Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Collection Vol.1 [compilation] (1999) by Bone Thugs N Harmony (보컬) on maniadb.com

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

Krayzie:
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up.
Twelve gauges bust up in ya. Playa haters, we be quick to pin ya.
You know we know you don't wanna roll,
'cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya. Oh, yeah.

Layzie:
Right off the jump, ooh, now I gotsta let you know when you see me runnin',
rollin' with them big shotguns, and we deep when we creep, never sleepin' and
we droppin' them whammies on fools, who wanna get dumb and numb. Now, that you
know like that. These niggas come around; they don't know how to act. In fact,
I'm at the track in the back with a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed
and up to no good, Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that. Bang or slang.
Now bail on over to your thugs, so me and the rest of these thugs can marinade,
marinade. We straight. Get high, so high, that's how my mental, that's how my
mental state is like. Parlay, parlay, like everyday. Don't think I don't pin
playa hation ya, but ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11, .357
automatic weapons from my shelf. The niggas wanna take my health and wealth,
check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win. You took it to the
head with a fifth of Hen, now we in a red Five-hundred Benz, oh, we roll, r
oll. Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock, 'bout to hit this
corner, livin' like a thug on the real. Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on
ya? All playa haters goners.

Krayzie:
Murder, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda them all. They fall. They fall. Buck.
Buck. Oh, yeah. Niggas--they get it then pissed off, and a, and a to fuck with
the wrong muthafuckas. They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh, we got
somethin' to put you back into your trunk quick. Hey, that fo'-fo' magnum, gon'
handle 'em, ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat, execution,
I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth. You plot me, 'cause you
watch me, watch me, watch me. My nigga, we know what you're thinkin' 'bout, but
bitch, if you run up and try me, I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
that be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin' what have I got to make sure they lit
him up good. And you still find me. Where? [You know we bullshit.] East 99,
drugdealers and po-po--yeah, that's the Clair. Bone runnin' back to Mo', and
that's Cleveland, Cleveland. You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'. If
somebody got beef, we got millions done made. I rollin' thug records for ya, s
ee my nigga, we com with nothin' to lose. And bitch, if ya try me, (...?...)
all those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room. If I could just look up
and see haters dyin' [-yin' -yin'] and flip up my mind, and whenever you think
I'm quiet, I get plots on the riot, riot--bang. That's way ya get 'em, man:
[get 'em, man; get 'em, man.] sneak up on 'em, and you kill 'em, and they won't
fuck with ya no more. You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body.
Smokers, chill. My niggas, gotta get me sloppy. High, oh, so, so high.
Wish:
Come on, come on, don't be shy. Let's get high.
Krayzie:
We got the herb.
Wish:
If you want some, want some. We got weed indeed. You need some, need some? Aw,
yeah. I know this just might sound crazy, but lately gotta roll with my gun,
'cause the haters they hate me, wanna hurt that nigga, Bone. Niggas somehow,
someway get paid, and quit playa hatin'. That buck to the bang, everything I
got, I got 'cause we rhyme, thai rhyme. Had to thug it out, but it came in
time, just in time. And you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you, so either
way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown. Bone gon' on with
your bad self, hey, hey, hey, blowin' up your face with your pistols and get
with that buck to the bang, bang, bang. Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on,
'cause nigga, we cool, we cool. Don't forget: playa haters get that buck to the
bang all up in that body. Got 'em, got 'em. We won't be slippin'. We just might
be peepin' you all the time. I'm comin'. I'm gunnin', and I put that on the
double nine.

Bizzy:
Shoot 'em up always, hate when I break you off and you loss and make it look to
bossy. Let there be coffins for all of your offspring, now. Let there be
coffins for all of your offspring for the police on the corner, creepin' up,
here comes them soldiers pullin' up, better watch one of them St. Clair niggas.
Put it in a gutter, better (often) and doze ya. Really know ya should'na let me
jumpin' up out your shit, you runnin' with a gang of bitches for you, ready
when I'm ready to do it you. It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change,
it's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin', and the Bizzy
maintain. Nigga, this the Northcoast homie. That city where the St. Clair
niggas sell dope. I hear police. Roll deep in the set, see none of us scared,
and we show that it's on, bitch. Bang. You feel the pitch of my trigger
finger's a bitch. I done put it down with-a my click, and stood on my own, and
(kill flesh). And I rest on the nine, I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my
dogs, and 'em al
l niggas been (?) Little Bizzy, but it's all good, I still ball. And I know
when ya roll, I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone, we can show it, and since
I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer, my niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all
know it. Playas takin' up off the style; well, if you think I'm scared, you
(dead wrong) did you think when I break you down.

Krayzie:
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up.
Twelve gauges bust up in ya. Playa haters, we be quick to pin ya.
You know we know you don't wanna roll,
'cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya. Oh, yeah.

Bone bone bone bone, wasteland soldier
These are the days of our lives
I be strugglin' and hustlin' and thuggin' it forever
Come and look deeply in my eyes
I be strugglin' and hustlin' and thuggin' it forever and ever
Bone, gat 'em for eternal warfare

Only time will tell who dies
Only time will tell who dies
These are the days of our lives
Come look deeply in my eyes
These are the days of our lives

See the murder mo the lies
These are the days of our lives
These are the days of our lives
These are the days of our lives

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Eternally thugs but now I come tellin' them soldia stories
Me daily collectin' my lesson without a good question
Without any question, stressin' no restin' me jammin' this blessin'

Shouldn't be angry rangin' 'cause once this world
Was bringi'n me down mesmerized controlled
By the otha side not knowin' who was in my town lookin' for me

But he won't get me in time fuck with
Bone in tha glock and these rhymes we rhyme
Betta believe it's all tha time nigga we ride
We straight up soldiaz ready and I told ya
We walk before we go roll and nigga we ride all of y'all

Y'all my dogs if you call if you fall you can bet on that
Nigga that I will be there lean on me but let us get rid of tha enemy
Strictly for singin' that wild wild if you think you can hang

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Thuggin' in the studio y'all know we roll hydro every time
We rhyme I'm high look at me deeply in my eyes I rise
Stay on top of the game, nowhere did I had to run
No way did I had to turn sherm but a lot of these niggas won't learn
With the money that I earn won't burn so come again

Betta watch that mac-ten nigga this one's for me and my friends
We steadily rollin' I told ya keep bringin' mo' platinum, they know us
Pap pap put it all in tha ground yeah, Bone, yeah, we used to get down
With tha clack back put it on the ground, now get down

Now it must be cops stroll when I roll in a hindo indo standin'
All out of my window singin' Little Eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold
But he doesn't got stress for the peeps the streets and none of these
Ponies homies call me screw 'em, puffed up tha weed and smoke

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

And it ain't no mystery the fist of weed and I betta put it inna
Me sneakers little ripsta scripture sistah
When you see me I don't want that weeders say they in
Baby, don't we have to give up one for my friends

Twinny twin, twin not once did I give up defeat so
So who wanna bag who wanna bag you wanna bag
You wanna bag you gotta bag, so send him off the docks
'Til my niggas off him across the road, only my Lord can tell who dies
So pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it to get tha of our lives

My Lordy Lord, maintain, it's hard 'cause I'm a soldia at war
'Cause everybody wanna try to pick out tha devil in me
But tha evil that's betta than me
He keeps me at ease take notes 'cause here we come

That murda mo coming to carry you oh you oh
They comin' to see me pullin' me gauge out
And put it up to ya temple and we'll blow your brain out
Ony bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see
That we are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Now come into my world and you can see that
We are more than thugs
With just a little twist of harmony
Bud smokin' lethal warriors

Only time will tell who dies
Come look deeply in my eyes
See the murda mo the lies
These are the days of our lives

Over, over. Don't break down yet, it's over.
Over, over. Don't break down yet, it's over.
Over, over.

Wish:
Steady breakin' me on down.
Mariah:
Oooh.
Wish:
Break, breakdown. Steady breakin' me on down.
Break, breakdown. Steady breakin' me on down.

Mariah:
You called yesterday to basically say that you care for me, but that you're just not in love.
Immediately, I pretended to be feeling similarly, and led you to believe I was O.K. to just walk away from the one thing that's
unyeilding and sacred to me.

Mariah:
Well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant [Wish: Break, breakdown. Steady breakin' me on down] about it, and I'm going to
extremes to prove I'm fine without you, but in reality I'm slowly losing my mind underneath the guise of a smile. Gradually, I'm
dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel, and I lie convincingly, 'cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering, so I wear
my disguise 'til I go home at night, and turn down all the lights, and then I break down and cry.

Mariah:
So what do you do when somebody you're so devoted to suddenly just stops loving you? And it seems they haven't got a clue
of the pain that rejection is putting you through. Do you cling to your pride and sing "I will survive?" [Krayzie: Gotta get
control and roll, roll, roll on.] Do you lash out and say, "How dare you leave this way?" Do you hold on in vain as they just slip
away?

Mariah:
Well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant [Wish: Break, breakdown. Steady breakin' me on down.] about it, and I'm going to
extremes to prove I'm fine without you, but in reality I'm slowly losing my mind underneath the guise of a smile. Gradually, I'm
dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel, and I lie convincingly, 'cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering, so I wear
my disguise 'til I go home at night, and turn down all the lights, and then I break down and cry.

Wish:
Gonna break ya down, down, down, only if ya let it [Don't let it.]. Everyday crazy situations rockin' my mind tryin' to break me
down, but I won't let it. Forget it. If ya feel the same way that I do, then let me help y'all, all singin' tunes, sayin' "It's all right,
it's all right, it's all right, yeah." Hopin' for the sun, but it looks like rain, B-O-N-E, but it's still the same. Came far, but it's been
a long road. Trouble's gonna come but we gotta stay strong. Hold on.

Krayzie:
Aw, yeah, I often feel the pressures, y'all, but nevertheless Krayzie won't fall. It's over. It's endin' here [here]. I said it's over.
It's endin' here [here], so I'll be on my way, and maybe we can meet up in the future one day, but for now I'm bailin', bailin'.
Bailin', baby, gotta get up, can't take no more. I'm headed for the door, come and take a look into a thug humble eye. Tell me:
if we lived a lie, would our souls unite?

Layzie:
Every new day is a test for me, so I just pray the Lord for Him to bless me, please. There's struggles I'm goin' through lately,
breaks me down, set me free. Let me be. Let me be. Who else do I have to rely on? Whose shoulder can a thug go cry on?
Can I get my vibe on? While you look into my eyes, you won't underestimate, and this soldier story, I'm'a tell you right now
I'm fed up. Wrong if I let my lead bust? Hard to keep your head up. Don't let this world get the best of you, I'm a stress you
through it, if it's over, over, over. Don't breakdown yet, it's over.

Mariah:
Well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine without you, but in reality I'm
slowly losing my mind underneath the guise of a smile. Gradually, I'm dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel, and I lie
convincingly, 'cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering, so I wear my disguise 'til I go home at night, and turn down
all the lights, and then I break down and cry

Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .
This is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on.
[Simulated clapping.]
Krayzie:
Notorious thugs.
Layzie:
Nothin' but them thugstas. Nothin' but them thugstas [thugstas].

Notorius B.I.G.:
Armed and dangerous: ain't too many can bang with us. Straight up weed, no angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas
that love to bust. It's strange to us, y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin' up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just
sittin' here tryin' to win, try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them
Benjamins. Nigga, you'd shoot, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at
all the bullshit I've been through: so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two. Then a blue light,
niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit.
Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click,
squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I
gotsta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run? Seems to me that you'll take B, Bone and
B.I.G., nigga, die slowly. I'm a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything 'round me. Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see
me. Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it. Nigga, roll the Benz,
fuckin' in it. Doesn't it seem odd to you? B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews. Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug
crew. Who's the killa: me or you?

Puff Daddy:
We forgive you, for you know not what you do.

Bizzy:
Seven A.M. woke in the morning, with Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. No dough, so pop a couple of those. Little
RIPsta, nigga, Mr. Clean. Make it deep, deep in my temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and
heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You willing to
die? We'll see how many flee when I 'cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained to be perfect disciples when it's
survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple six rivals spittin' fire, that's the real truth, bitch, breakin' down for lives, my
Messiah, better get ready for Armageddon, shoots expired, it's wild. Bless the child, the one that became a man, but them
positions' already there, all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend, never no surrender, no pretend, pick up my gun
in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. Hey, open and let 'em see if we're real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin,
baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin', and daily recrutin'. There's a thug born everyday in the ghetto. We start 'em off little, we
give 'em a bottle and a pen and pad. They hit the label, kick it.

Krayzie:
Little Kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now me go back to the curb. Me feelin' that urge to
splurge, but I'm broke as fuck. "Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve." Off into my pad, 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells to
put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get 'em mauled off, nigga, y'all lost. They get hauled off. Got a nigga callin', though, for the
pump, now Leatherface, Sin runnin', thuggin' and cuttin', Lil' Mo! Hart quick to pull it, ain't nothin'. Bitch, if you're steppin',
we're buckin' them guts. That's fucked up. Now let me get down for the crime. Got to go purchase a dime, put in the state,
nigga double the crime, smokin' the reefer to ease my mind. Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me
servin' 'em dummies, see. Gotta buck 'em on down, if they come talkin' like, "Give me back me money." Thuggin' with me
killas, need us a liter of liquor, but niggas ain't got shit, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back?
Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves, but I ain't had no dough. Gotta make some money, so I makin' my dummy rocks,
if I go broke.

It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .

We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .

Layzie:
[Yeah.] Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture, fin to get ya and hit ya with magic, drivin' out late, but I call on my
gadgets. With an automatic status, we spray. Time to load the glocks, but I'm thinkin' not, there's another evil force tellin' me
to do what I gotta do, so I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight, and I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue, biggy-blue's on my
ass. Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'? Grab artillery. Niggas start packin', 'cause a
muthafucka tried to get me in a jackin', and I did him." Hit 'em right between the eyes. The spot was wise. Wanna test a
nigga's size, and it cost him. Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit, y'all get mo mudered all day, all day. We can play that
way, and I'm on the run. I'm a call my boys, and bring all the guns. Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1, bloody red,
redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum.

Bizzy:
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Let's ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high .

Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa

Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk's back. Raisin' 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
30.06 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. Muthafuckas 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.

Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black nigga killa, what's up? You ready to die? You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, nigga--Cleveland's thuggish
ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit. Buck, buck, bust. Let 'em know we still run this bitch just like an assassin. Say,
nigga, we nice but can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? Nigga, you know what we came here for. You know,
when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show?
Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us in person so here we go [here
we go]. What is your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with killas.
Nigga, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer.

Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll. Niggas out tryin' to fuck with us, but I'm
givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no. 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to die, to die. Nigga, bye bye.
Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon' run? Naw. Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come,
come. And you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap. Really just out for
the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "Fuck y'all. Fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters. All,
y'all, y'all, y'all haters."

Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa.

Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm a black nigga killa--that's what you can label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna
fuck with us. You can't touch us. You ain't able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. Niggas don't
ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and snatch they soul like the Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat,
sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna fuck with me now? Lay 'em all
down when I creep through your town and clown. I bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
nigga killa.

Layzie:
['Cause dyin' be easy.] Nigga, you know what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the
murda mo', slayin'. Aw, shit. Just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer. We black nigga killas and down to ride for E [E].
He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N.W.A, nigga B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups,
marchin' like troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you. Picture yourself in a
coffin--so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your ass, simply for the cash.
Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis.
Gimme my space, shit, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that?
And I'll hit you back. Little nigga just wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some niggas
on corner 'round sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my niggas' at home playin' Bone. Could they rest
in peace? My niggas sleep. Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. Shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up,
always [nigga], always. That's why I shoot 'em up.

Eazy-E:
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin' . . .
War, war, war, war, war . . .
What is it good for? absolutely nothin, nothin', nothin', nothin . . .

Layzie:
We be the mighty mighty warriors [warriors] on the rise [on the rise] thug (censored) to my battle cries. warriors [warriors] on the rise [on the rise]. [time to die.] thug (censored) [time t
.], you better be ready for war. it's almost here--nineteen ninety-nine. could it be the endin', new millenium? sendin' them soldiers out to die, then they ride for the cause, screamin' (cens
We muggin', givin' no lovin' to these fake-ass laws, mo thuggin'. if you need to be prepared, pump your strap up in the air. let em' all loose if you ain't scared. shoot 'em up, if ya don't
Yeah! and i go to war for two thangs: challenge me. i want my (censored) cheese, my (censored) family. understand me: i ain't tryin' to tell you war ain't the lick, but in the streets, you
Your heat, or get your wig split. strategize, mental mind, and timin' it perfect on the attack. throw distraction in the front, come with the dumpin' from the back. yeah!

War, war, war, war, war . . .
What is it good for? absolutely nothin, nothin', nothin', nothin . . .

One, two, three, four . . .
Ride, ride, ride, ride. we're ready to pull out and ride, ride, ride, ride . . .
Ready . . . you're dead.

Flesh:
I'm comin' to test you (censored) fate. see how many of y'all are prepared for armageddon, should it be judgement day, still it's a big mistake. how many have been face to face with death befo
Tell me, how does it feel? real nervous? 'cause everybody's ready to kill if it's my will. safe outta my battle. quit lookin' or i might have to smoke you when i roast you with this beam. f
You through my scope, mo murdered. mighty, mighty warriors, some of the mighty, mighty trues still on the rise. if you wanna test, you die. then, i might make the news. we stompin' in steel-
Boots and suited up in fatigues, killin' a few (censored), army throw up the white flag and retreat. so many soldiers, so many stories of war. but what is it good for? nobody knows, and what
E world is over in two triple zero?

War, war, war, war, war . . .
What is it good for? absolutely nothin, nothin', nothin', nothin . . .

Wish:
If thangs don't change, i think we all gon' die. who's to say they wrong or right? you pushin' the button, not i, but we die, that's why i'm gatherin' up my soldiers [soldiers]. mo thug, mine
Prepared for war, because it's over [over]. red light, red light, red light, ride or die. it's gon' be casualties. so be ready to ride. and say it again: there's gon' be casualties, so be re
O ride. and i got your back [back, back, back] if it goes like that [that, that, that]. mo thug ready to ride, if it goes like that, and we all get papped, papped, papped. yeah, yeah.

War, war, war, war, war . . .
What is it good for? absolutely nothin, nothin', nothin', nothin . . .

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad.

Krayzie:
I'll never get over what some nigga told me: "Did you know that you're nigga, Wally, got pap pap at put in a coffin?" No! Why my nigga took a fall? Saw my nigga tryin' to swang them dums, (in the war) so we lost him. But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'em? I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum. I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked; oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for. But so did my nigga, my nigga--he's gone, and all he left was his memories. But when I die, you gon' see me. One, two, three, Wally rest in peace, please.

Wish:
Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain. Even niggas in the hood is no good, put one to your own homie's brain. And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs. Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away. And I gotta give hate to ya gangstas out there fakin' the funk, actin' like you got a problem, but your just too goddamned drunk. Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men, 'cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend.

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad.

Layzie:
Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish ruggish eyes. See the thugstas cry. And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, He told me we lived to die. Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally. I love you to death, but I wish you could have seen through your troubles, and it's hard to say good-bye to another Bone. I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone. Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories. You're livin' off in my prayers. Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares. Just wait, and I'll be there.

Bizzy:
When I heard the word it at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord," layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world. How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool. Out the blue, see 'cause she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool. Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on eight-ball, used to tell him to pass the weed. I wish I could tell him to smoke it all. Not my dog. The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep: to get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell and, a nigga, you'll smooth creep.

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.
My nigga just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad

Krayzie:
My nigga, let′s get P.O.D.′ded [P.O.D.′ded, P.O.D.′ded] . . .
[So high, so high am I.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that′s needed [needed, needed].
[So high, so high am I.]

Krayzie:
Slow down, make it too smoky for you, baby. Fucked up--look at you faded. I am what I am as a thug in the Land, and that′s all that I am. Damn, you better come join this thugsta party. Blunt smoke up in your body. And come get high, get high.

Krayzie:
My nigga, let′s get P.O.D.′ded [P.O.D.′ded, P.O.D.′ded] . . .
[So high, so high am I.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that′s needed [needed, needed].
[So high, so high am I.]

Layzie:
Let′s all get lifted. Split the Swisher, quickly twist us up a fatty. Now, I′ve been smokin′ out all day long, P.O.′d in the back of Krayzie′s Caddy. How in the world did I manage to smoke this many? About a hundred, man. Feel it all in my stomach. To the brain severely blunted, and it ain′t no shame off in my game. Hydroponics and Indonesia, even the stress sometimes be creeper, so pass me some reefer, want to receive, ah. Little Lay, givin′ you what you need. Nothin′ but the best green leaves with a pocket full of cheese, gettin′ P.O.D. [P.O.D.].

Krayzie:
My nigga, let′s get P.O.D.′ded [P.O.D.′ded, P.O.D.′ded] . . .
[So high, so high am I.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that′s needed [needed, needed].
[So high, so high am I.]

Wish:
I be so high, feel high. Forgive me Lord, but I feel like the weed be blessin′ my soul [soul, yeah]. Got to smoke that sticky, smelly stuff, but I just can′t get enough. Smoke it, hit it, pass it to the next man. Let him choke, smoke but don′t hold on; don′t hold on, on. No, no. And if you smoke it with me, yeah. Then, I′m a smoke it with you. Y′all, we can smoke it all up. We can smoke and get ba-. We can smoke it all up. We can smoke and get ba-, ba-, ba-, ba-, buzzed.

Krayzie:
My nigga, let′s get P.O.D.′ded [P.O.D.′ded, P.O.D.′ded] . . .
[So high, so high am I.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that′s needed [needed, needed].
[So high, so high am I.]

Bizzy:
P.O.D.′ded that′ll get me in my seat. Hennessy and I ain′t too young to be that poetically, here to believe that I get brave, and all on my way, in a daze, me puff puff on my reef. Got a blunt for the thugs and hustlas. Ain′t no bustas in the Mo Thug game. And it gets me out of all miseries. Follow the benefits, stay in place. As long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray. I′ll be done, when I reach my own. Stay free; let the time go pass me by. Stay high, I′m P.O.D.′d. P.O.D.′d.

Krayzie:
I smoke on nothin′ but the best of buddah. Ooh, yeah. Get the blunts and weed. Fuck the Hennessy; let′s focus on these leaves. Reefer really relax my mind, and ask me one more time [time]. Get a split up, keep it lit up. Can you feel us? Get with us, smoke with your nigga. Somebody told me [told me], you better respect the sticky leaves, sticky leaves, sticky leaves.

Krayzie:
My nigga, let′s get P.O.D.′ded [P.O.D.′ded, P.O.D.′ded] . . .
[So high, so high am I.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that′s needed [needed, needed].
[So high, so high am I.]