Bizzy Bone

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.

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves

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

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.

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

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

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?

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.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

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.

No surrender

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

Bone, bone, bone . . .
Wasteland soldiers.
These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives].
I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever.
Come and look deeply in my eyes.
[with layzie: my eyes]
I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever, and ever.
Bone, bone, bone . . .
We gotta prepare, gotta prepare, gotta prepare for eternal warfare.
Only time will tell who dies.
These are the days of our lives.
[layzie: only time will tell . . .]
Come look deeply in my eyes.
These are the days of our lives.
See the murder mold our lives.
[layzie: see the murder mold.]
These are the days of our lives.
[layzie: 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 layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]

Eternal your thugs. here i come, tellin' 'em soldier stories. been daily collectin' my lesson, went out on a quest and without any question, stressin', no restin', we journey. this blessin' s
N' the game, rearrangin' thangs, 'cause most the world was bringin' me down. mesmerized, controlled by the other side, and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .

Wish:
. . . but he won't get me in time, fuckin with bone, and he's likin' these rhymes. we rhyme, better believe, it's all the time, nigga, we 'live. we straight up soldiers [soldiers]. better hea
T i told ya [told ya]. we rob before we go broke, man, we robbin' y'all, all a y'all, all a y'all.

Y'all my dogs. if ya call or ya fall, depend on that nigga whenever, and i will be there. lean on me, but let us get rid of the enemies makin' me sayin', "now why, oh, why?", but if
Hink you can hang, then . . .
Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]

Thuggin' in the studio, y'all know we roll hydro. everytime we rhyme, i'm high. look at me deeply in my eyes. i rise to the top of the game. nowhere did i have to run, now way did i have to
. sherm, but a lot of niggas won't learn, but the money that i earn, won't burn, so come again.

Better watch that mac-10, nigga. this one's for me and my friends. we steadily rollin'. i told ya. keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones. pap. pap. put it all on the ground, yeah bone
H, we used to get down [get down] with a clack back, put on the ground, now get down.

Well, it must be ghosts who stroll, when i roll, but they ain't gon' get in, though. i'm sittin' alone in my window. little eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold, [it's so cold]. lil' bizzy got
S from the peeps the streets, and none of these police holice know me, still wanna him cuffed up, bitch. no peace, no peace.

Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]

And it ain't no mystery that biz still be yellin', bailin', pullin' into me city. study ripsta's scripture, sista, receive me, i'm off. "hey, weeders 'til the end [end], maybe double me u
Get one for my friend. twenty-twin, twin, we're biddin' on bud [on bud], start the bid at a fin. so, who wanna bag? who wanna bag? you wanna bag? you gotta bag. sold." send him outt
Door to liquor store for the blunts to roll. only my lord can tell who dies. so pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together of our lives.


My lordy lord maintain. it's hard 'cause i'm a soldier at war. 'cause everybody wanna try to bring out the devil in me, but they're evil, and better believe weed keeps me at ease. take notes,
O, 'cause here it comes. that murder mo comin' to carry you, oh, you, oh. we're lovin' this shit, when they pullin' the gauge out [murder]. hey, they put it up to your temple, and we blow you
Ins out. die.
Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]
Only time will tell who dies.
Come look deeply in my eyes.
See the murder mold our lives.
These are the days of our lives.

[Bizzy]
Yeah, this for all you non-believers
Especially out in the C-O
Man, fuck y'all niggas
Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) (x2)

[Maje$ty]
7 Sign...

[Bizzy]
I put who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Look who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)

Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up
Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out
Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7
What am I yellin'? Murderer
Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you
(Muthafucka, don't play me) play me
Nigga, not today
I see you but you can't see me
I know with all of government and
Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb)

[Maje$ty]
Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn
Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones
The roots exploited clones; therefore
It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit
Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections
It's magnified to new levels of elevation

[Bizzy]
Seven sign, seven, seven sign
Seven, seventh sign seal
Yeah, now y'all know, yeah
Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes)

[Bizzy]
I put who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Look who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)

The Rip here to run in the street
And flippin' on police, yeah they know me
I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears
And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie
All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa?
Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it
And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes
I'm ready to die
And I hope my mama really loves me
'Cause daddy's bye-bye
Inner pride with the Ripsta
Let 'em hit ya with the scripture
Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of

[Maje$ty]
Three sixty-five out of all the round trees
They'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies
Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze
And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back
Sacks only in dress pants
have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?
I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh
Sell a dream to 'em
Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash
My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected
Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole
Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime
It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business
Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes
Don't lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me?
Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili
Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook
So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it
I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless
Word sound 'til I'm foamin'
Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin'
Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans
More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles
And promotions make me more potent
Deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind
Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind
Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame
The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain

(Bizzy talking)
I'm a let a nigga know
You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat
I gives a fuck about no nigga
Don't be no (corvie) - ass nigga
I'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip
Off the rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind)

Where's the mob?
Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job
Is you ready for jail?
Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob
We can spar, but you gon' drop (drop)
I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop
Better look out for miles, been doomed since I womb
Will he put me in my tomb?
I've been thuggin' so assume when I enter your room, boom
Stomped through Compton
And cities y'all ain't never heard of and listen
I bet there's thousand people screamin' out
"Murder, murderin' ya"
Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got a life
I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes
Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry
I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie
So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental
So piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental
One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off
They took a chance and lost
let's spray A-K and make gangsta gone
Don't finish the wars when they ain't over
I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close
And they got so ? if it ain't ?
This family that don't give a fuck who you are
It ain't nothin' like some trouble
How close? How far (how far, how far)?

Ain't nothin' changed, everyday
Ain't nothin' changed (x3)

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

Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

Krayzie:
Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, and still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?" No. I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine, 'cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times. You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, "Oh, my!" but check it out, though. I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all. And I made it, takin' out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up. Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'. Fuck 'em. I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate and say that we ain't true to what we say, but, then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate, we bang them fuckin' brains [we bang them brains]. But then
, we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick. Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style. Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town. It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals, so here we go. Got a gun--should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I'm so full anguish. Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it, but they can't get the hang of it. Yeah.

Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

Flesh:
Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin', get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and it's still this strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife, if you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a t
hug, and they thought that I bruise easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em). Most of what goes around, comes around. Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us. To the chest, Flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun, they change in a whole new muthafuckin' attitude.

Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

Layzie:
Nigga, let me in. Double glock and never about to change, man. To the temple I aim and claim to gain control. Fin to rid your soul, creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know. Got a nation of my niggas out to back me, got another nation--killas out to try to jack me. Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull? Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose. Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction. They down with the puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action. Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse. If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps, and a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me. You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it, givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord. And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit, because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real--it's gon' feel, but I bet that after all
of y'all fall that the faker's gonna perish in the fire. Dip, and you know when I'm rollin', I'm equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and I gladly put it on ya from the land of California, leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean. Yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with K.B. We gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see. Any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on.

Wish:
Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the Bone, bite the Bone. Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong? Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow. We shoot 'em up, buck. Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em. And biters, everytime I see you on T.V., it makes me feel good, 'cause I know when we run up on you, you'll see we, we gotta get paid good. Nigga, don't shit come for free in this land of poverty, Bone in harmony. We hungry. Since it's all about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money. Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz, should I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original. Niggas mad at Bone because we be all original [all original].

Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

So high (x8)
I'm so high
So high (x7)
If refer really makes you happy
Nigga Blaze it
Hell yeah
Hell yeah (x2)
Straight smokin, tokin
Rollin blunts
And ya lovin (x4)
We alright
We alright
Hell yeah
We feelin alright (x2)
I been fucked up since the last sweet song
P.O.D.'d the whole night long (x2)
If refer really makes you happy
Nigga Blaze it
Hell yeah
Hell yeah (x4)
Straight smokin, tokin
Rollin blunts
And ya lovin (x4)
We alright
We alright
Hell yeah
We feelin alright

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]

Krayzie:

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.

Life, life, life, life
(What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do, what ya gonna do?)
Or death, death, death, death Life, life, life, life
(When murda, murda comez foe you, murda comez foe you)
(murda comez foe you?) Or death, death, death, death?
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
Ringaling, ah ling me alone
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
Ringaling, ah ling me alone
(Leave me alone) Feel tha thunder in tha sky
We party overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime(x2)

And this will belong in time, can ya feel tha painz of our life
been in wined, and ya thought of dyin', my my my
Have ya thought of dyin'? Let's not visualize
If you feel me! Then ya betta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
If you feel me! Then ya betta get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Can you visualize your own pain, could ya imagine
breathin' yo' last breath, I bet ya, ya can't you don't wanna stay
Dear Lord, cannot stand, goin' to hell. It's comin', yes it's comin
No look what we've done, what have we done?
Amongst our sin, why here, we follow people for starez, don't stare
No mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy
Evil is lurkin', lurkin', lurkin
We can run but can't escape tha beast, no
Tickin' by that snake in tha grass, that snake in tha grass
by that snake in tha grass. Better sticked, and missed his ass

Fast blast, I leave my cash
Cause my dayz of livin' broke is all in tha past
So I gotta keep my mind up on my money, it's survival of tha fittest
could I. One of tha realest are ya dayz of drug dealin
Like in '89, now it's almost 1999, new Millennium
Fuck the luck, cause they be gettin em
Sendin' demonz str8 to hell, let them burn in Hades
Worried enough, we called in jail, Lord bless our babies
Lord pleaze bless our babies

(Wish): Who it be, givin you that new shit ya love?
Who it be, givin' you that new shit ya never heard of
Clap yo' handz foe Bone everybody, clap yo' handz foe Bone everybody
St. Clair we speak, we speak, wishing wishing...
we're takin' over, over
Betta run with this shit, with this shit
Or get road over, road over
So we, puttin' it down for me
Anybody wants to get, my mama trust the army, we deadly
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
(Leave me alone) Feel tha thunder in tha sky
We party overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime(x2)
Life, life, life, life (What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do)
(what ya gonna do?) Or death, death, death, death?
Life, life, life, life (When murda, murda comez foe you)
(murda comez foe you, murda come foe you?)
Or death, death, death, death? (Leave me alone)
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone. Ringaling, ah ling, me alone

(Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone
Ringaling, ah ling, me alone. (Leave me alone)
Feel tha thunder in tha sky We party overtime
No more Evil Paradise We party overtime(x2)

(Krayzie) (chorus)
Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family
my family, this is my family this is my family my family
(Layzie)
Lord help me make up my mind
which way do I turn when there’s so much stress
surroundin’ me daily? This world’s so cruel and shady
and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy
me and yo’ baby brother we keeps it real
You’ll always be our lil’ nigga, and I know yo’ mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my callin’ but until then
I guess i’m stuck [Oh Fuck]
The (team) knew I meant so much when I get to Heaven they’re
Boy what’s up? We can ride and roll, I know
without this Po-Po trailin’, bailin’
although in heaven betcha that’s a promise
Comin’ with tha bombs(bombs) niggaz can’t test this
creep if heat is all ya need
Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat
and the sack of weed straight out of control
Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters
and tha po-po as well
Figure need mail everybody need mail and we livin’ in hell
nigga really can’t tell, so I
Prepare for the worst and hope for the best
and the rest as written, some wanna treat my
like I’m forbidden, but I’m just lookin’ for the shit that’s hidden
Could I be? Come a little bit closer
why you cautious when you approaches?
Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo’ Thug
breakaz fittin’ ta take shit over
Under my halo pray mo’ say Mo’ Thug wit love
to tha depth that tha game goes
Die all you hoes, foes, and you po-pos.

(w/ Ken Dawg) Nigga better roll than get rolled over
we shuttin’ shit down, and you
know a nigga love to get buck wild
pow come fuck wit me now [now, now]

(Krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..

(Bizzy)
Thug loves it my hood is drug prison (?)
is my mission, we heatin’ shit why vision?
Be crooked ever hanous sin is beginnin’ of my endin’ (?)
Why is my mind spinnin? (?)I’ll say hey, fuck it
my family ain’t livin’ for nothin’ but strugglin
was one of the reasons I’m thuggin
instead of (straight) hustlin’ what was i luvin Somebody tell me somethin
what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what’ll you touch me
you’ll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)
hoes I love you so, but unlike my friend you’re just my foe
Peace till the end of the road cause we’re all gone
But no, nigga don’t lose your (soul)
But it so slow Trust in mine, alright then we can roll.[roll, roll]

(Krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..

(Wish)
Cause you’re, too young,mama, and daddy, when ya
lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y’all breakin’ up
Doin’it layin’ down. What went wrong?
Was it me? But I ain’t mad at’cha
cause outta all that shit I got two sista’s and a brother
and I learned to harmony
On the streets, on tha Clair, that’s where
I’m from y’all, on the streets of tha Clair
that’s where I met Bone Thugs y’all it’s gettin’ time to be a man
gotta get out tha house cause I can’t stand mommy’s man
he talks with his hand
Come come creep on tha streets with me
that’s where I learned how to sell drugs
it’s where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs
it’s necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine
so I creep and I (grind) (?) give it up but get down
And I know that shit was wrong but
don’t blame me, blame tha thugsta in me
Cause that’s where that shit comes from [comes from]
Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin’ but survivors, (?)
we survivors,that’s why we be..

(Krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..

Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy
don’t fuck around and get zipped in a body bag off in tha grave and yo
brains’ll be hangin’ damaged by bodies dragged off
Everyday we see mo’ niggaz hatin’, fakin’, playa
(hation’) it’s getting contagious, why do these niggaz
think they can break us
When I grab my pump y’all niggaz better try to grab
what’s left of yo’ chest
niggaz be talkin’ and then
they get caught up in shit,
now meet them faces of death
We let’em keep talkin’ man they dog us man it’s all the same
But what did we gain by givin’ you niggaz fame?

( [Flesh] So we let the records show)
Tha 44 magnum tag’em (stacked) like them
niggaz that try to compete with the platinum hollerin
callin’ me follow me down to tha corner slip
up and you’re gonna get blasted
What do you wanna test me for? Jealous then nigga drop
Nigga we picture platinum despite em triggers be cocked everytime
To tha 99 times out of 100 we gon’ hit somebody,
somebody gon take us too [Yeah] y’all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies mo mileage
y’all finally smokin’ that grass
Nigga pass tha (pump)
aye rep (we takin) a loss and wakin up in
their coffin.
Oh nigga that try get to spanked and get diss man but when we come they run
but we’re gonna catch’em and one day
God forgive me I don’t know what got to me, but then me thinkin they'll all fall down way down face down, ain’t got nothin but love them niggaz
wanna test my nuts sayin’ nigga you know that[that, that, that]
You know we gettin them [say nigga you know that, that, that, that]
bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz
[ I figures you knowthat, that, that,that] (?). Layzie take the body bag
[You niggaz should know that,that, that, that]
Yeah,yeah,[my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that]
yeah yeah. It’s 19 90 90 90 90 90...it’s almost
1990 90 90 90 90, it’s almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9... [FART]

Chorus: Bone Thugs

Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them?
(How many of us have them?)
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, ones you can depend on?
(Ones you can depend on?)
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them?
(How many of us have them?)
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends,
before we go any further, let's talk about friends.

[Bizzy]
My mind can't hate 'em, and even all ah tha people gotta support me
when I'm gonna buck it all tha way ta depend
I don't needin' no friend, I
Friends, deep with tha sand in tha ships
So win again, and again, and will ah me friend
Can I get ah witness to knowin' my friend
I trust no cops, not even the one I had to fold
She won't groan, no oh, it was probably me so we go
We know what we know, and tha day ya brotha zapped me
and it's yo' aunty's baby's daddy in Cincinnati
and why'd you trap me (didn't she?) And I'm out there robbing
ready foe tha war, and then analyze my fresh style, be browsing
Enemiez test and watch out foe my friendz

[Wish]
Bet I got my friends, bet I got mine, bet I got mine, yeah
We straight up killers, we realer
we just want tha money, y'all hataz we don't deserve 'em
Murda one, if we fin' ta go murda dem all, dey fall
They wanna see tha Bone fall, y'all
but nah, we too Bone, I remember, back a lil' ways
when we were so hungry, when we were so hungry
But now thank The Lord, my thugs we got money, we got money, hey
We got money to parlay, we got money to parlay
Watch if I miss ya, hit chya
bet one of these thug-niggaz get wit' chya
How ya feel about murda, man?
It's still tha same, you fukk wit' us, wang bangarang
It's like suicide nigga do or die
When ya fukkin' wit' mine, we gon' ride in the end
Somebody gon' die tonight, don't be fuckin wit my friends

(Chorus)

[Layzie]
I can tell, wit' tha devil, I'm doin' is workin', Lurkin', approachin
me like I must suffer, but in order ta prevent event, and your told
to repent. 'Cause I gotta protect my fortune, and that's my friend
till tha end. Rollin' in my Benz, neva thought what was next to occur
Young entrepeneur, who defeat through tha bloody blood, we ready foe
divide and conquer. Playa hation, infiltration, any situation, y'all
muthafukkaz bring, go prepare foe eternal warfare, and I really don't
care, 'cause I'm sayin' my prayer to tha Man Upstairz
Keepin' my niggaz out here so strong, and doin' this pain
and strain to survive. Lookin' out foe each-other everyday
and our people's comin' up readin' The Bible
Willin' ta die, if tha wicked is near me, if y'all eva try
ta come wit' some crooked condition
What it is, just ta book ah thug
Come ah little bit closer nigga
take ah look at this picture of ah vision of ah mission accomplished
Bone Thugs all tha way 'till tha end, and again, and again, and again
and again, don't try ta come between my, my.

(Chorus)

[Krayzie]
Momma told me watch yo' friends
They can be enemiez within
quick to pretend like they fit in
Get in, they put it all to an end
I know ya kinda choosed survival, pinned ya
Nigga done tried ta infiltrate tha clique, we gonna get chya
No Evil! Get's in me, apart from my people
Militant that's how we choose to roll, and we road warriorz
about tha war, tha war, tha war
When you call my name I will be there, I'll be there
Neva got to worry 'bout nobody else
Indeed, and though I know I want mo' time
I need mo' time. Sweat about Armageddon
it's gonna get us, are you ready? What about yo' friends? Friends
'till tha very end, through tha freezin' wicked windz
wicked windz. What about yo' friends?

[Flesh~N~Bone]
I've been ready wit' ah bang, I'm here ta bring all tha noize
Don't think you can avoid tha wrath, then get 'em with tha math
not that tha fact that tha skiez be shorted
Thoughted tha coast was clear, but you couldn't see ah hidden Flesh
thought if you'd been in silence
Longer they know that to you, host preapared to crept in yo' crib
Till then and they wanted ta see tha violence
Droppin', gettin' locked and get in stayed in asylum
Livin' life on under tha hill. Release that trail
and one ah my niggaz been in celled, because I stay high
smoke, enhale. And I may break it wit' ah nigga, will he suffer
don't make no mistake, or don't faim his spray
Anticipation ta get you sprayed, but what if he hesitate?
Make my day. They lay, any nigga they would
It be easy ta pick up ah tune. When do we end?
Will they come get this shit done, and over ah partner
must ah been one of my friends
Betta watch yo' back, otha people you think are yo' homiez
open my fist I can pin when ya fallin
I said only Mo' Thug aloud, and only we Souljahz can roll gee

If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air, Yeah, Yeah
But we like this thug shit,
that's why we kick in the hood where thugstas play
If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air, Yeah, Yeah
But we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit,
but we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit

Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on

Let's go, Now we down to ride
Everybody, swear to God that I'm down for mine
But I feel the Lord done bless me
We marchin' soldiers [soldiers]
Can't fuck with nothin' but them warriors [warriors]
What you thought, nigga?
And if they can't sit down with the buck to the bang, bloody redrum
And I make a little change.
Gotta watch for the cops, there will be some, [damn!]
Duck that ass when I shoot, no longer and I just let loose
No longer can I just buck buck at you
Cause law got bitches bulletproof
Got shit to prove, got shit to move,
make a move, playa hater, and we watchin' you
But don't you think I won't pull my shit, split your shit
That's how y'all fuckin' with thugsta's shit
Better quit that shit
Or we come and come, shit gon' be hummin', hum
And I know you don't want that, feel my warning..

Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]

It's so amazing [amazing]
I can thug forever and ever
You can't really blame me, baby
It's just the thugsta in me [in me]

Now, that's not all we do
Cause thugstas still, true
We like to ride around floss a little bit,
smoke a little bit, drink a little bit. Nigga, don't you?
Now, we got to make these millions
We got to look out for these Bone thug children
Rest in peace, Baby Boi
Amen. Damn, shit everyone breakin' with this money, man [money, man]
But Jesus gave life on the cross so we could maintain [maintain]
Hear a voice keep tellin' me that it's gon' be alright
Just keep yours tight, and pray at night..

Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]

Thugstas, it's time for warfare, yeah [Can ya hear me now?]
Thugstas, and it ain't gon' change, so we better prepare [prepare]

If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, any day. . .
If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay. . .

Shots might be fired, 'cause everybody got guns
But ain't nobody runnin', Bone
Cause Bone niggas don't run
We marchin' heat. Indeed you bleed
But don't nobody fuck with Bone, Please

And you can get ya thug on, [thug on]
Said you can get ya thug on, [thug on]
And you can get ya thug on, [thug on]
Said you can get ya thug on [thug on]

Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]

[Tre]
If this comes your way, baby, prepare to spray, let 'em lay
[Wish]
If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay
[Tre]
If this comes your way, baby, prepare to spray, let 'em lay
[Wish]
If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay

[Tre]
Thugstas rule the world.. Thugs
Thugstas rule the world.. Thugs
Thugstas rule the world.. Thugs
Thugstas rule the world.. Thugstas . . .

Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
[Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..]

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!

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

it makes me erase my sunshine
(x4)

if I pray for you
(you) pray for me
(x2)

it makes me erase my sunshine
(x4)

Playa playa playa(hate me,hate me)
Playa playa playa(like you do on me)
Playa playa playa(hate me,hate me)
Playa playa playa(like you do on me)
Playa Hata(hata hata)we know very well
Playa hata(hata hata)who you are(are)
Playa hata(hata hata)don’t let em smoke your weed
playa hata(hata hata)or ride in your car(your car)
Playa Hata(hata hata)we know very well
Playa hata(hata hata)who you are(are)
Playa hata(hata hata)don’t let em smoke your weed
playa hata(hata hata)or ride in your car(your car your car)
Don’t let that murda murda get cha man
don’t let that murda murda get cha baby
dont let that murda murda get you man, yea yea yea
Bizzy and Krayzie

playa hation has begun to rise, n it’s contagious pray
betta not let it get you man, hata hata hataz
hataz hatin this song song, n if I had a wish
I would teach the world to be a thug in harmony(thug in harmony)
every Bone get up(get up) and let us move on(move on)
maybe some could follow if there hearts were not so cold(so cold)
come and picture for the family scripture
tell me what do ya see, club nigga in a mask
a man tryin to blast ass
nigga know you need to just leave us leave us leave us alone
You know we put you in the, no Bone in we pretender
You know we put you in the, no Bone in we pretender

nigga won’t be phukin wit no hataz in the 9-style
and all the way to heavens that’s my mission
standin up ready for the war in position
when the shit jump niggaz won’t be slippin
Niggaz fallin victim, really waht’s happenin
I’m a victim just cuz I’m rappin
stackin my cheese that I’m always packin
niggaz with NOTHIN 2 LOOSE be cappin
And I really blame you motherfuckers it’s true
what goes around comes around, since I did what I did
in the past, get a pipe and a chance n I’m ready to throw down
low down, dirty mothaphukin shame, in a world so cruel
it’s niggaz like you, who just be disrespectin the game
before I had a little money, niggaz what’s hatin me just
4 nothin, breakin my gear and thinkin it’s funny
get around bitches n niggaz be frontin, but I’m hustlin
strugglin, jumpin, wit a lot of frustrations
livin in a nation of playa hatian, wit a fucked up situation
I’m facin’ yea y'all playa hatazzzzz

Hataz dry your eyes(eyes eyes), n hold on(hold on)
cuz we’re ballin’(ballin ballin’) ya’ll
we gon keep it going strong(oh!)ohhhh!!
We really thuggish ruggish, you love us you can hataz
we can deal with you but! Iffy niggaz come around playa hatin
they be hatin, man them the worse ones,you like(take a bitch)
still come to your car all the time with a nigga always talkin
about he could some betta than you don alreay did it, just hatin
you know) and I know you, we see all ya’ll, playa hataz, fuck y'll
playa hataz, phuk ya’ll, don’t you hate on me, don’t you hate on me
(I put the beam on you motherfuckers)
(I said I’ll put the beam on you motherfuckers)
dont you(if you should spend) hate on me(mo time)
dont you hate(consontrating on your own shit) on me
don’t you(then playa hatin on mine) hate on me dont
(you might make something motherfuckers) you hate on me
hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on,(umm!)

Why do I stay high (x9)

*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

*Repeat

(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

*Repeat

Why do I stay high (x10)

Chorus (2X): Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug

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

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

*Repeat

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

*Repeat

Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in

Nine millimeters, three-eighty's
You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery
Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis
Let us begin with bullets
Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison
And let 'em come with us - retaliation
We come and blast 'em with leather masks on
Let loose

You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair
These niggas is killas, try to feel us
Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland
We steadily creepin' on ya
And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep
Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone
Let loose

Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it
Then he better shoot
Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue
Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through
Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again
And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript
Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler
Bailin' through the Land equipped
When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it
Jump off in my hottie
Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party
Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah

When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge
War anytime I roll
Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours
Expect the four nigga ring yo doors
And don't you diminish
Til I finish you with it or you would missed it
On the hit list, couldn't resist it
Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it
To the po-po, you know;
Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go
Lurk, better searchin' all the doors
Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico
Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent
Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of)

Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen
Depend on me, let 'em leave
Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game
But I love the way the thugstas stay
And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops
You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war
Muthafucka done rocked the boat
And we nigga fin to even the score
Nigga drank to much, took to much
No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me
Never gonna catch me, catch me
I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life
And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me
'Quicker the copper
The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya
We shot ya
We shot ya
Hey, my niggas boxed ya

My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'
Pac got his got headlight ahead of me
Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end
Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in
Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew
Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit
And never seen us shoot
If I could be the 187 on you
Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on
For the next that get wrong
Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect
Then sleep with the rest
Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home
Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex
Think it no thang for me get with you
All up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig
Your brain gon' hang

Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in

(Repeat to end)

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

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.

Krayzie:
Yeah, come on, come on, come on.
This is my family. This is my family, my family.
Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music.
Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along.
It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, [sing along, sing along] Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, [sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along] Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug.

Tre:
My family, oh, it means so much to me. Everywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure. My family tree recruited on this thugsta groove. Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Tony Tone and Boogie Nikke:
I love my family, this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me. Heaven's where we gonna be.
Together, together we stand. Together we fall, ya'll. I never turn my back on y'all [Mo Thug]. I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll.

Layzie:
Come and look at this world that's ever so cruel, but the good Lord blessed us. Gave me true family I can depend on, 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on, now I can get off when the wind blow, but I'd like to thank You, Jesus Christ, for givin' for givin' up Your life for us. Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice, advice from a thug, tell mommy I love her everyday, think of her. Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line. Hear the thunder grind off in my mind. We done partied overtime. Destruction, terror, oh what an era, let's get it together 'fore it's over. Be a soldier like my Mo Thug family.

Cat Cody:
They never ever turned their backs on me [backs on me] when I was down. My Mo Thugs is always around, and if there comes a time to pick or choose [pick or choose], my Mo Thugs won't never lose [don't ya know your gonna lose]. We are the thugs. Yeah, we be those children [gotta be that child]. We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin' [gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah].

Jhaz:
You know who I be, once again, comin' at you. It's Jhaz [Jhaz], megablast, top class, black Jag, cream rag. Playa, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed.

Brina:
Females comin' for ya, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep. 'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis. Smiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status.

Ken Dawg [with Tre]:
Yeah, yeah, my family, yeah, my family, Mo Thug. [It's my family Mo Thug.] Tell me who the coldest [the coldest] the playa you know? I know for sure, sure, rollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo [rollin'], you'll fall, gotta go, 'cause we survivin' these remainin' years. When the smoke clears, no fear, [no, no fear] no tears, no tears.

Tre:
When there's a problem I can't solve, my family gets involved. We've been here through thick and thin. On my thugs I can depend.

Souljah Boy:
Been down from the getty go, since any a you, can you feel me though? Mo Thug takin' over from the north to west. Wanna test? Better come prepared with your Smith and Wesson, now learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game, Mo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang.

Tre:
We are soldiers, now, we want to thank you for the time you've took to listen to our funky groove.

Sin:
I guess if it was not for them blessings, weak evil thought would control my whole existence. We preach and speak true belief from, but then this family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah.

Tombstone:
Can't duck, can't run from the cut, back up the wasteland field, peel for mine, the deal, how the click be real with it. My family tree standin' strong.

Gates:
Natural born in the world of madness, no gladness, leave a nigga insane, gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day. Clickin' tight 'til the end with the gang.

Krayzie:
Come on, come on and swing this way [swing this way]. It got to be harmony. Evil'll be done, wicked erased, erased. Humbly united gatherin' souls understood. Mo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own. Hold on, I bet ya we'll never go wrong, if we stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya. He, who gets conflict, must just be weak. It's gettin' clearer and clearer [and clearer]. Enemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it. If we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now. Amen. Amen. Bless the Mo Thug children, and could You watch over mine for me? Get up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game. Nigga, this is a family thang. 'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same. You look out for me. I look out for you. This is what you do to unite your trues.

It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug.

Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...

Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug
So follow me if you want to feel the thug love
Eternal thug
Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug
Come follow me if you want to feel the thug love
Eternal thug
Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug
So follow me if you want to feel the thug love
Eternal thug
Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug
Come follow me if you want to feel the thug love

You know we thuggish ruggish
And yo, we're good humble people
On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful
We're so thuggish ruggish
And to, we're good humble people
On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful
(peaceful)

Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about..
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug

I87 is a lesson for them niggaz
that want to test
bring more than cause me shotgun
will be buckin your chest
wanna be Mothug thugsta menatatlity
runs through the BONE
pop pop to the dome
fall short to the crome
get wraped that bitches on
much love for the green leaves
but me trues have to ease me down
puff puff head rush
popin in me clip and I got plenty rounds
me n pretenda
no studiothugsta
BONE'll get wit cha
straight #1 lil' rispsta
swing watch him hit cha
so we can swang(we can swang)
down for my thang(down for my thang)
finna blow to tha brain
though you could hang
when I swang them things
thats insane
stay low (so low)
dem popo know me no surrender
dem niggaz on tha street they remember as beeing no pretenda
standin up on tha block
9 mm cocked
and me hang, and me gott my niggaz lookin out for me back
and them watch for them rocks
and you know its nuthin but the neighboorhood thang
its manditory for me neighboorhood slang

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.

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)

(guess whos back)(BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY)

Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
I'm sending a message to warn you imposters
All hating in my business
When I see you I'm a drop you
Get slugged and get drugged
My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when I spot you I should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But I won't stop until they get shot
When they get out the hospital
They gonna get shot, too
The fast one bringing that AK
Better walk, then we even
When I leave and flees to Cleveland
Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
So goodbye. We're shutting it down
And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
Cloning our sound, we found your town
Now is you ready for the war?
Cry loud and go
Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep
And even oppose and order them hoes
Gonna flee with me?
Bitch, fuck with me then see that
My little aliens, yeah
We come to your city. Can they really
Put it on down with the pistol?
Can you feel me, feel me?

Verse 2: Layzie Bone
They beat biters, dope-style takers
When I see you face-to-face
My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater
You niggas ain't Bone, you clone
You wrong. What the fuck?
You niggas ain't thinking
What's the consequence?
Now I'm 'bout to get
Real deadly. Ready for the war
When we just start bombing shit
Trying to cop my click?
Hell no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this was a game?
Now it's time to make you feel the pain
Wanna test my everyday thang?
I aim straight for your temple
It's really that simple when I seen it splatter
Had I even killed one of you clones
Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter
Scattered. Run for the border
Your career is getting shorter
Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya
Mo Thug Records taking over
I told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means infantry
Instantly finna be World War 3
If you fucking with my family jewels. You fools!
You niggas break golden rules
Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Them niggas going platinum every time
I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride?
It's do or die. Then, nigga, I die
I jump in my Five Double-O
If you got it, better flaunt it
I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks
And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it
Come get it. And while you're rapping
On your song, just remember no pretenders
Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!

Chorus: Krayzie Bone
I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
Nigga, you ain't Bone
Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay

Verse 3: Bizzy Bone
Straight from the corner and I'm a thug
All my diamonds
I bet you wanted to stop my shining
Didn't we warn you, nigga?
The sign. See? Blinded
Run but they finding
Me in my Double-big-Five-O
And critical with a pistol
With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll
Serve you. Heard my words
Are satanic and wishful
Then see you all get pissed off
My generals need no horse
We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks
With beams, and TNT
Nigga roll with me
Burial. Fuck the world!
When I deal, hope I repented
'Cause if the world I resented
It just might catch me up in heaven
But I'm a work this earth til it hurts
Gotta done make the worse
All the way through trial
I'm back in the court for some dirt
Get 'em off soil. They wait for alarm
I curse that silly ass bitch said I stoled a purse
And at them bullshit awards. But they told me
I stole beneath of my shirt. And it makes me sick
Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands
Fuck with it. Put it on your Grammy
Even my mammy's scared to tell. And
Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. Scary
Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me
Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone

Verse 4: Layzie Bone
These niggas wanna erase me
'Cause they can't face me
Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be
Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety
Make me reach for my pistol and pop it
Niggas gonna pay on the day that I spot him
Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy
On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies
I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe. Indeed
I grieve for the war. What's next?
It's all about respect, bitch nigga
I'ma get that shit if I don't get nothing else
To the end I'm steady flipping
Fucking the world til they give Bone props
Nigga, you got knocked on blocks
With rocks, beat down by the cops
And it still don't stop. Glock Glock
I'm grinding, steadily climbing
To the top of the charts. Where you wanna be?
Off in my prime it's all about timing
As I look at my shit make history
No mystery. Mistook and, nigga
That eight-time platinum real
How do you feel to the thugs appeal?
Make nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal
Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. Nigga
Go round-for-round with the best
Nigga, step up and meet your death
Fucking with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh
Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on
Nigga, realize, or you die. You bitch ass niggas ain't Bone

Chorus 2x

(feat. Souljah Boy)

[Krayzie] (Talking)
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin
Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...)

What if we slowed it down?
Then, nigga, you would hear me
I know niggas would fuck around
And say we tried to steal your style
Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
So, when them funky, funky jump me
Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)
It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
But, oh no, niggas heard the flow
And wanted a piece of the cake
It kinda pissed me off that ? figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga
I'm from the Land where every niggas plan
And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
? reciprocal
They don't know it, even though
Oh, no, no, can't let you go
When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)
That funk'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed

[Krayzie] (Layzie)
Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

[Souljah Boy]
You know it is, what it's gotta be
Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin'
And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back
Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these
Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch
Sue these stupid muthafuckas
Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus
'Cause the niggas be down for the count
And the first nigga step up, get shut down
You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style
That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town
Arrest me on the rebound
It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G
You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me
So muthafuck what you's thinkin'
Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet
While your bullethole still be bleedin'
But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank
Why you lame, be actin' strange?
Boom to bangs, nigga insanes
Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure
Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa
Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture
Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller
We done muthafuck you
And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater
Streetsweeper get your ass deceased.

[Krayzie] Warriors ride
Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride
bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder
Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind

[Bizzy]
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick
Nigga, what you saw
We ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin' through ?
And they call war, ready for the cause
Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them ? gotta break
Your face be on that table, ready for more
Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in
And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up
And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck
I'm still runnin' from feds, ? all the disrespect
But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh
What it makes you want my ? yes, some are ?
Thinkin' me bloody get with the ?
And roll but I had gun before you knows
Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it
So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll

[Layzie]
Aw, shit!
Nowhere to run; here come judgement day
Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh
I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your ?
Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life
I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be?
Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz
You know I got ends to spend, top ten ?
Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real
Attitude like, Nigga, what?
And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas
Mo Thug employ in my city
Destroy y'all, how wicked is this?
It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately
Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe
And outta the way
And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin'
It's all about perfect timin', feel me
it's about perfect timin', hear me
What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this:
These playa haters got me pissed, bitch
But let me get my gauge
Leatherface, go get your mask
We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin

[Krayzie] (Layzie)
Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind

[Krayzie]
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed
We stressed, we stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind

Bizzy:
It's East 1999 time.
I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga, bet I bury, then move, true to the murder mo, gladly, 'cause the haters never had to have me, want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie, probably St. Clair babies, so hate me, but I handle my business, so lately I can handle my shady, kill 'em, but won't think I'm a bomb again, not even if they put me in prison and give me time, I'm ready for the killin', go get 'em, and I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die. Is he ready to lie if I decide, lookin' at my killin' and decide to boom to go bye, I'm gonna fly [fly], whom die they lie.

Flesh:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Flesh:
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]

Flesh:
Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, they hatin'. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth bullshit and they lose, lookin' so deep in they eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin', but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin' up with gauges. Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off later, man. So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. Y'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish you would, bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to show you through, when Bone thugs comin' in, it's a headline. Time to get on top of mountain top when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Beat the fuckas on their own line, don't make '
em tell it to ya twice, when you crack a grip, keep it real, but you sure will pay the price (?).

Layzie:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Layzie:
Whom die they lie [Shot.]

Layzie:
Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthafucka on a mission, got me plottin' for it quickly. Who fried? Do or die, nigga, you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these niggas a visit. So is it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin' for days. Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo, I gotta get paid and blaze. So swift not to catch a case, crept up in his place while the nigga was gone for his safe and his stones, and it's on, 'cause the Bones havin' a say, I won't forget this evenin'. Nigga had theif, Little Layzie Bone, thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling. Pin me, niggas run away, they said they lookin' for me, but I'm a find a nigga, kill him, 'fore this nigga find me. Y'all niggas know I'm murder-bound, see me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down, breakin' it down in the C-Town, spot 'em on the avenue, follow he's passin' through, get 'em at the next red light, green light, got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead. Whom die they lie.

Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]

I'm that nigga with the shotty runnin' at you niggas, poppin' enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get me. Coppers on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look, and what you see--Krayzie still runnin' from the police, 'cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed. I believe in sale, now, on the scene. I can do it. I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty. He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head. Shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea, meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay. St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin', oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid? Oh, you're fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days. Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it, never act a fool with it, broad, 'cause your lose. And me kill a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga, "I know who
did it." Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all. Let 'cha nuts hang, nigga, and cut your balls. It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off. Whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie.

Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]

(Birds singing; snoring; rooster crowing; alarm clock; yawning)

(Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone))
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)

(Verse 1: Krayzie Bone)
Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day
And I won't fuck with me (Why?)
'Cause it's the first of the month
And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin'
Come, come, we got the blunts and rum
From jumpin' all night, we high
Hit up the block to where? (East 99)
I get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo
Double up, nigga, what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.-ed
Fiend for the green leaves
Give it up, it's the first for sure.
Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll
So (Oh, no) break
If you can't get away, better toss that ye-yo
Keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration
Love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime
Fin to creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill
If we got the food (Ooh) you know it's the first of the month
And my nigga, we chills for real

(Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone))
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)


(Verse 2: Bizzy Bone)
Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed
She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check."
Nigga, that's the mailman; sort through the mail
And put it up in-a me pocket
Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine
To get me a dub for forty duckets
But ain't no bucket
Ride that Rita, hop on the ten to the Clair
Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub
Man, I gotta get there
Playa-playa, holla, holla
St. Clair got much to offer
Whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the Glock-glock for some dollars
So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same
And we gonna roll it all up to smoke it
Hittin' that reefer, hydro
Been known to cut, so fuck them po-po
Toss all that ye-yo with a bone and say "Ho"
Runnin' through the alley (And into the malley)
Hop on the second to sundown
Nose run from January, November, December
I'm lovin' the first of the month

(Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone))
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)

(Verse 3: Wish Bone)
It's the first of the month
Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that I claim
And I slang on the double nine
Now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty
Can a thug get love? What's up?
Try to slang on my corner, nigga, yous a goner
St. Clair niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money
Come back, nigga, get pap-pap
From the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save, gotta come up
Put my rocks in the cut
When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt
Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits
And add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts or no losses, dumpin'
Keepin' these niggas up off me
See, the whole block, spend a couple bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first

(Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone))
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)

(Verse 4: Layzie Bone (Krayzie Bone))
Wakin' up, feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin'
I'm yawnin', light-weight bent, chug-a-lug-a
Take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then I can kick it with my trues.
But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on
Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone
"Wanna know, did you're O.G. check come?" (She put me down)
"I'ma hop on the bus with Biz" (You know, let's get drunk)
And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk
Nigga, T, just put me down
Oh, God, how I love when the first come around, now
Me freakin' me black and milds
Head across town, 'cause nigga the first get celebrated
Rushin' to the block, 'cause I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm need me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the first, just call me that pro slang
Them nickels and dimes, the twenties, the fifties
The first be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine, fool
And I'm workin' late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes
Come, come up with them ends
I gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff
You're live with the Bone thugs, Poetic Hustla'z
And the graveyard shift on the first

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.

(Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone))
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month)
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up)

Bizzy

Shiiiit!


Layzie

Nigga, it's the nigga's night out tonight, nigga


Wish

Awwooooooo!


Krayzie
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to Heaven. (*4)
Keep rollin', smokin', stay chokin'.


All

Buddah lova.
Gotta learn to smoke the buddah.


Bizzy
I'm so glad you showed me, Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh.


Krayzie
Reefer really makes me happy.


Krayzie & Layzie (Layzie)
Hydro, (me just can't let-a-me) high go. (Me smokin' upon that) hydro.
Me just can't let-a-me high go.

(Smoke) Smoke smokin' that hydro, (won't) won't let-a-me high go. (*4)


Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh
Water the reefer, me slaughter, straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, (a bag) a sack, a sack, a sack.
It grew in the water, the reefer, me slaughter, straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, a sack, a sack, a sack


Krayzie (Layzie)

It grew in the water… (Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, sack, a sack.) (*4)


Layzie ( with Krayzie)
I'm takin' a hit of the bud, gotta give love to my thugs. Smokin, not chokin', now what?
(I'm fucked up. That hydro really got me buzzed, me buzzed)


Krayzie (Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, & Flesh)
Keep rollin'. (Rollin' swollen', stay chokin'.) (*2)

Keep rollin'. (Rollin' swollen', and chokin'.) (*6)


All (Bizzy) (Krayzie)

Nothin' but the Bone in me. (Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk, box of blunts, come get drunk.) It's nothin' but the Bone in me. (Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk, sack of skunk, come get drunk.)
(It's sneakin' upon me.)



All

Wiiiiiiine!


Bizzy (Layzie)
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind every time.
(Double your crime, double your crime.)
When a me roll on the nine-nine, you'll find a stream of bullets and un--load.
(with-a-me right way down your…)


All
…Buddah.


Bizzy (Flesh)
Choke up, went up into ya, smoke jump outta me buddah. (Hittin' that hydro, lettin' me school ya.) Oh, that buddah in your lungs, can't let that buddah fool ya.


All
It's nothin' but the Bone in me. Heeeeeey, hey!

It's nothin' but the Bone in me. Heeeeeey.


Keep hittin' that reefer sendin' me straight to Heaven. (*4)


Bizzy
If ya got a bag of tweed, well blaze it with me, fool.


Krayzie
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me balance.


Layzie (Krayzie)
It's a Bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain. (Maintain!)


All (Krayzie) (Krayzie & Layzie)
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain.
(Remain the same.)
(Number one!)

Wish

Goddamn cigarettes!


…Nigga that shit sound sweet if everybody…


Krayzie

Budsmokers only. Budsmokers only, only. (x4)


Wish
Some niggas be passin' that weed on
to the thugsta niggas from Cleveland,
gotta smoke 'til it's all gone.
Now, we wanna bone, 'cause a nigga be creepin'.
Called all my thugstas, all them niggas drank.
Called all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed.
Gotta get me some, now.

Krayzie
My love is in hydro,
gotta choke, let me loc'
with a little bit of smoke in my throat.
Can't let-a-me high go.
Goin' broke. Mo Thug hit the bud up and then get up upon me. Inhale,
just lit up a blunt, and me roll fat one to get P.O.D.'ed.
They label me killa, drugdealer, that realer nigga, Krayzie weeded.

Layzie
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro,
need me a hit of the tweed, made me drop to me knees.
And I gotta give love to the green leaves,
steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease.
Thuggin' on off in the cut, now when I'm checkin' on how this shit's on.
In a raid, smoked out with my nigga, Tav.
Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall to our grave.

Bizzy
Make up the dummy to make up me money. Weed run me,
and headed for broke, smoke on the bong, hit the bong wrong,
nigga, me cough and choke. We, the real O.T.'s loc' strong, Bone.
I gotta C-note to toke on. So choke on, me holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone for long, and stay long.

Krayzie
Wanna get you fucked up. Gonna get you fucked up. (Hey, now, pass me some reefer.) (x2)

Wish
Mr. Inventor-of-the-green-leaves, gotta give P's, 'cause I love this type shit.
And it's never gonna quit. Doctor told me better stop, but man, fuck that bitch!
Me never goin' stop me smoke, try to tell me, gauge in your throat.
Gotsta run me on, fuckin' with Bone, lovin' this weed song.

Krayzie
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me balance.
Take a puff to the dome, trippin' off Flesh Bone, showin' off me talent.
Smoke until-a-me die, nigga gotta get high, if you wanna come right.
Come with me, smoke on a blunt and get nice. Nigga, take a weed fiend's advice. (nice!)

Layzie
Feelin' onto main, quarter-roll to the brain. Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas is insane.
Other niggas can't hang. It's a Bone thang, how a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain #1.
Here I come with the tweed in my chest. Nigga, got his wig to the curb, split up and serve,
but fuck it! Gotta have them green herbs.

Bizzy
If you got bag of tweed, well blaze it with me fool.
Now don't be stingy, and please no pinnas. Make it swollen!
'Cause if I had me some weed, you know I'd smoke it with you.
Come-come get wit-a-me--me and my niggas blunts we rollin'.

Krayzie & Bone
Budsmokers only. Budsmokers only, only. (*8)

Krayzie
I take a hit of the reefer, keep smokin'. (*8)

Bizzy [Krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [*3]
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]

Bizzy
Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a--all will be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily pumpin' must my killas peel you. Po-po was all I saw. Pop-pop, outta the window. We roll. Little Ripsta realer off and better often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish ruggish city where all we bail, when I ran back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells. You're bloody murder murdered. Comin' to serve you, runnin' with gats and bats and more, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll.


Krayzie
Krayzie's on, and I crept and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leathaface. Now if you a thug, nigga pick up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it! Nigga, we told ya. Be fucked up and startin' this rap thang, now. Never takin' no shorts or losses, man. No way, no how, poppin' now. I steady be thinkin' now that if I change my daily thang. Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat 'em and gut 'em. Me stick 'em. Me stuck 'em. We murdered them every time, now. Bodies be drug off in dumpsters, execution double-nine style. Hey! Say, "Give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin' that llello, bankroll." When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low.

Layzie
Nigga shoulda've seen the Bone they came and touched down. Came up with a plan, and we creepin' up outta me hometown. Me hate to be leavin' the glock-glock now, but I'm livin' so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin' like trues, give it up to the bang, always stay down foe my thang. And I still remain the same, never goin' change. Out my hood, I claim. Nigga done jumped in the game. It's straight up confusion, 'cause niggas be shady. Nigga still gotta watch his back daily, even more lately, but they can't break little Layzie. So a nigga stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever, me blaze. Thuggin' in my murderous ways. Praisin' the gauge, let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Got 'em, killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. [Bottom line, nigga.] And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we rollin' with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept and we came.

Bizzy [Krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]

Wish
Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang! Told ya, get down for them thangs, man. But Bone still kickin' with the same trues thuggin' on the glock-glock. Ain't shit changed. Buck 'em! Fuck 'em! Put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta. Nigga, don't be tryin' no dumb shit. Bone's still pumpin' them daily slugs at ya. Creepin' up outta the hood, roll to the West Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin' on the nine nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin' for your shit, wish you would. Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that's your life. Nigga, it's like that when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. Bailin' down the Clair, gettin' much love, needin' mo' bud, gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke. Me meanin' that yum-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin' my gauge to your throat.


Bizzy [Krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]


Flesh
A nigga stay down foe my thang, bang, sendin' me bullets up into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us. We the muthafuckin' thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dawg. Maintain, swang, gotta kick 'em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I'm off the hook when I put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You're wrong. On the ground they lay, when I spray that chrome. Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I'm comin' up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find they time to grind. Droppin' the dime, packin' the nine, and ready to bang. Pullin' the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone got a game, man. We crept and we came. (crept and we came… [*6])


Krayzie

Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. [*3]


Bizzy

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [*4]


Krayzie

Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. [*3]

Tha crossroads - Bone Thugs 'N Harmony



(BONE):
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you
Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to
hide
When judgment comes for you, cuz it's gonna come for you
(BIZZY):
Head south, Slingin' it for Wally
Eazy sees Uncle Charlie, Little Boo and God's got 'em
And I'm gonna miss everybody
I roll with Bone, my gang
Look to dem rocks and slang
And pray to dust and man, that true beat to beat the same
Lil' Layzie came to me
Tell me the truth of the deceased, but then please
Murder me bye-bye, cry-cry? No way, your gang Oh yay
(LAYZIE):
Now Flesh you workin' on a plan from heaven, follow the lord all
24/7 days
God is who we praise, even though the devil's all up in my face
He's keepin' me safe and in my place?
St. Clairs can't catch the race without chase, now face the judge
Got to get myself a buzz, girls be bitches no messin' with thugs
Oooo, what can I do, it's all about a felly/family and how we do?
Can I get a witness lettin' a fool, we livin' our lives and turn in our soul?
A-o-way-o
(KRAYZIE):
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray
Still we're lacin'
Now follow me roll stroll, whether He's tellin me seven
And to think about people bein bust out on their ass, while all
these
thugs drinkin brew
It's steady keepin' up with me family, exactly how many days we
got lastin'
Why you laughin', we're passin' passin' away
Now we gonna rest our souls, cuz I know I'd meetcha at up at the
crossroads
Yall'd know, if you ever got love from them Bone thugs baby
(WISH):
Now Eazy's gone gone, really wish he could come home
But when you gotta die, gotta bye-bye, all a thug could do is cry
cry
Why they kill my dog, and man I miss my Uncle Charles y'all
He shouldn't be gone, in front of his home
What they did to Ruu was wrong
Oooo so wrong, gotta hold on, gotta stay strong
When the day comes better believe Bone got a shoulder you can
lean on
(BONE):
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Chorus:
(BIZZY & WISH):
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
(LAYZIE & KRAYZIE):
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
(BIZZY):
And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody
Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody
Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody
(LAYZIE):
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
And I'm askin' the good lord, while inside he told me we live to die
(FLESH):
What's up with the murder ya'll
See, my little cousin was home
Somebody really wrong, and he wanted to test his dome
And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy bone
(KRAYZIE):
You know what sayin, when Bizzy is comin its seems to be gettin
easier
Again and again, tell me whatcha gonna do
(WISH):
Can somebody anybody tell me why
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why, we die we die, but I
don't wanna
die
(BONE):
Oooo so wrong, Oooo wrong, Oooo so wrong, Ooooooooooo
wrong

Chorus:
(BIZZY & WISH)
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
(LAYZIE & KRAYZIE)
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
(Repeat gradually fading away)

Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone.
Eazy-E: Eternal. Eternal. Eternal
St. Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas).
(Laughing. Scream. Thunder.)
Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before 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. 'Member to test nuts . . .
(Explosion.)
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!

(Laughing.)
Right back at your muthafuckin' ass comes those real true thugs staight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas. You better tell me what's real, bitch. Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.
Nigga, this St. Clair (this St. Clair, this St. Clair)

Layzie:
Yeah, nigga.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.
Bizzy:
Nigga be all about that llello bankroll. Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang. Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good til dawn. When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'. Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven. Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray. Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya. When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop. Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.

Krayzie:
Them St. Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud. They drugged. I roll with them trues. Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up. What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new. So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks. Bust a left at the block. Hey, what do ya know? Oh, no, the po-po--they follow. Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender. Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five. Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real. Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel. Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets. So drop that dollar, man. Gotta holler, bang. Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts. Nigga,
don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.

Layzie:
Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off thai. My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine. But I kill 'em all, dog. Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now? Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down. And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas. Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas. Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell. Daily collectin' me mill, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails. Oh, well.

Krayzie:
Execution double nine style,
with Layzie:
steadily sendin' that body underground.

Bizzy (Police Officer)
Shhh! Shut up, nigga. Shut the fuck up, nigga. Here they come. Here they come. Here they come, nigga. Duck down, nigga. Duck down. Duck down. Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga. Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it. Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit!

Bizzy (Krayzie)
I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)…bye
Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...)
Willin' and ready to ride.

Krayzie
Pop-pop! Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done. Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned. One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air. Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care. You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga. Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. Senseless killa. Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. 'Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit. Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man. They givin' me what me need, man. When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.
So come to the Land where all the thugs be real. Them St. Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.

Bizzy (Krayzie)
I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)…bye
Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...)
Willin' and ready to ride.

Bizzy (Police Officer)
(Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!

Reporter
The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.

Bizzy
Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap. Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked. Little' Rip didn't wanna! The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up. Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs. All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all. And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down. You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully. Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely. What is it in you, deeper than dead? And we get fried. P.O.D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night. Once inside forgettin' about remorse. Your curse will ride. Cry now when you're ready to lie down. When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.

Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.

Witnesses
Man, he just...all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. I didn't know what was goin' on. I'm just walkin' by. Just got a?bought a bottle of wine. I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened.

Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, "Don't jump." And he did...wheeeeeew

Did you know the guy?

He sure had a problem. That's all I could tell you.

All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.

Layzie
East 1999 my niggas!
Think about back in the days when the year was '89. Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair 9-9. Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real, Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod J--much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the Land fool, and the old school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin' with trues. Rest In Peace, little nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love. Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug callin' all my niggas when it's time to nut 'em. In the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin' them dum-dums.

Krayzie
Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town. Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud). Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty. Raise up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga, don't stiff on the reefer. Mo! runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. Cops sweatin' me block. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve. Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll to the curb. Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land. My niggas, it's crazy. We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily. Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.) It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray. Eternally thugsta. East 1999 where (???).

Bizzy
Gotta give P's to them SCT's! and I roll, big thug on the Glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose. Rippin' up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Fuck them po-po. Lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn. And I guess that hood'll never learn. Gotta dip both them ones in sherm. When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me. Roll up the window. The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me? Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no fuckin' with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me. Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs. East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs.

Flesh
Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun. They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung. Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch! Trick niggas they get picked. I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect to them SCT's from C-L-E. We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims. The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'. And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'. We flippin' the scripts on over. See the Bone'll be never sober. Niggas told you, triggers showed you. East 9-9. Five soldiers.

Wish
Murder one, redrum! Try to run and get away, but it's just too late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face! Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool. Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews. Don't start no shit. We come equipped, so niggas, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'. Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'. Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves.


Wish (Layzie & Krayzie)

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run. (run) (*4)
(East 99) East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine (*8)

Layzie (Spoken):
Where you from, nigga?
Straight from the muthafuckin' Land of the Heartless.
Five true thugs from the double-glock, (and you fall) ready to pop to the dome.
Eternally, it's on. Yeah!



Straight Mo Thug nigga, return from the Clair. Test this hustla--better not dare. We thug on the block, and distributin' llello. Little Layzie be there daily collectin' me bankroll. Rollin' with trues, nothin' to lose, nevertheless ain't about that talkin'. Screamin' out murder, comin' to serve ya, nigga, we told you. Bone be stalkin' sleepwalkin'. #1 Assassin pick up the pump and then causin' the twelve gauge eruption. Let loose with a buckshot blast and Bone up outta the cut, and me buckin'. Eternally here to stay in the khakis suits and the high-tech boots. Oops! I'm comin' with troops. Fools be ready to shoot, collectin' my loot. Blazin' up, burnin' my brain, that's the insane. I crept and I came. Niggas that fell off, they thought they can hang. Gettin' 'em slain, tryin' to fuck with the chain gang. Bang! Straight Land of the Heartless, where the thugs be thinkin' on executions, straight prosecution, Lil' Lay go buck and start confusion.

Krayzie (Layzie):
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (I swang with a click tight claim)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Swang with a click tight claim)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Come swang with a click tight claim)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Swang with a click tight claim)

Bizzy:
(Pow, now) Come and then fall to me hollow points, now. Pow! Pullin' that body underground, put 'em in the grave, they lay away down. Clair playas, stay down. I'm one of the thuggest muthafuckas in your city in ah me strapped-back ride, ready. Be pap-pap in broad daylight. Chill with me, roll-roll-roll to the Boneyard. Hit that hydro. That's where all we bail, that's where all we sell, where I better keep that high on my mind, fried. Ride to the darkside. Feel the darkness?East 99. Mine the thugs, I loves 'em. Heartless, yeah! Follow me, now, and ride. Follow me, come inside. You can run, but won't escape alive. So many tried, but died.

Krayzie:
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' the bullets. They try to escape me, but only get sprayed. Gotta get away, when the po-pos chase me (chase me), so me ready with-a-me gauge. Bang-bang! Put 'em in a coffin. Buck, pump. Dumpin' they bodies, come again. Dumpin' they bodies, murder them, who in they posse? Thug, what? Check out the glock-glock, quick to hit it, we swang. Niggas slang that 'caine and remain, smoke bud all day and maintain. They come, they gun, they run from the po-po. Jump the fence hit ninety-fifth and now, nigga, let's roll some shit. Let's smoke. Out thuggin' for money, well damn, that's tellin' po-po back up off me. Nigga, me fucked up now. Little Tommy screamin' out, "Six-five!" That's when-a-me jumped up. I'm out, now. Little nigga playin' with them holice, hit the Clair, get 'em up with Bill, Will, Rod J. Nigga need some weed. That's funny, I ain't got no money. Nigga put me down, swing to the bus stop. Swig some brews. Really don't drink, but it's for me trues. Four crazy niggas with nothin' to lose.

Krayzie (Layzie):
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (I swang with a click tight claim)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Swang with a click tight claim)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Come swang with a click tight claim)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Swang with a click tight claim) Pow!

Wish:
Hey, now from the C-Town. We be down, thug niggas know Strate came up. Nigga, wanna test? Must rest buckshots all in that chest, he's fucked up. Killas for the nigga that's real, ain't in with that Clair, bleed in the dump. Pop when they run, gun, bodies goin' fall. My Cleveland niggas, what's up? Get down for that thang in the game. Bang-bang if you have to. Beatin' niggas down in any town. Now don't let me catch you. Mentality straight from the C-Town where everyday niggas get beat down. Better think before you run up. I gun up. But I think he peeps game now. To the niggas, there's just nobody fuckin' with Bone. Swang with a click tight claim. It's on. Eternally flow style, nigga that's Bone.


Krayzie (Layzie):
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (I swang with a click tight claim.)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Swang with a click tight claim.)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Come swang with a click tight claim.)
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. (Swang with a click tight claim.) Pow! (*3)

Krayzie
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit. Buck, buck to the bang. Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga. Yeah.

A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic?
Nigga that thought he could bang. That nigga's stuck. That nigga's blasted
They got my man from the Land. Never ran, I step with deadly men.
If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand.
Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland.
We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep, and the blood is seepin'.
Got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. We say bang!
Eighty-eight through ten-five?my clique. St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with.
Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body.
Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. We comin' to shoot up your posse.
My niggas, they comin' up out the woods, to get the goods.
Krayzie be thug, and want to die, that's from comin' up in my hood.
We killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun, bust one, they done.
Cleveland is where we from. Hearts, thugs have none.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2]

Bizzy
Soon as I hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun.
Come with original thugsta shit. I be flippin' it with-a-me tongue.
Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from
And I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none
Follow Rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me back
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta nigga, with or without my gat.
Forever be ready to pull out me murderin' tools East 99 style, fool!
Me put it in mind on murderin' you, followin' whenever me murder is true.
Niggas that claim to bang bang, when it comes to slang thangs, they don't.
They know they cannot buck me, one of 'em sure to slug me, but they hope
the thug I be, Bizzy. Better let 'em him be or they'll see
nigga, hangin', swangin'. Never to miss?The Biz is me.


Krayzie
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2]


Layzie
Livin' in the Land of the Heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps.
Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack. Runnin' up on the Bone, you need to be pap pap.
Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs, defendin' they drugs. When they roll up
niggas be creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up
But nigga, now hold on. Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown
Any mind is blown, lookin' down the barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome
Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage, copper take these here rocks
Double glock, my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever the trouble knocks
Steadily hittin', me clean up, get lit up forever your soul'll burn
And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up. These niggas must learn
Yearnin' to earn cheese. Ready to die, so niggas can't take these
Want to clock G's, want to move keys, not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please
East nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin' on this road to hell, and
prison walls, testin' balls, for the cause, gotta get that sale, and
bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' 9-deep my thugs. Rippin' apart shit
so nigga, don't start shit, 'cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless. Die!

Krayzie [Layzie]

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really [really no place to run!] no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even [Even the bitches carry guns] the bitches carry guns. [*6]

Doom, doom, doom, doom, me killa, (Bone…) me killa, (…Bone…) me killa. (…Bone*…) Drug dealers, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Come again me say me killa, me killa, me killa. Gravedigger, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Caught 'cha slippin' so I had to put a slug up in your chest. Should have worn that vest. Talkin' shit'll only get your ass put to rest. So nigga come come flex. Hey! Get the llello. Don't fuck with the Bone. When I'm hangin' and bangin' and slangin, swangin' blows to the dome. Nigga watch that chrome. Bodybag that ass on home. Killa, me killa.

[Hook:]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
Nigga got ta fucked up bang
Taking no shorts so fuck ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind,
Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve guage just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]

Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies fucked up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid,
Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
You don't wanna fuck wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
If you wanna die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]

Eternally thugsta style,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my killas,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda
['til fade]

Krayzie & Wish
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight.


Layzie & Bizzy
See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous.


Krayzie & Wish
And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.


Layzie & Bizzy
Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo'

Krayzie
Don't be fuckin' with my money. Nigga, no. See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all. Pump slugs. When blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall, now, dog, who ya gonna call? Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch, so a nigga just can't fuck me. Nigga better have me cash, or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast. Now, test me. Never ever let a nigga ride. When he think he fin to slide, pump him in the spine. Get him for the money. Nigga tried to play me and dash, and that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass. They telly. And me never want to see no, oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga's ends low. If he scared to smoke a primo, gotta go whether fiends in the clique?that's a no-no. Gotta make that money, man. Gimme all my change. It's a murder thang, now. Even in the dummy game, niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim. Now, Leathaface, me pick up me gauge, grab the mask, and, nigga, me blast, so ya better re
spect us, when you see the bill collector rippin', killin' niggas for that mad money thang.

Layzie
Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues, nothin' to lose, everything to prove. Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin', always on the come up creepin', runnin' this shit, now. Puttin' that Bone down. Gotta let a nigga know for the love of cheese, movin' thangs in the '95. Rollin' with Ruthless, thuggin' with my niggas from the Clair, and we smokin' them green leaves. Fuck with me, now. Oh, nigga, don't test Rest, Strate, Leathaface in the place on a mission. Don't be messin' with my bankroll. Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes. And I'm bettin' on me takin' no more losses, put 'em in a coffin, and they life is better off, and these niggas--they don't know me--they can't know me. Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone, see. Nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine. In the '95, bodies droppin'. When you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect that true house or underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector--Bone.

Krayzie & Wish
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight.


Layzie & Bizzy
See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous.


Krayzie & Wish
And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.


Layzie & Bizzy
Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo'




Wish
Nigga, take it off. Thank you. Please don't make me stack ya. Time to pay the bill, write your check up all night, catch a slug or chill. Bill collectors, better respect them Mo Thugs. Sellin' drugs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum, check 'em. Click-click, fall to the ground. When the glock pop, make your chest pump blood. And takin' too long, better drop it on down, or ya catchin' two to the head. Shoulda gave 'em up, bitch, to the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now, you're dead (yeah). Gotta pull that nine on the niggas everytime, sellin' rocks on the nine-nine. Gotta put him on the pave. If ya want to die, put 'em in the grave, better give me all them dimes. (mine!)

Krayzie (Layzie)
I didn't want to take his life, but the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello. (I see me, the murderer.) (*4)

Bizzy
Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin' steadily. All the way to the other side we ride. Sherm, when I hit that chrome and now, niggas is 'bout to die. Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland, and I couldn't sell out my city. Murder now to come up, move, Bone'll be bringin' that city, with me, pin me. Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't fuck with brains. Put in my mind off onto my murder. Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene clean. And I'm out to fade 'em. Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em. Better pray to save 'em, but it won't any good, now. Bang, bang. Caution to loss in me brain, get 'em up off the 'caine. Bang! Kill a nigga. Bang! Peel a trigger. Bang! Comin' up out to wet 'em, man. Off with the blood, put 'em in the mud with a slug, thug gotta get paid. Reachin' on back as we bail to pick up me shells. I slip in the buck, and the gauge spray. Sawed-off on the block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now. 'Cause broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga, come drop it down.


Krayzie & Wish
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight.


Layzie & Bizzy
See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous.


Krayzie & Wish
And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.


Layzie & Bizzy
Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo'


Frankie Faison (from "Coming To America")
Your rent's due, muthafucka!

Bizzy (Wish)

Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4)


Layzie

I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb. Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us before. We're druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. Puttin' in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts. Puttin' it down. Bone first. And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you wantin' to test Bone. The conse-sequences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: Ruthless. And I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. For the love of the Wasteland Clair. For the love that brought me here. Droppin' P's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop your pistol now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug shit. Mo Murda to the fools
that clone. Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness. And it's war tryin' to craft these Bones. Bring on your stretchers, you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch! Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses.


Bizzy (Wish)

Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4)


Krayzie

Niggas come fuck with me now! Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump! Nigga that's my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. Bitch if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga we're comin' to cut 'cha. Everyday be the same old: St. Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs. But nigga back up it's a bone thing, what? Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me clique see. Mo Murda! Mo Murda! And Ouija will be with me. Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember me no surrender. Kill 'em me dig real deep in a coffin. Me no pretender. Leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses.


Bizzy (Wish)

Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3)

Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!)


Wish

Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in them coffins. Let 'em know when niggas run up, I gun 'em. Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let 'em drop, Mo Thug! Them niggas is nothing but killas. We creepin', we needin' more money. We seen and we caught and hung him, uh! I'm lovin' my thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. The nigga you know that I heard you serve and murder all bustas now. Hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. And a nigga gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. Cockin' my pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what? Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall. It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. Me and my thugs, smokin', chokin', let a nigga P.O.D. off that wine.


Bizzy (Wish)

Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3)

Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!)



Flesh

Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood. It'll be your loss. Even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good. Can't fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out. Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em and beat they brains out. I gotta give P's to all of my trues steadily payin' them dues. We niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brew and actin' a fool. Mo Thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud, fiend for the green leaves. Nigga, quick pull out them trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what me need. Remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I'm bound to rip ya. Me puttin' in work, pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it. Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone'll take no shorts or losses.

Bizzy (Wish)

Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3)

Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!)


Bizzy
Boneyard! Pump nigga that's startin' some shit up, what? Little Ripsta, get 'cha. Cleveland thugs, all of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. Ready to fuck you up. Must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas. When a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. Now they be gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back door. Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigga, comin' up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire fence. Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'. Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up upon me. Turn around and faced 'em. Pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).

All
(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, killa)

Tony Tone
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come just bring your guns wit 'cha. If you're a busta niggas goin' have fun wit 'cha. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all remains the same.

Wish
Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair, nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we peel caps?pap! Fin' to get your wig cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch! Nigga, don't test my hood.

Tombstone
A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch. Puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit. So don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine. The foundation of niggas committin' the crime and murderin' every time. Niggas beware, 'cause here come the Clair mobbin' like some soldiers. Watch me fold you for actin' like somebody never told you. So off we go to the bloody road. Time to bless some souls with that nine shot, givin' props to the glock-glock.

Flesh
Pump-dump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach for the gauge and mash, yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' the wrath of the Boneyard. Thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop-chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop-pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock.

Krayzie
You better believe that we runnin' this thug style. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them wicked now. We straight off the glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good. Po-po. Fuck no! They never could fuck with a thug-ho.


All (Krayzie)
Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*4)

Mo! Hart
Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on bloody clothes. Thugs gaugin' pump eruptions, nigga trippin' shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. Ain't no sound, just the demon screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and made your body rupture. Hunt my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by.

All
Boogy Nikke on the mic, right.

Boogy Nikke
Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my pipe. Thuggin' down the double-glock, tryin' to get my serve on. Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on. But one to the sucka's head and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me.

Layzie
We jumpin' up off of the hood. We bailin'. We thugs and we lookin' like crooks. The terror be fatal. Ready to roll, now we willing and able. Rollin' with Ruthless?Bitch! Better check my label. Murdered them (them), never come again where the scandalous niggas settle. Bloody nigga, trues be on my level. Eighty through the ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. Nigga, don't take the wrong turn--you will enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome. Out the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. Cleveland Browns, the Dawg Pound home, it's on.

Sin
Never get in the mix of a Clair player--you're liable to get your wig split and dumped in a ditch, bitch! 'Cause them thugs sendin' them slugs, leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what? Don't make me go in my trench. Nigga, you got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's up. Now y'all done get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' with those...

Gates
It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. The dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the buck-buck. So where you at? Where you at? I'm strapped and ready to snap and yank a nigga's neck back. Split a Kool-Aid hat. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the Clair to tear a round 'fore somebody gets struck. You still won't want some bitch, and what the muthafuck I want? I want to wham you with a Tec-9. Now bitch, press your luck!

All (Krayzie)
Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*16)

Bone Bone Bone Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
when there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And whatcha gonna do
when there ain't no where to hide (tell me what)
When judgment comes for you (Cause it's gonna come for you)

Bizzy
Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie
Little Boo, but God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only rolled and blows my gauge looked at him while he lay
When playing with destiny, plays too deep for people to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

Layzie
God bless you working on a plan to Heaven
Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race with a chance to face the judge
And I betcha my soul won't budge
Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs
Oh what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll
Can I get a witness let it unfold
We livin our lives till eternal our soul aye-oh-aye-oh

Krayzie
Pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll
Whether is tell of his Heaven
Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone
Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo
It's steadily creeping up on the family
Exactly how many days we got lasting
While you laughing we're passing, passing away
So y'all go rest y'all souls
Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads
Y'all know y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby

Wi$h
Lil Eazy's long gone
Really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die
Gotta go bye bye
All a lil thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog and man
I miss my uncle Charles y'all
and he shouldn't be gone, in front of his home
What they did to Boo was wrong
Oh so wrong, oh so wrong
Gotta hold on gotta stay strong
When the day comes
Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on (lean on)

Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Layzie & Krayzie
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

Bizzy
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody

Layzie
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
And I'm asking the good Lord "Why?" and sigh
It's I he told me we live to die

Krayzie
What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinning
And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends
Wanna come again, again and again
Now tell me whatcha gonna do

Wi$h
Can somebody anybody tell me why?
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die?
I don't wanna die

Ohhh so wrong
Ohhhhh wrong
Ohhh so wrong
Ohhhhh wrong

Layzie & Krayzie
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

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:
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 ′r
ound 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:
killa, killa, killa, killa.

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]

(Mo′ Thugs Remix)
MARIAH CAREY featuring Bone thugs-n-harmony
[Birds chirping.]
Layzie:
Over, over. Don′t break down yet, it′s over.
Over, over. Don′t break down yet, it′s over.
Over, over.

Krazie:
Steady breakin′ me on down.
Mariah:
Oooh.
Krazie:
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 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 disguise 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 about it[Krazie: 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 disguise 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, P.O.D′ed, 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? Pac said 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 disguise 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.

Tha crossroads - Bone Thugs 'N Harmony



(BONE):
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you
Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to
hide
When judgment comes for you, cuz it's gonna come for you
(BIZZY):
Head south, Slingin' it for Wally
Eazy sees Uncle Charlie, Little Boo and God's got 'em
And I'm gonna miss everybody
I roll with Bone, my gang
Look to dem rocks and slang
And pray to dust and man, that true beat to beat the same
Lil' Layzie came to me
Tell me the truth of the deceased, but then please
Murder me bye-bye, cry-cry? No way, your gang Oh yay
(LAYZIE):
Now Flesh you workin' on a plan from heaven, follow the lord all
24/7 days
God is who we praise, even though the devil's all up in my face
He's keepin' me safe and in my place?
St. Clairs can't catch the race without chase, now face the judge
Got to get myself a buzz, girls be bitches no messin' with thugs
Oooo, what can I do, it's all about a felly/family and how we do?
Can I get a witness lettin' a fool, we livin' our lives and turn in our soul?
A-o-way-o
(KRAYZIE):
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray
Still we're lacin'
Now follow me roll stroll, whether He's tellin me seven
And to think about people bein bust out on their ass, while all
these
thugs drinkin brew
It's steady keepin' up with me family, exactly how many days we
got lastin'
Why you laughin', we're passin' passin' away
Now we gonna rest our souls, cuz I know I'd meetcha at up at the
crossroads
Yall'd know, if you ever got love from them Bone thugs baby
(WISH):
Now Eazy's gone gone, really wish he could come home
But when you gotta die, gotta bye-bye, all a thug could do is cry
cry
Why they kill my dog, and man I miss my Uncle Charles y'all
He shouldn't be gone, in front of his home
What they did to Ruu was wrong
Oooo so wrong, gotta hold on, gotta stay strong
When the day comes better believe Bone got a shoulder you can
lean on
(BONE):
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Chorus:
(BIZZY & WISH):
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
(LAYZIE & KRAYZIE):
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
(BIZZY):
And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody
Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody
Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody
(LAYZIE):
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
And I'm askin' the good lord, while inside he told me we live to die
(FLESH):
What's up with the murder ya'll
See, my little cousin was home
Somebody really wrong, and he wanted to test his dome
And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy bone
(KRAYZIE):
You know what sayin, when Bizzy is comin its seems to be gettin
easier
Again and again, tell me whatcha gonna do
(WISH):
Can somebody anybody tell me why
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why, we die we die, but I
don't wanna
die
(BONE):
Oooo so wrong, Oooo wrong, Oooo so wrong, Ooooooooooo
wrong

Chorus:
(BIZZY & WISH)
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
(LAYZIE & KRAYZIE)
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
(Repeat gradually fading away)

Krayzie:
Bone, Bone, Bone . . .
Wasteland soldiers.
These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives].
I′ve been strugglin′, hustlin′, thuggin′ it forever.
Come and look deeply in my eyes.
[with Layzie: my eyes]
I′ve been strugglin′, hustlin′, thuggin′ it forever, and ever.
Bone, Bone, Bone . . .
We gotta prepare, gotta prepare, gotta prepare for eternal warfare.
Only time will tell who dies.
These are the days of our lives.
[Layzie: Only time will tell . . .]
Come look deeply in my eyes.
These are the days of our lives.
See the murder mold our lives.
[Layzie: See the murder mold.]
These are the days of our lives.
[Layzie: 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 Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]

Layzie:
Eternal Your thugs. Here I come, tellin′ ′em soldier stories. Been daily collectin′ my lesson, went out on a quest and without any question, stressin′, no restin′, we journey. This blessin′ shiftin′ the game, rearrangin′ thangs, ′cause most the world was bringin′ me down. Mesmerized, controlled by the other side, and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .

Wish:
. . . but he won′t get me in time, fuckin with Bone, and he′s likin′ these rhymes. We rhyme, better believe, it′s all the time, nigga, we ′live. We straight up soldiers [soldiers]. Better hear what I told ya [told ya]. We rob before we go broke, man, we robbin′ y′all, all a y′all, all a y′all.

Krayzie:
Y′all my dogs. If ya call or ya fall, depend on that nigga whenever, and I will be there. Lean on me, but let us get rid of the enemies makin′ me sayin′, ″Now why, oh, why?″, but if you think you can hang, then . . .
Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]

Layzie:
Thuggin′ in the studio, y′all know we roll hydro. Everytime we rhyme, I′m high. Look at me deeply in my eyes. I rise to the top of the game. Nowhere did I have to run, now way did I have to turn. Sherm, but a lot of niggas won′t learn, but the money that I earn, won′t burn, so come again.

Wish:
Better watch that MAC-10, nigga. This one′s for me and my friends. We steadily rollin′. I told ya. Keep bringin′ home platinum and gold ones. Pap. Pap. Put it all on the ground, yeah Bone, yeah, we used to get down [get down] with a clack back, put on the ground, now get down.

Bizzy:
Well, it must be ghosts who stroll, when I roll, but they ain′t gon′ get in, though. I′m sittin′ alone in my window. Little Eazy, bless his soul, it′s so cold, [it′s so cold]. Lil′ Bizzy got stress from the peeps the streets, and none of these police holice know me, still wanna him cuffed up, bitch. No peace, no peace.

Krayzie:
Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]

Bizzy:
And it ain′t no mystery that Biz still be yellin′, bailin′, pullin′ into me city. Study Ripsta′s scripture, sista, receive me, I′m off. ″Hey, weeders ′til the end [end], maybe double me up and get one for my friend. Twenty-twin, twin, we′re biddin′ on bud [on bud], start the bid at a fin. So, who wanna bag? Who wanna bag? You wanna bag? You gotta bag. Sold.″ Send him outta the door to liquor store for the blunts to roll. Only my Lord can tell who dies. So pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together of our lives.

Krayzie:
My Lordy Lord maintain. It′s hard ′cause I′m a soldier at war. ′Cause everybody wanna try to bring out the devil in me, but they′re evil, and better believe weed keeps me at ease. Take notes, oh no, ′cause here it comes. That murder mo comin′ to carry you, oh, you, oh. We′re lovin′ this shit, when they pullin′ the gauge out [murder]. Hey, they put it up to your temple, and we blow your brains out. Die.
Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]
Only time will tell who dies.
Come look deeply in my eyes.
See the murder mold our lives.
These are the days of our lives.

Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.

Krayzie:
Yo, fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some police think they have the authority to kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell. Fuckin' with a nigga, 'cause a nigga turned major, and got a little bit of money and they play us, search a nigga car, lookin' for a product, thinkin' every thug nigga sellin' narcotics. They'd rather see me in the pen, than me blowin' indo rollin' in my Benz-o. I send the police to the grave, and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down and grab on his nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none, but don't let it be a black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street t
op. Black police showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will swarm on any muthafucka in a blue uniform. Just 'cause I'm from the C-L-E, the punk muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh. A young nigga on the warpath, and when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath of cops dying around my way. Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to say:

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.

Krayzie and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone said it with authority, 'cause the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang, and it's whenever I'm steppin' that a muthafuckin' weapon is kept in the stash spot for the so-called law, wishin' Bone was some niggas that they never saw. Lights start flashin' behind me, but they scared of a nigga, so they mase me to blind me, but that shit don't work. I just laugh, and plus, it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path. The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand, but take off the gun, so we can see what's up, and I'll go at it, punk, and I'm a fuck you up. Made ya think I'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and Bone's gon' blast. I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime, and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me and any asshole that threatens me. I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope, takin' out a cop or two. They can'
t fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa that's mad with potential to get bad as fuck. Now I'm a turn it around--dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' like that, but it all depends on the size of the strap. Takin' out a police will make my day, and the niggas like Bone, don't give a fuck to say . . .

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.

Layzie:
I'm tired of these muthafuckin' jackins. Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and shinin' the lights in my face and for what? Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so much butt. I kick ass, nigga. Maybe, 'cause I blast on a stupid-ass nigga when I'm playin' with the trigger of an uzi or an AK, 'cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say. They pull out my picture with silence, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. It's Bone with the criminal behavior. Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga, but still I got flavor. Without a gun and a badge, what do you got? A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me or one of my niggas, and with a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.
Krayzie:
Size don't mean shit. I'm from the old school, fool.
Layzie:
And as you all know, Layzie Bone came to rule. Whenever I'm rollin', keep on lookin' in your mirror, and ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a dumb muthafucka with a gun. And when I'm rollin' off the Eight, you'll be the one that I take out, and then I get away, and while I'm drivin' off laughin', this is what I say, believe that . . .

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.

Bizzy:
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 should, 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
gleam, 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 marchi
n′, 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 . . .
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 . . .

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 . . .

[Chorus]
Shoot shoot shoot ′em up, shoot ′em up, shoot ′em up [x4]
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don′t wanna roll
Cause then we give it to you, we′re gonna bring it to you, oh yeah...

Right off the job, ooh now I gots ta let ya know,
When you seen betta be rollin′ with tha big shot guns
And we deep when we creep never sleepin′ and we droppin′
Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
Now that you know like that
These niggaz come around they don′t know how to act, in fact
I′m at the track in tha 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 bank
Slang that bud on over yo thug
So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate
We straight get high, so high
That′s how my mental, that′s how my mental stay
It′s like parlay parlay like every day
Don′t think on tha pimp, playa hatin′
But ya betta be pinnin′ yo self
I cuts in with tha M-11, 357
Automatic weapons from my shelf.
These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self
Tryin′ to get in but they couldn′t win
We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll.
Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock,
′Bout ta hit this corna,
Livin like a thugs on tha real who′s stronga
When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz

Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall
Buck-buck, oh yeah
Niggaz be gettin′ they pistols finna,
And fuck with tha real mothafuckas
They fuck with us when we puff bitch
Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick
Hey, and 44 mag don′t go and
Tha little nigga don′t know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter
Execution, i′ll be shootin′ round
″Leavin′ em off on ya raw″
Ya plot me cause you watch me
My nigga you know you watchin me now
When bitch niggaz run up and try me
I′m flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin′ you wonderin′ redrum
bye-bye
And fo sure we lit em up good
And you can still find me where
You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair
Going back to the mo
And it′s Cleveland Cleveland
You know we thuggin′ and thievin′ thievin′
There′s somebody who got beef, we got millions to make
A whole notha record
For you see my niggaz we comin′ with nothin to lose
And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus
Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room
If I could just look up and see ya dyin′ iyin, iyin and flippin′ my mind
Whereever you dig em quiet
The get past on tha ride right bang
That′s tha way you get a man, get a man
Sneak up on him and you kill him
And he won′t fuck with you no more.
You havin a party
With that weed goin up in ya body
Smokers chill
My niggaz they got me sloppy
High oh so so high

Come on come on don′t be shy let′s get high
We got tha herb, if you want some, want some
We got weed indeed you need some, need some
Oh yeah
I know this just might sound crazy, but lately
Gotta roll wit′ my gun
Cause tha hatas they hate me
When they heard that nigga bone
Niggaz somehow someway get paid
Even if they hate that buck to tha bang
Good thing I got a gat cause we rhyme tight rhymes
Had to thug out but it came in time
Just two times
And if you give it to me
My thugs gon′ give it to you
So people pull back its cool
Somebody′s head gon′ get blown
Bone, doin ya best on that
Hey, hey, hey
Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang
Nigga wanna roll with bone it′s on
But nigga we cool, we cool
Don′t forget playa hataz gettin′
That buck to tha bang
All up in tha body, got ′em got ′em
We won′t be slippin′ we might just be peepin′ you all tha time
I′m comin′ I′m gunnin′
And put that on tha dolla man...

Shoot ′em up always, St. Clair breakin′ you off and, you lossin′, betta look to
falsin′, that′ll be coffins for all of ya offspring
Well that′ll be coffins for all of ya offspring
For tha police on the corna′
Creepin up because tha soldiers
Well they betta be watchin′ on of them St. Clair niggaz
Puttin′ it together to grab the doja
Well I know ya, see now you jumpin′ about yo shit you
Ready with a gang of bitches for you
Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang,
That buck, buck to smoke jane
See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
With that Bizzy maintain
Well it be that north coast homie
That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
Police want to search you for nothin′ but that skunk
So it′s on bitch bang
Feel it bitch cause my trigga′ fingaz a bitch
Ho I be puttin em down with my click
I stood em all, and still play
And rest my nine up when I′m fuckin with y′all
Slangin my dogs to dem all
Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it′s all good
I still ball, and I′m knowin′ you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be
showin′
Cause as I′m flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here
Clair, stickin′ up tha sto′
What did you think i′m scared
There you are
What did you think i′d bring you down...

Chorus [x4]

[Intro]
We′re not against rap
We′re not against rappers
But we are against those thugs (thugs, thugs, thugs)

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Layzie Bone]
Your feelin′ the strength of the rump
Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel
Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoples cause we so real
Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin
Bring on that ammunition, trippin′ on sip
Not to mention, never knew no competition
But I gotta get mine, so scream out ″Mo!″ and let me hear ya holler
Not about that mighty dollar
Roll with the bone, mo′ thugs will follow
Chain gang, remaining the same
Flamin′ my dank and drinkin brew
Thinkin′ about hangin′, clockin my bank, and thuggin′ with trues, fools

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Wish Bone]
Get ready for the bone and the Mo Thug, bustas
You know me as a hustla
Try to creep and get beat, maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under
Straight jackets, 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 till me skull crack
Red blue all the way back

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Krayzie Bone]
Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa)
Loc′in, steady chokin′ off that potent smoke
and runnin from the po-po, now
Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas
Puff, puff to the brain shot
Love P.O.D.′ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk
Old English, really don′t need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk
They pump bone, so leave ′em alone
You don′t wanna get shut down
Thug runnin the nine-quad,
and you better believe 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 the same cut,
Leatherface on the creep and I came up

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Bizzy Bone]
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 in, mistakin′ the 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. Claire P′s to appeal to the G′s
And a buck to all my enemies

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5]

We got Layzie and
We got Krayzie
Bizzy′s in the house
Wish is in the house
And Flesh
And Tasha
Cleveland′s definiteley in the house

It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x6]

Battlecry Remix)
as interpolated by BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY

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 to die.], 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′ (censored) 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 care. 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 need 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 before? 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. Focus 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-toed 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 if the 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 are 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 ready to 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

(The Roof is) On Fire


For the Menensky tribe worldwide
(will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)

[Chorus] 2x
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter

It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain
Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children
Came out of Cleveland with Steven,
and even my peoples was creepin,
but now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin
Did ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and,
keep the pistol gripped
Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem
Look out for lay man
His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
Don't run to lose your life
Enjoy
I ain't fuckin around and makin the noise,
but better believe I'll get up and leave and keep my poise
(O yellow boy you holdin??? Hell, yeh!!!!)
Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack,
and I got a mini-mack for the action
The murder and mashin,
Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash
50 thousand dollars cash
As fast as you can smash
Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks
Flash through the childhood relax and,
react it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac
Forgive but never forget
Sin yeh even within the thin begin again
With that pretty little bitch in your click
Uh spittin' demonish shit
Hey baby you need a friend
and act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off
Fuck the club even the six it's hellish
I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs
Who be fuckin with
seven....seven....seven....seven....
seven....seven....seven....seven....

[Chorus] 2x
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.

Gather up gas masks for biological war
We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho'
Niggaz in the C.O.
We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes
With the last word (SHUT UP!)
The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code
Oh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the Millenium
Your future youth be the truth in the music
You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore
Little E, B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Murdered in California
Need I say more
Killa forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it?
Lose the Lord's covanent
I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck
Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up
Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war
Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired
The Roof is on fire...
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all
put y'all muthafuckin lighters in the air
Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - lil' nigga...

[Chorus] 6x
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.

Is your brain on drugs?shit yall don't know nothin bout this weed, I always get
high on the realest level ive been smokin since i was about eleven or twelve

Demons surround me all the time

[Bizzy - repeat 2X]
Demons surround me all the time
Demons surround me all the time
Now pick up your psychic line
Now pick up your psychic line

[Bizzy]
Nobody believes
Nobody believes
Nobody believes me, even my baby girl
See I was raised up on that ouija in my crazy world
Better take it easy
[Sang] Outta my mind, outta my mind
outta my mind, outta my brains, brains
7th Sign time, in a line, shine, fin to bye-bye, die die, bang bang
Hit 'em with that woo-woo, and that flip-flop flown-n-low
Steady as we roll
Maybe you don't know, oh
Get away for safety, in a coma like state, invade me
Everyone say: "Hey, hey, he's crazy"
Premenitions, kick pushin' daisies
Wait, they chase to slay me
Paranoid, mortal to the paranormal, jumpin' out portals.
Kinetical energy formal in the global get warmer
Mormons may mourn, may Messiahs be born, torn in the purgatory
Sworn to violence, silence, word my bond
Get ya story on, call me, saw me in the army gatherin' in harmony
Hardly in all we be so salty

[Chorus]
Demons surround me all the time
Demons surround me all the time
Now pick up your psychic line
Now pick up your psychic line

[Bizzy]
Talk to the walkin' dead, crossroads, call on the Rev., lost souls
And I'm off in a coffin' tossin' my memoirs, oh no
In the closet, come open the door, what do you see?
A funeral
Usually closest to kosher 'til I see some loved ones, don't go
Get it crucial, pick up the psychic line
Future to before time in the sinister mind of spiritual wicked
Intertwined with weak souls, come kick it
Written, rewind, get it, look out, hit it, rise
Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride
Mimic, die
Nigga, fly
Boom bye-bye.
My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign (7th Sign)
Time after time get mine, gon' get mine
Pick up the phone line, pick up the phone line,
ready for truth on the loose?
Got a dime or two and I'm liable to tell you, only if you know, wooo
He flew right bye you, true
demons follow and resume from the womb in the tomb
I fool you, boom, boom, boom
B-b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Bizzy - repeat 5X]
Demons surround me all the time

Gunfire & Explosions Sound)

(Bizzy Speaking)
It's time to give up the ghost. (Yo, what the fuck is this nigga)?
Give up the ghost. (Shit, niggaz can't even get it on nowadays).
Niggaz probably think we crazy up in this motherfucker, ha ha ha.
I got my mob up in this motherfucker. (My cousins fightin cousins).
Oh and they ready for war.
Let me hear my regime, make some motherfucking noise.
It's a war going on in the universe against good and evil.
(Crowd Roars)
Niggaz don't give a fuck out here, boy.
It's a war going on out here, you ain't knowing.
Can I smoke, smoke? Can I smoke?
I tell you, it's a war going on out here.
It's good and evil man.
That's my camouflage, motherfucker.
You boys is off the hook.

(Bizzy Rapping)
It's a war going on and my dogs is raw.
Nigga look in your rearview and tell me what you saw.
I see this bulletproof nigga with his hand on his gun.
I said nigga, you push the gas and somebody run.
We all scatter from the chit chat bang.
You think I'm high nigga, you got me fucked up.
I'm looking through your eyes nigga.
And I'm tough as fuck, coughing daily.
Nigga, look the same popped comet coming at you.
Who's gonna stop it? I say we dropping these hits.
Straight platinum, can you hack it?
Hell yeah, I'm been rapping since you was going on, what's happening?
Run DMC, can you walk this way?
Hell naw nigga, but I can sure pull my pistol and pop you,
stupid motherfucker.

(Bizzy)
Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas
See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see
They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master
So the people didn't go on the boat, you know what I'm sayin'?
B-L-A-C-K-H-O-L-E
(Shit, smoke, can a black man get some paper up in this place, man?)
(But I'm a black man in a white man's world)
Fuck this shit

Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menensky!) mobbin'
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka!

(Bizzy)
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka with Watts niggas
In Cali ready to riot and rally around
brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo
?? Gettin' wacko and smokin' tabacco
Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I'll pat you down too
My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don't make me blast you
Right past you with the mask on, bitch
Sippin' the passion, get it twisted mister bitchafied
This introduction bustin'
I'm bumpin' properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job
Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no pron
You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, nigga don't jock me--you're raw

(Chorus)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(I'm tryin' to get high muthafucka')
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(You're over here trippin' and shit, man what the fuck's wrong with you?)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Man, we mobbin' on niggas
You niggas can't fuck with me
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects,
We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run

(Bizzy)
Hock my Benz
Fuck a bitch for the babies and Christmas gifts
When I'm lifted ridin' down the strip: same niggas, the same shit
Workin' the graveyard shift back on Brackland where the broads flipped like a
movie
And my raw dogs trip in the line of duty
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the hoopties and my Lucciano's
groovy
Judge and jury my movie confuse me with those other thugs
On a high speed chase say
Say don't swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like love
We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, muthafucka word
Sift through my proberbs
And I heard that we're rockin' up birds
When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin' soldiers
Smokin' doja, composure suppose

(Chorus)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Menensky muthafuckin' mobbin')
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Watts niggas. With Watts with muthafuckin' problems, c'mon, c'mon)
Oh, Menensky mobbin
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run

(Bizzy)
Born to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit
I'm on the chronic chokin' bubonic, harmonic
Eyes blood-shot red, loc'd out like Eazy--he dead, surprise
Fuck the Feds, fuck the bitches instead
Step in the bedroom, I'm about to get some head soon
She's wet in the womb
I'm kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun up
What up, done up, shut up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful
Well why the fuck I feel so much pain stressin' my brain?
Let the train pass, look at the sky, play, laugh
With visions back in May on how I played dad
Don't say that and criticize yourself, I'm'a tell the truth
Roof nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly
And shoot if you wanna
Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, it's normal
Eventually your number's called through the portal and muthafucka fall
Here's a quarter to call your dogs

Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Nigga, Menensky mobbin' world-muthafuckin'-wide on these hoes, c'mon!)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
Whoo!
We're smokin' chronic with love and the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
For sure
(Menensky niggas mobbin' world wide
Are you down with the Menensky Tribe? Getready for war)

{Mr. Majesty}
This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs)
(Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin')

Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle

Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope

{Mr. Majesty}
Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for
You can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw
You can steady toughen the law;
They'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores
Tuck in your jaw
If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower
Sinus flaired to the smallest odor
Tried to get open but just a file folder
Next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless death
I'm compound to be a sound souljah
On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava
Drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder
Addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures
Enlistment predicted to be held over
Hired wired cobras to work front desk, smoke
Dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be less
His ploy to decoy the congress, skills
Too broke to pay homage
In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate
Had your staff astonished precise math, most dominant
Switch

{Mr. Majesty}
Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish
No talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced
Stompin' the housing, crowdin' kids
That's pounding playgrounds and courts
Where small missiles went through
So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse
Raps biggest divorce needs figures
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth
When the greed mood falls off
The danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft
Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus
Not lookin', in a rush, might have been a mascot for
I. H. O. P. as human slush, keep it lower than hush
The diploma for lust and slight comas
When I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts
Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush

Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle

Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope

{Mr. Majesty}
Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds
The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' them down
A nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground
Preparering kings, courtship is now
Ignite torch for sundown
Quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga
This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders
White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November
At the brink of dismay
My eyes will never flicker
Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver
Have no ties to the beginning
Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks
Incentive: soul search the whole earth extensive
Had a low chirp, slow birth in placenta
Incubated and escalated to contender
Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on mush
Now sexually molest ovaries, finessed
Locally approach me with respect and royalty - Majesty

"And after this you'll call me Your Majesty'"

Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence
No talents with instruments
But the choke - hold vocals compensate the difference
Society full of menaces - abnormal residents

It's like I'm floatin'
I think I'm floatin'
Got me open, I guess I'm floatin'
No jokin', I'm movin' as my words are spoken
A vibe in groovin', lightening movement
I feel so exclusive

(Bizzy)
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew, if only you knew
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew
(Nobody can stop me Damn)
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew
(Nobody can stop me)
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew, if you only knew.

(Bizzy)
Look at my sister sadden when my baby's mammy
Like she can't stand me
Say family be the first to turn so pity (?)
Filamina, my granny, celebrate the grammy damn
Nobody knew no plannin' was so perfect
Rollin' my (?), never forget the Bones
Trippin' on foster homes
Sayin' I wasn't manly with a scarred up soul
Why can't my skeletons understand me
What if I said I was molested
Would you look at me peel,
But I keep on bailin
And I hope I don't go to hell, stressed I will
Can I sell my bio? I was born in Ohio
Already on trial
Cause Pops said I looked too light, but mom 's just white
But I still had your smile
And look at me now gotta be proud of myself
Ain't nobody else soundin' so worried about my health
And all the while takin' care of my kids
How would they live
If I ain't hustlin', strugglin', (trustin') still keepin' Jesus a part of
solution
He gives life in the lungs
Breath through tongue
Now here it comes
Now, here it comes; and here we go

(chorus)
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
If only you knew
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?

(Bizzy)
And my mama took plenty beatings
Now in her third damn marriage and man
Actin' like he cares apparently 'till you perish
But I was always there for you
Even though you let me leave he's beatin the shit outta me, too
Probably why I got my bodyguards
And I'm in charge
Watch me sleep the pay is meek
But stay with me
And keep my heart collateral, we'll never break apart
Y'all didn't see me with Eazy, as a child of god
With the underdog
Never applaud once you reminisce through the ball
Movin' in Heaven's movie
Y'all, think of all that fucked-up shit you saw
Only if you knew what I was goin' through

(chorus)
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
If only you knew
Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now
If only you knew
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?

(Bizzy)
Flashback to may and with the weight of the world
Can't stop my girl from steppin
Lookin' for affection in wrong places
My lesson be learned world turns
The early bird gets the worm
What if it's rotten while you rushin' for love and get burned?
Five kids and that's my only concern
I was a father before I became a man society don't comprehend
Callin' me worthless but I could purchase what they purchase
But I understand behind closed curtains you workin' on being a man
Death scares me
But Jesus will prepare me
And hopefully repair me
As god would want him to, really really
Ghetto media see the thug
Watch your sins
Then it's true you can be born again.

(chorus) (repeat till end)
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now