug niggaz you just cant fuck with Artillery you can come with Nigga betta let it rest shit (shit) To the little boys and girls all over the world the shit that we say is from the streets not for you to go and do uh or to repeat, plaese if we can no more murder how must I say this, if we can no more murder
