Krayzie Bone

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999



World war.

This is combat. I don't think these niggas really know. This shit is for
real--this is not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the fuck up, and
put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just
don't care, and fuck the muthafuckin' police, and kill all the muthafuckin'
enemies!

Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up bitch? We can roll.
Anybody wanna fuck with me? 'Cause I'm down to fuck back with you. What you
wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its
real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you
could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs ran? Nigga, we never ever run
from no man, and fear none. If you see their click, then niggas, get the big
guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the bitch run. He said he came to get some;
nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do
too much [Nigga ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit
comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these niggas gotta
lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? Nigga your head got cracked. We
heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. But y'all niggas know what's up.
What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come on.

World war.

Now you know, now you know. Now you know . . . Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to
bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect your brain. Get a gun
and bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my nigga. We can handle
that any way you want to handle static. Nigga, thugstyle, buckwild. Some
tear-up-the-club shit? Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin'
around the playa haters on the ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he
drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been took--no, not by the bullet,
but the nigga with the heater. I'm trigger happy. I'll be in demand, I'm in
command. So let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. They clones that
look and sound like Bone. Give a muthafucka more than Speedknots. And when he
run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas ain't Mobsters, 'cause if
it was the mob nigga, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole
cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for niggas to hold
on, to keep up. But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was claimin' it
first, it's who's the realest [realest]. Do not enlist if you're not ready for
war.

World War.

Wind Blow

[Layzie Bone:]
Bone Thugs n Harmony
A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow)
A nigga got dat Grammy
Open the door nigga,

Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up they all on me
They smiles phony
It's hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake
They tryna eat out of yo plate
And you can't get a break
Now how much can you take
For heavens sake
I can't wait they gone be
(Listening to the wind blow)

[Krayzie Bone:]
Sittin back blowin on indo
Waving wit my middle finger hangin out the window lets roll
Get yo muthafuckin hand out my pocket
Now they wanna be wit a nigga
Feel like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin by
(Listening to the wind blow)

[Wish Bone:]
Nigga to the real to the sets
When it comes to the streets
Livin peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto
Give all peace won't let is go
Say we wouldn't make it
Now we some of the greatest
Bumpin through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo

[Chorus: x2]
And if don't love me now
You'll never love me again
I can still here you sayin'
You must never
Break the chain

[Layzie Bone:]
4 tru thugs from the double glock
A nigga ready to rumble
When trouble knocks
2 one way tickets straight off the block
We gonna this pay
Yall niggaz jus watch
"All eyes on me"
Like my name is Pac
Fuckin hip hop cock
Gotta pass the glock
Takin drastic shots
Till these bastards stop
When the casket drop
I be mashin out
In brand new drop top flyin nigga
(Listening to wind blow)

[Krayzie Bone:]
Killin them niggaz witta automatic weapon
When they step up
They get hit up wit the AK-47
Anybody tryna git the muthafuckin blessin
They betta not mess wit mine cuz im tellin
Any you niggaz run up again
That it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in
Boy you betta listen listen listen
(Listening to wind blow)

[Wish Bone:]
If you get a change of foot
Inch for inch
Just do it do it
Grab the game
Do it to it it
Chase to chase
But still hood
Live it or love it
Dummies of the rocks
Duck up out of my hood hood hood

[Chorus x2]

(Murder) mo murder them all [x4]
[Krayzie Bone:]
So you felt like The wind blow
Never see me cuz I get ghost
So a nigga neva get close
I go fast or slow
No matter the tempo
Murda the instrumental
Murda the rhythm
I ride to the rhythm of murda
Its murda
This lyrical venom I serve a
Gone kill 'um at minimal murda
Nigga burn some some
Stick wit grans dats, Stack cash
Nigga you betta learn some (some some)
We got the hood hot lock
Even got the burbs bumpin bumpin
They probably tryna get in
Don't nobody wanna be left in the wind

[Layzie Bone:]
Uh-oh
Niggaz that's not tryna listen to Bone
The early bird get the worm
Take the game by the throat and squeeze
Till the muthafucka broke believe
Its murda we wrote
Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth
These niggaz don't feel it cuz we spit the truth
Aint never no fake and they got me to prove
Haters just hate and we do what we do

Let 'um talk to you in the face
Only because we blew up in they face
If was Bone hurtin
If that was the case
I'll probably go loco and catch me a case
Nigga jus move and give me some space
When I let the wind blow in my face
Nigga don't quit till I finish the race
Number one is the place

[Chorus: x2]
And if don't love me now
You'll never love me again
I can still hear you sayin'
You must never
Break the chain

[Krayzie Bone:]
Now we ridin by [x4]

Wind Blow

[Layzie Bone:]
Bone Thugs n Harmony
A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow)
A nigga got dat Grammy
Open the door nigga,

Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up they all on me
They smiles phony
It's hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake
They tryna eat out of yo plate
And you can't get a break
Now how much can you take
For heavens sake
I can't wait they gone be
(Listening to the wind blow)

[Krayzie Bone:]
Sittin back blowin on indo
Waving wit my middle finger hangin out the window lets roll
Get yo muthafuckin hand out my pocket
Now they wanna be wit a nigga
Feel like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin by
(Listening to the wind blow)

[Wish Bone:]
Nigga to the real to the sets
When it comes to the streets
Livin peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto
Give all peace won't let is go
Say we wouldn't make it
Now we some of the greatest
Bumpin through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo

[Chorus: x2]
And if don't love me now
You'll never love me again
I can still here you sayin'
You must never
Break the chain

[Layzie Bone:]
4 tru thugs from the double glock
A nigga ready to rumble
When trouble knocks
2 one way tickets straight off the block
We gonna this pay
Yall niggaz jus watch
"All eyes on me"
Like my name is Pac
Fuckin hip hop cock
Gotta pass the glock
Takin drastic shots
Till these bastards stop
When the casket drop
I be mashin out
In brand new drop top flyin nigga
(Listening to wind blow)

[Krayzie Bone:]
Killin them niggaz witta automatic weapon
When they step up
They get hit up wit the AK-47
Anybody tryna git the muthafuckin blessin
They betta not mess wit mine cuz im tellin
Any you niggaz run up again
That it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in
Boy you betta listen listen listen
(Listening to wind blow)

[Wish Bone:]
If you get a change of foot
Inch for inch
Just do it do it
Grab the game
Do it to it it
Chase to chase
But still hood
Live it or love it
Dummies of the rocks
Duck up out of my hood hood hood

[Chorus x2]

(Murder) mo murder them all [x4]
[Krayzie Bone:]
So you felt like The wind blow
Never see me cuz I get ghost
So a nigga neva get close
I go fast or slow
No matter the tempo
Murda the instrumental
Murda the rhythm
I ride to the rhythm of murda
Its murda
This lyrical venom I serve a
Gone kill 'um at minimal murda
Nigga burn some some
Stick wit grans dats, Stack cash
Nigga you betta learn some (some some)
We got the hood hot lock
Even got the burbs bumpin bumpin
They probably tryna get in
Don't nobody wanna be left in the wind

[Layzie Bone:]
Uh-oh
Niggaz that's not tryna listen to Bone
The early bird get the worm
Take the game by the throat and squeeze
Till the muthafucka broke believe
Its murda we wrote
Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth
These niggaz don't feel it cuz we spit the truth
Aint never no fake and they got me to prove
Haters just hate and we do what we do

Let 'um talk to you in the face
Only because we blew up in they face
If was Bone hurtin
If that was the case
I'll probably go loco and catch me a case
Nigga jus move and give me some space
When I let the wind blow in my face
Nigga don't quit till I finish the race
Number one is the place

[Chorus: x2]
And if don't love me now
You'll never love me again
I can still hear you sayin'
You must never
Break the chain

[Krayzie Bone:]
Now we ridin by [x4]

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.]

Krayzie, Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link:Thug Mentality 1999


Krayzie
Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (Shit man, I can't
believe this shit man
The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all niggas know we got ride for this
nigga right here
On these ho-ass niggas) Yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, what's
happenin'?
Nigga that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, nigga. Let's roll.
Krayzie
As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of Tanq. ease the pain/ As we put
to rest one of my
niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain't the same/ Niggas is
dangerous buckin' like it's
the thang to bust/ When I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldn't help thinkin'
this could have been
aimed for us/ Niggas do hate like that/ Nigga, you never know, he say a friend,
but I smell foe
I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a
big 4-4/ But what if
I fuck up and pull it to slow? You know what they say; Gotta go, gotta go/ What
if I be the one
breathin' no more? Oh, well/ When I die I want all my muthafuckers to ride for
me on the niggas
that did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ Gather up after the funeral
(Posse Up!) and pull out
all the big guns/ Go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ How in
the fuck
can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? Some I'm beggin' my niggas to
get my revenge
And to do it the same night that they put me under/ Now I'm gone but this thug
shit gon' live on
Just write on my tombstone; He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone (He was that
Thuggish Ruggish Bone)
-Refrain-
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more...
(Nigga you never know when you gon' die. Say, never know when it could be you...

...that leave your house and don't come back. This shit is real, and oh so true)

Fat Joe
Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout
they all love
Ryan and Joey too/ You should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat,
tuxedo was royal blue
Murder who? Nigga I died in the car chase/ Shot the place like the last scene in
Scarface
Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ Terror Squad to the
day that died, What?
Big Punisher
I'm a thug, I'm a die high, O.D. off the la-la/ Niggas keep tellin' me get off
that weed/ Choke
I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ Nigga, fuck that/ I'm a keep hittin' that
{puffs} till my lung collapse
What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? Just a lil' bit, you know you down with
that/ It's all good
in your hood, havin' laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ Never thought I'd
see the inside of an
ambulance, but now I'm there/ Too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my
head
That's why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red
Cuban Link
Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; Flossin'/ Bitches
fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a
bigger portion/ My niggas talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while I'm lost
in space waitin' for
Satan and his horsemans/ Walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky
up
Rising higher and higher/ Eye to eye with my messiah/ Viya con dios/ As I cross
the gates of Hell
I face the Devil with a shovel and told him; "Brace yourself"
Krayzie
Reporters steady ask; "Why K.B. talk about murder on all the songs?" I tell 'em;

"Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and I'm gone" Then, they
wanna know I pack
chrome/ For one, I'm paranoid; Smokin' to much of that weed/ What's that? I just
heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ Muthafuckers is plottin' to get me/ I know
when I'm dreamin'
this, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the
infrared beams and shit
So nigga don't trip/ Watch out! The reaper, He seem to be gettin' closer, so I'm
runnin' from that
muthafucker (y'all come on!) Swervin' and duckin' murder/ Pistol-grip pump/
Nigga protected by the
gauge/ Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face/ Reload the clip and into the crowd I
spray/ Murder, murder
Mo murder, murder/ Kill, kill, kill/ Shit it's sellin' but what they ain't
tellin' niggas is that it's real
But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ Better get your
ass a shotgun
And go get a plastic glock/ Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like
slittin' your own throat
But I can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes...
-Refrain-

[Chorus 2x]
(What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?) What about this arresting from the police?
(What about us?) What about my young thugs cry?

[Layzie]
Its for my, incarcerated niggaz
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong cause you aint alone
Remember you always got love from home
They steal this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it
But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
You got'sa, love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats
What about these whack ass politicians
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing, gotta survive on SSI
They say America, it's the land of the free and home of the brave
Its mass hysteria, so bring your knees and hope we can fight
And if bury us, at least we can live as we believe
Dog aint ever gonna break our pride
Aint nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism (fuck that)
And what about this war against us

[Chorus]

[Wish]
What about them thugs that's dead and gone
What about them thugs that aint even grown
What about them thugs that out here lost
And aint ever gonna find their way home
Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up
Its violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us
If its this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying
This shit we deal wit', we young black and fit less
Living in the ghetto to ghetto and ghetto
to ghetto cause ghetto is all we know
They beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me
And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets
They can't hold us down we getting all that money
And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
how they get it they don't care
Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
But they listening in my business trying to fuck up my move

[Chorus]

[Bizzy]
Dead niggaz I've been to war
Been tall with shit I seen it all
Like soap operas from ghetto stars
I can tell when rappers getting bored, really
Sometimes she a bitch sometimes my lady
And times when niggaz die she help like I was a baby
The simplest things in life were always the best
Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest
Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time
Before I die my momma she carry me no comma
Niggaz bitches and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent
And baby y'all be respecting me
The B.O. it taking me in
Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did
And let the cops see all the shit that I did
Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
In the palm of my dick
This is the life that I love
This is the life that I live
And it's a life full of lust nigga

[Chorus]

[Krayzie]
My partner called me after court
They said they got 25 to life just for slingin' some dope
They making some cheese just to feed their folks
And they like somebody won't go home
Its sad cause its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers
Whatever happened to family and humanity we posses
What about our babies, that struggling in this mess, don't strees
Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood
What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good
See most of the niggaz still on the street
Still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something eat
Some of them resting in piece and some will never get free
Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it real and really real
And let 'em know about us

[Chorus 2x]

What about us? [Repeat till end]

Take me
Higher, higher, baby
Can you feel it?? (feel it, feel it, feel it)
Do you feel the same weed high that i do??
Cuz i'm so high (reefer makes you feel that way)
And i feeling so right
Roll mo,roll mo, let's smoke, i got to get high
I been high since the last song (off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
And i just been smokin' and smokin'
Smoke another blunt, roll another up
You know that weed can really ease your mind
Everytime i smoke a reefer that indo high makes me fly
If everybody smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better
Place
If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted
Float out(out, out out), smoked out(out, out, out), choked out(out, out,
Out), pull another o (out, out, out)
Let's get p-o-d-ded (p-o-d-ded, p-o-d-ded)

[chorus]
[bizzy bone]
The weed can't get no better (no better baby)

[bizzy bone]
20 dollar hollars, all day, everyday
Come around my way, you gone want to stay
Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all i can say
Sure i need some more
Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep,
Got the weed between the sheets
Catch me
Mary jane bless me
Open up the door, stimulate your mind, slide my bumb up the blunt
Open up to what you find in mara....juana
I've never been inm high times (lovin' them high times)
I never been in high times (but could you tell me)
Am i high enough (am i high enough)
Am i high enough (am i high enough)

[wish bone]
I remeber being a little thug
Weed, really didn't know what it was
Then i took a puff and i realized
I should always, stay high
The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright)
If you feel like i feel, i got half on your dime
If you got weed smoke it, i'm a real weed smoker
If it's mine then i would
Since its yours you could, you should
If i ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me
Cuz you know a nigga like to get high (high), high and free
Smokin' all night, feelin' all right
Bone thugs get high, so high
High, high, all night, high, high
So high

[flesh-n-bone]
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my my my my
I know you wonder why i do this love the sky
And i soar up so high
This mornin' i was in my bed
Bangin' and ringin' inside my head
I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night i got p-o-ded instead
So baby don't go away, all i got to say
Is i gotta have you mary j
Such a heavenly feelin' i get when i'm taking fat ass blunts to the brain
Oh darlin i'm going insane and i wish we really can
Kick it at home in america, like it was on in amsterdam
You heard that i'm, you heard i'm, nothin' but a,realler thug nigga
Nothin' less than a killa, i might if i'm makin' a scrilla
I never knew no one as live as the bone that kick as strong as me
Be rippin' the bong like me, can get it as long as me

[layzie bone]
When i need to free my mind
I can find, satisfaction in a bag of weed
Everything i need, leave it to the trees
It can make me feel better, and everyday i wake we
Be rollin' up blunts, and mo blunts, and mo blunts
And i, keep a case of swissha sweets in the trunk
So when i'm rollin', smokin', chokin', just floatin'
Through the city in the drop top
Glock cocked,rollin', just rollin'
Me and mary jane
That's my world, that's my thang
The way she penetrates my brain
Buddah, done blessed me with game
Good game, you wanna chop it up, we can kick it, smoke a phatty to the dome
Nigga lay high, thugged out, smokin', all, night, long

Chorus till fade

Take me
Higher, higher, baby
Can you feel it?? (feel it, feel it, feel it)
Do you feel the same weed high that i do??
Cuz i'm so high (reefer makes you feel that way)
And i feeling so right
Roll mo,roll mo, let's smoke, i got to get high
I been high since the last song (off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
And i just been smokin' and smokin'
Smoke another blunt, roll another up
You know that weed can really ease your mind
Everytime i smoke a reefer that indo high makes me fly
If everybody smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better
Place
If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted
Float out(out, out out), smoked out(out, out, out), choked out(out, out,
Out), pull another o (out, out, out)
Let's get p-o-d-ded (p-o-d-ded, p-o-d-ded)

[chorus]
[bizzy bone]
The weed can't get no better (no better baby)

[bizzy bone]
20 dollar hollars, all day, everyday
Come around my way, you gone want to stay
Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all i can say
Sure i need some more
Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep,
Got the weed between the sheets
Catch me
Mary jane bless me
Open up the door, stimulate your mind, slide my bumb up the blunt
Open up to what you find in mara....juana
I've never been inm high times (lovin' them high times)
I never been in high times (but could you tell me)
Am i high enough (am i high enough)
Am i high enough (am i high enough)

[wish bone]
I remeber being a little thug
Weed, really didn't know what it was
Then i took a puff and i realized
I should always, stay high
The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright)
If you feel like i feel, i got half on your dime
If you got weed smoke it, i'm a real weed smoker
If it's mine then i would
Since its yours you could, you should
If i ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me
Cuz you know a nigga like to get high (high), high and free
Smokin' all night, feelin' all right
Bone thugs get high, so high
High, high, all night, high, high
So high

[flesh-n-bone]
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my my my my
I know you wonder why i do this love the sky
And i soar up so high
This mornin' i was in my bed
Bangin' and ringin' inside my head
I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night i got p-o-ded instead
So baby don't go away, all i got to say
Is i gotta have you mary j
Such a heavenly feelin' i get when i'm taking fat ass blunts to the brain
Oh darlin i'm going insane and i wish we really can
Kick it at home in america, like it was on in amsterdam
You heard that i'm, you heard i'm, nothin' but a,realler thug nigga
Nothin' less than a killa, i might if i'm makin' a scrilla
I never knew no one as live as the bone that kick as strong as me
Be rippin' the bong like me, can get it as long as me

[layzie bone]
When i need to free my mind
I can find, satisfaction in a bag of weed
Everything i need, leave it to the trees
It can make me feel better, and everyday i wake we
Be rollin' up blunts, and mo blunts, and mo blunts
And i, keep a case of swissha sweets in the trunk
So when i'm rollin', smokin', chokin', just floatin'
Through the city in the drop top
Glock cocked,rollin', just rollin'
Me and mary jane
That's my world, that's my thang
The way she penetrates my brain
Buddah, done blessed me with game
Good game, you wanna chop it up, we can kick it, smoke a phatty to the dome
Nigga lay high, thugged out, smokin', all, night, long

Chorus till fade

[E-40]
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo, what

[Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo)
We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got, just a little time left (little time left)
If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we 'gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this, unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)

[E-40]
You're lookin' at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat
Mama's think she got arthiritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say it's airborne
We ain't got no street lights they all broken
Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday it's a funeral
He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me
I'm the one that really robbed the place
Though I've been tryna to paper chase

Chorus

[Gansgta Boo]
I done grew up in the game baby
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame baby
I'm still the same baby
Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
I'm the bomb at the party
Always askin' "Where are the dollars?"
Now Iknow you hate me
Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
I'm with whatever they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck

Chorus

[Krayzie Bone]
I made it, and I know it's almost over
Call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
Enemies position at all times
Where they at, and how much power they hold
And how many soldiers they got down to roll
But in the meantime,
You make your money, even if you strike it rich
You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper
These days only ways that pays can save you
Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
And grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk it
Now you can take your life and keep on walkin' (just keep on walkin)
Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal
I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the hood up on the the block
Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die
And anyway you go we won't make it
No way, to shake, fake it
Better take advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight
The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right

Chorus

[E-40]
That's real
Ya undersmell me
Suckers do what they can
Players do what they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk
Yeah face it
Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo
Fuckin' they nose like this
That's how we fuckin' they nose up
Dig it nigga?
Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route)
You undersmell me? We starvin'
You undersmell me nigga?
Don't let the mobbers control you
Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga

(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

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

Walk Like a Warrior
Walk Like a Warrior
Walk Like a Warrior
Walk Like a Warrior

[M1]
I was trained to defend myself for my brain and my mental health
The white man got the wealth he held back
We're living in hell black and niggaz can sell crack
But that ain't gonna change this thang
If you gonna bang, then bang for change, don't bang for crazy thangs
If not don't bang
If ya gonna ball play the game how it should be played
Can you dribble a grenade?
To save your life you payed the price, mama raised you right
Now how you aint gonna fight?
For the white man's laws hell naw
For the cause, because we got to get what's ours
Gotta struggle for the motherfucking power
Cuz we're livin in the last few hours
It's 11:59, I think it's bout time
We get on the grind, and get out the carbine
With freedom of mind we can see what we can find
If you can spot 'em, pop pop pop the po-9
This is only a rhyme so now don't get scared
Listen to the message in the word
Don't let your sight get blurred, you heard this righteous words
You might prefer it from a car mic
Timeout, I didn't say bug out, ball out, bling out
All ya'll sell-outs get the hell out
This year it's RBG so bang on out
Uh, we people army nigga bang on out

[Hook]

[Stic]
Yo, Yo, what you know bout heart?
Can't be the weak link in the squad
Gotta look way deep in your heart
Anything in the way gotta go straight through
Take charge
Can't hide from your flaws when you ride for the cause
Cuz a nigga will pull your card
Keep your guard up 247 on the street like you're doin hard time on the yard
What you know about heart?
Can you assemble

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

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999



Try me, if you feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

Load up your shit and get in the car (Come on, come on, come on.). Come down to
ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim
they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game. Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin'
anything, and tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. I'm tellin'
'em, "That's the wrong way!" Can't say you thuggin', then be fake--nigga, that's
the point I'm tryin' state in this case. But niggas ain't feelin' me, though. So
yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up. Heard you woofin'--yeah, we heard
em'--let us see them nuts. And then if he really jump, more power to you. But no
matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you--buckin'.
Boo-yah! Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it's
static, we gon' handle it however it come, and nigga, whoever it's from--sure
ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with. If they human, then they ain't shit we
can't control. And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigga ya die.
Never fear no man. No matter the size--the bigger, the harder they fall. Got
somethin' for all of y'all, especially cocky, 'cause TEC'll chop him up--now he
ain't half the man he thought he was. I bet these niggas think, "They rappin' so
they actin'." So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you,
exactly at you.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

Walk through my city: I see niggas watchin'--probably plottin', schemin' to rob
me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. I'm sorry, not me. I stay
alarmed and be alert. Whether you're goin' to play or work, make sure you got
you pistol first--be ready to burst. Hesitation could bring up a fucked up
situation like you leavin' in the body bag--zipped up, slip on that body tag. So
if you spot him--blast. Better him than you, huh? I'm tellin' you now that me
and my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. So,
what's the bullshit? We got some shit you can't fuck with, and nigga that be
this muthafuckin' thug shit. We love this--probably gon' die because of it. Fuck
it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now, my money what's important. Hey, we
livin' to die anyway--no matter if it's now or later. You gon' rest in peace; it
don't get no greater. Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go
pick up a rifle, time to fight for what we right for, see who really like war,
yeah. I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. I can't afford to
roll with bustas, 'cause I'm really tryin' win it (I'm really tryin' to win
it.). We fightin' to be victorious (victorious). Witness the story of (story of)
this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior (warrior). If you hear any nigga
move--shoot. Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you. So soldier, pick up you
boots and move. Runnin' for cover, 'cause if they buck ya, it's over. Just like
I told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

[Chorus]
Time after time, find I question my life
How I went wrong, will it ever be right?
Will I rise? Will I fall? Stand tall
Continue asking, but I'm knowing only God know
Time after time, find I question my life
Where I went wrong, will it ever be right?
Will I rise? Will I fall? Stand tall
Continue asking, but I'm knowing only God know
[Verse One]
Growing up in the hood as a hard knock
I never knew nothing too much about young
My only concern was making my money and running these streets as a thug
Instead of the birds and bees, I always talk to murderers and the G's
That coldness inside me, but I ain't trying to hurt nobody
Temptation is keeping me steadily going under
And I wonder, if I could make it through the thunder
Cause I done caused so much hurt and pain to some that ain't deserve a thang
If I could change that, it would all be rearranged
But what's done is done and I paid the price
and now I'm like, Help me Lord, to better my life, my life
Just give me the chance to prove the world that I can be the man that I am
And I plan, on keeping it realer, really slow and steady
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
So now I'm headed to the chapel and I'm fin' to try marriage
It's goin' down yeah, yeah, yeah, but what do ya know?
Who woulda knew that would make situations worse
And my curse, nothing I've tried seems to work
And I drop to my knees and I pray, yes I pray
And I wonder if I'll ever see a better day (I need a better day)
I've seen much in my time and I think it was too much for my eyes
The wickedness pulling me closer to failure everytime I think I'm rising, yeah
But you live and you learn and try to make better, gotta get control
Then follow the Lord and who knows where you'll go, for sho'
I can see how I've been sinnin
I'm asking the Lord for a little bit of forgiving, 'giving
[Chorus] - repeat 'til fade

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us.
You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up
your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb
back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm
always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin'
to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas.
Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and
disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh
[uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. But,
man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, you
try run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on me
daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it.

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Treach:
As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how
these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a
stunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatest
groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not
namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. Blaze the
page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin'
rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bring
troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and
boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the
predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof that
they're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein'
tomorrow. Thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout
they paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knew
what I had to do. Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99." I'm dead serious. About
my business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop,
pop the 9 millimeter. Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your
profit in. While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that
Treach and Leather Face. We comin' to get the riot started.

Treach:
Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the
matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. See I'm comin' like a rhino.
Pass the fine ho. We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago. Got rhymes
out the ass, so find the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or
rastle. Leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga
Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit. To my thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

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

[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]

[Hook - Krayzie Bone]
Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!

[Krayzie Bone]
I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard
This nigga was ballin y'all, big house driveway full of cars
This nigga would pull up in brand new Caddies, packed-up full of broads
Bossin, flossin, all his ghetto superstar
Until some young niggaz decided they was gon pull his card
And one night when he came home, they was in the bushes in his yard
As soon as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes
And let out off they ammunation, but they didn't hit him, they missed him
(oh shit, hot damn!)
So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin off his shit
And hit one of them niggaz back off in the skillet, left him with his wig-split
And one of the niggaz, he dropped his GUN and started to RUN
As soon as he took one step, the nigga was DONE, DONE, he was DONE!
He took a shot to the abdomen, and as he blasted the last one
He'll survive it, but they wont be alive to tell that - thug story
Livin in the city is really, no nuts, no glory, no nuts, no glory, glory glory...

[Hook - Krayzie Bone]
Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!

[Layzie Bone]
We come with the ones, we come with the guns, we come with the heat that go bang!
Backin them brains, deep in the hood, it still is an everyday thang, shit!
Just last week, a nigga was comin from work, to feed his kids
Got caught in the crossfire, we couldn't take the shit he did
Always the innocent feelin the losses in the ghetto
And if you're from here, you probably is a rebel!
That been through some shit, seen some shit you couldn't bear
Only a few make it out, niggaz dead or in jail


I figured that I would just give you my story!
Forever I'm thuggin, it's the only thang for me!
Been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched, every night, gettin drunk
Prove I'm not a punk, sellin my llell on the first of the month
Smokin sherm, sticks and blunts, known for layin niggaz down
Anything you want, I'll get it, I'ma claim the whole town
I'm a nigga, you'sa nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggaz
Wouldn't you like to be a nigga too? We got some, we got some

[Hook - Krayzie Bone]
Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!

[Wish Bone]
I gotta story for your ass...
I remember hustlin down on the corner, that's what thugstas do!
Then it got too hectic, wanted my money got all my own crew!
Why work so hard, let these other niggaz stack mine up and snatch shit?
Everything was good at the few licks, but niggaz got greedy, aw shit!
Recruited the law, that's when, thangs went downhill
All she had to do was swipe his keys, dump 'em and put 'em right back there
But I guess he seen her, cause we got that heat
He was waiting right there, there, waitin right there!
Shots went out, everybody runs except baby-girl
I, turn around to see your boy get one in baby girl
And we cant leave her, not like that, not like that!
But damn, I think she gone! Here come the po-pos and we scrap, scrap!
So we made our getaway, and had to lay low, law low!
But it ain't over, till one of us sees that crossroads!
But damn, carmern comes right back, comes right back
Same old niggaz shot dead over six eight and craps, damn!

[Hook - Krayzie Bone]
Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories!

[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)
Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef
So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat
Ain't no debate be (?) publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially
Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky
Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me
And I sense they negative energy
Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me
Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight
Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight
Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on

[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline

[Verse 2]
All night long we ain't goin to sleep
Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man
My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in
The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin
Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one
Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one
Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey
I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that
She told me about herself she want to model and act
I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this
Who could really blame me about those ass and hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?
Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill

[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x}
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush
And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss
All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us
First round that we (?) now we adding a plus
Live just to die know you know it?셲 a must
Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush
Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin
Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win
Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work
Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf
Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot
Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?)
I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block

[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline

[Verse 4]
You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first
Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em)
Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass
Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag
You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin
Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck shit
Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music
We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse
What we be givin?
Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit
Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up
You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em)
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die
They die, they die

(Krayzie:)
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice

(Layzie:)
Nigga stop, hold on, before you jump and just listen
Take a second to stradle the fence
Let me tell you about what you been missing
Ain't a damn thang, when (or why?) you thinking the grass is greener
Like a nigga just lost his first love, singing "have you seen her? "
Tossin high beams, chasing pipe dreams, looking for shit that really ain't there
I mean (? ) is what you make it my nigga you betta just stay on your sqaure
Down here, militant theives, pimps and pussies is on the prowl
If they find you out of your element, they'll pick you out of the crowd
Thang to do is face the music, take a stand for yo postition
Nigga get up, better stand up, man up in yo position
Never had no mercy for them niggas that's not applying they self
And shit ain't perfect so you got to make it work for yourself
You catch them coward niggas running ducking looking for help
But the realist niggas in the game play the cards they was dealt
Me myself I got some issues I ain't dealing with yours
Everybody got they own drama, rich or they poor

(Krayzie:)
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice

(Krayzie:)
Nigga they gave me the 25 with the L, I'm in my jail cell
It feel like a movie I'm getting so woozy from this hell smell
Bailed and breathed in hells air
My first day here
I had to get down with a nigga that thought I was some kinda faggot
I had to show him no hoes stay here
Now to be dieing is my main fear
Why did I have to kill that man? I shouldve never let my anger give
Now my state of awareness keeps me wishing I was thinkin
Should have reason I didn't really mean to stop the boy from breathin
I was awake last night, real late last night
Cause I heard some nigga screamin gettin reaped last night
I did the crime, but I wad'nt thinkin about me doing the time
These 6 by 9s, is about to make me lose my mind
Trapped in these closed walls
Ain't had no conversation with my family on the outside cause they won't except my phone calls
After a couple of years of sheddin tears, my heart is stone hard, believe I'm ready for war and on gaurd

(Krayzie:)
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice

(Wish:)
I've been shot, grew up without my pops
In the hood round block seen niggas shot
Got rid of them thangs, tryin to chase them nots
Cause I had to have it, little niggas that's lookin for where my stash at
Watchin my back, puttin up ready for niggas that wanna check that
And I can't keep it kind, if you puttin in work and your dreams is just like mine
Wake up in cold sweats, regrets about what I thought was lies
I can see me not doing that, but I did it, we live it, the hood shows you no slack (no slack)
And believe it, there is no (no) no coming back
Make money think your on that
Just ridin through the hood, you might have to push your way back
Get the money man, the buddah fuck ye up, they say they get home man
But damn I gotta watch my people
You be high, cause one us lady (lady), not just him, but damn everybody he ran with
They all be getting money man (money man)
Right here, damn see how life is

(Krayzie:)
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice

David's Daughters
I am waiting for, the righteous one
Enlighten us, the righteous one
I am waiting for, the righteous one
Enlighten us, the righteous one
Are you waiting, for the righteous one
With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us

Layzie Bone
Mama said it's a cruel world, and I still can't believe, some of them things that I've seen with my own eyes
Weak niggas frontin' like the strong guys, fuckin' with them Bone guys, nigga you die you die
I'm that sneaky little nigga still off the hook, off the chain and a motherfuckin' wire
You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire, throwin' up blood till the world expire

Nigga's lost and it turned out, ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go
Nigga save your soul, cause we all gotta struggle or strive and that's called survival it's vital
Nigga better know what to die for, livin' in the battlefield it's all about respect and honor
Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor, ready for whatever nigga fuck the drama

Bitch what, we can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel, is he real is he real
Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill, drive a brand new Benz and no bills
Fuckin' right it will that's why I stay heated, 'cause I got to let 'em know a nigga's needed
Nigga fuckin' with me while I'm weeded, comin' with the beef then nigga you eat it, eat it, eat it

I am waiting for, the righteous one
Enlighten us, the righteous one
Are you waiting, for the righteous one
With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us

Bizzy Bone
And you're feeling so thuggish outta Columbus, seen my mama, hey remember me baby
I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies, and lately got him running from Lady Death
Still I'm shady, okay they say he schizophrenic and crazy
Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen
And now my mama lets me down
She wouldnt pick up the phone
I'll make it all on my own
But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone!
I save then baby, c'mon!
Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead!
T-Rock done got shot got a glock for the nigga ar-tillery shop
Drop when the nigga pop and the party dont stop till they call the cops!
Somebody get with the Bacardi, got to get to the block
You know it's me and my niggas, all the guerrillas, killas
Still I'm puttin' the gun off the lock
Stay in rhythm with my eye on the clock and tick-tock!

I am waiting for the righteous one
Enlighten us the righteous one
I am waiting for the righteous one

Flesh-n-Bone
We got Mack-11's AK-47's
Yellin mo murda with the beam got lots of felons
Bloody bodies smellin
Caught up in a 180 ah got grenades and cannons involved
When I'm barkin just fuck with the 5th Dawg
Nigga we got a missle to haul off the shotty guns
And a barreled sawed-off
And all the body bags come with the white chalk
Nigga while you on a mission my nigga better protect the chest
A super nigga bullet-proof vest nigga take it from me Flesh
You don't wanna be sorry yet again
We don't need another nigga-less army
So investing me with artillery quality satisfactory guaranteed
I ain't no con I'm a nigga that's waiting for some shit like Nam
To pop off in my country!

Bizzy Bone
When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof went on fire
Hide all, you little children in a dire
When I spark in the dark with a lighter
Light up and don't die in silence
Somebody was sitting on the backs of the lions
Somebody was drinking from the back of the lamb
Somebody was spittin' ammunition in the radio-even in Zion (Zion)
Millennium and also through the city when they hated
Don't be bucking on my Bone
When someone's home and never play to me
And pray to me, can't play with me
So label me a runaway slave
And "Cest la vie"!
Murda Mo criminal's insane
Isn't worried about the aliens
Move faster and then ask 'em about the state of men and help the matter
Brace yourself, I can't tell if I'm in peril
I ain't well, fucking up some, soaking up some
How will he run from jail?
When the jail's within himself
The righteous one!

I am waiting for the righteous one
Enlighten us the righteous one
I am waiting for the righteous one
With the faith of titans with your beauty enlighten us

David's Daughters
I am waiting for, the righteous one
Enlighten us, the righteous one
I am waiting for, the righteous one
Enlighten us, the righteous one
Are you waiting, for the righteous one
With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us

Layzie Bone
Mama said it's a cruel world, and I still can't believe, some of them things that I've seen with my own eyes
Weak niggas frontin' like the strong guys, fuckin' with them Bone guys, nigga you die you die
I'm that sneaky little nigga still off the hook, off the chain and a motherfuckin' wire
You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire, throwin' up blood till the world expire

Nigga's lost and it turned out, ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go
Nigga save your soul, cause we all gotta struggle or strive and that's called survival it's vital
Nigga better know what to die for, livin' in the battlefield it's all about respect and honor
Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor, ready for whatever nigga fuck the drama

Bitch what, we can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel, is he real is he real
Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill, drive a brand new Benz and no bills
Fuckin' right it will that's why I stay heated, 'cause I got to let 'em know a nigga's needed
Nigga fuckin' with me while I'm weeded, comin' with the beef then nigga you eat it, eat it, eat it

I am waiting for, the righteous one
Enlighten us, the righteous one
Are you waiting, for the righteous one
With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us

Bizzy Bone
And you're feeling so thuggish outta Columbus, seen my mama, hey remember me baby
I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies, and lately got him running from Lady Death
Still I'm shady, okay they say he schizophrenic and crazy
Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen
And now my mama lets me down
She wouldnt pick up the phone
I'll make it all on my own
But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone!
I save then baby, c'mon!
Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead!
T-Rock done got shot got a glock for the nigga ar-tillery shop
Drop when the nigga pop and the party dont stop till they call the cops!
Somebody get with the Bacardi, got to get to the block
You know it's me and my niggas, all the guerrillas, killas
Still I'm puttin' the gun off the lock
Stay in rhythm with my eye on the clock and tick-tock!

I am waiting for the righteous one
Enlighten us the righteous one
I am waiting for the righteous one

Flesh-n-Bone
We got Mack-11's AK-47's
Yellin mo murda with the beam got lots of felons
Bloody bodies smellin
Caught up in a 180 ah got grenades and cannons involved
When I'm barkin just fuck with the 5th Dawg
Nigga we got a missle to haul off the shotty guns
And a barreled sawed-off
And all the body bags come with the white chalk
Nigga while you on a mission my nigga better protect the chest
A super nigga bullet-proof vest nigga take it from me Flesh
You don't wanna be sorry yet again
We don't need another nigga-less army
So investing me with artillery quality satisfactory guaranteed
I ain't no con I'm a nigga that's waiting for some shit like Nam
To pop off in my country!

Bizzy Bone
When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof went on fire
Hide all, you little children in a dire
When I spark in the dark with a lighter
Light up and don't die in silence
Somebody was sitting on the backs of the lions
Somebody was drinking from the back of the lamb
Somebody was spittin' ammunition in the radio-even in Zion (Zion)
Millennium and also through the city when they hated
Don't be bucking on my Bone
When someone's home and never play to me
And pray to me, can't play with me
So label me a runaway slave
And "Cest la vie"!
Murda Mo criminal's insane
Isn't worried about the aliens
Move faster and then ask 'em about the state of men and help the matter
Brace yourself, I can't tell if I'm in peril
I ain't well, fucking up some, soaking up some
How will he run from jail?
When the jail's within himself
The righteous one!

I am waiting for the righteous one
Enlighten us the righteous one
I am waiting for the righteous one
With the faith of titans with your beauty enlighten us

Bone (9x)
Now tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't no where to run
When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you
Tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't no where to hide
When judgment comes for you 'coz it's gonna come for you

Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me 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

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 guess 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 living our lives to eternal our soul

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 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
'Coz I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroad
Y'all know y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs, baby

Now Eazy's long gone
Really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die
Gotta go bye-bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog and man
I miss my uncle Charles y'all
And he shoudn'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

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
Everday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Chorus
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely (4x)

And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone (3x)

Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll (3x)
And I'm asking the good Lord "why?" and sigh
It's I he told me we live to die

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

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

Oh so wrong, oh wrong

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

[Krayzie]
It's so hard to believe that i'm still living, i'm alive
My clock is still ticking, guessing that God is still with me (with me)
Cuz I could have been gone so many times before
Murda Mo is chasing me i'm bearly escaping it
My instincts is tellin me that I might not live long in my life (my life)
My life is a jungle I really don't love it it's really to crumble
I fight with these devils on daily basis
And I try to stay humble
Try not to fall, but what if I slip, trip?
Try to stay calm, but what if I flip?
Kill 'em all
Last night I had a long talk with myself (myself)
Drama had a nigga wondering, wondering how close am I to hell
Then I had to pray can't let them brake me, awww nah, awww nah
But it's everyday they try to make me soft
But so fried, so high is my mistake
Don't worry when i'm in the clouds
Well that's how I stay (stay)

[Chorus: Tiffany]
Ever wonder just what it's like talkin to yourself every night?
Will I ever make it through the day?
Never thought I make it this far
Kinda wonder just where you are?
Will you ever make it through the day?

[Krayzie]
Caught up in my complications nowhere to go



It's mandatory that I face them, even though I don't want to
They say karma can murda ya, murda ya
All this drama just got me nervous
Cuz I know i've popped shots that don't stop
They don't stop
Soon as I lose it they know I get stupid
Ain't nowhere to you, to you
Stop, stop, l

wit more black men in da world, we aint neva gunna die
we multiply, straight up straight up (cheers)

(announcer)
what you are about to witness
is tha rising of a thug nation
and a beginning of a thug world order

(dark voice)
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
whats up punk bitches
bone thugs n harmony deck up in dat ass wit shot gun blasts
ha ha ha ha ha ha and ya'll mutha fuckas thought it was ova...bitch

(Bone)
see now
come see da bone bone x41
bone bone bone x 8

(lead into the next song)
who be da niggas thats keepin the thuggish
ruggish from da public and if you dont like it then
we tell em fuck it nigga suck a dick so nigga whaaat..

(Verse One - Layzie Bone:)
Now I sound so raw, cos im down by law, tryna play me cos im rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a
nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you f**kin with a
boss, cross pass with me, im in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around
the devil block, trouble not, im ready for em, niggas they know im ready for them, im the hardest
ima deadly poet so im heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga wit yo lookin ass, meet me in the
club all my niggas get to whoopin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga
pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cos we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is
you cant f**k wit' me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), cos' im a thug by
nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin'.

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
you looking, for me, ill be, rollin',
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
if you looking, for me, ill be, rolliin'!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.

(Verse Two - The Game:)
Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge
magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, wit homicidal intentions I reign
terror, on any clique or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, ima tickin time bomb that'll finish the
job, lyrical damage, a one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like
(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when
im ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose
up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage aint got shit on a nigga wit a f**kin grenade, one
man army, only two things in the world can calm me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, i never
back down, never back down, never back down, now that the bone thugs back.

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin,
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
if you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.

(Verse Three - Krazie Bone:)
Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a


pistol but he still gon' shoot, cos' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', ima' let you
know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fashion show, we done checked these niggas, met these
niggas man I dont respect these niggas, i'm a real mother f**king T-H-U-G, original hate to be a
critic, but yo shit I aint feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, i got history, lyrically you cant
see me, physically ill bring your misery, seriously, you niggas aint been hearing me, but listen
to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but its all good, cos we keep it
all hood, and when we see niggas get raw dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother
f**kin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but ima' shut em down, ima'
shut em down, ima' shut em down, bone niggas known not to f**k around!

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin',
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
If you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin'!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.
If you lookin!..

(Verse Four - Wish Bone:)
I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know
im in the streets, I aint hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga im in the
streets, this aint my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get
it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I
let it bang b-bang bang, im the street for real, and i love it but you know how the gameplay got
me ready to kill, somebody, but its all good, wit' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta
be stackin my paper like thats all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and
load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin,
hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch
yo mouth!

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
If you looking, for me, i'll be, rollin',
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolliin'!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.
If you lookin!...

(Verse One - Layzie Bone:)
Now I sound so raw, cos im down by law, tryna play me cos im rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a
nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you f**kin with a
boss, cross pass with me, im in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around
the devil block, trouble not, im ready for em, niggas they know im ready for them, im the hardest
ima deadly poet so im heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga wit yo lookin ass, meet me in the
club all my niggas get to whoopin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga
pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cos we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is
you cant f**k wit' me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), cos' im a thug by
nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin'.

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
you looking, for me, ill be, rollin',
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
if you looking, for me, ill be, rolliin'!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.

(Verse Two - The Game:)
Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge
magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, wit homicidal intentions I reign
terror, on any clique or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, ima tickin time bomb that'll finish the
job, lyrical damage, a one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like
(cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when
im ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose
up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage aint got shit on a nigga wit a f**kin grenade, one
man army, only two things in the world can calm me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, i never
back down, never back down, never back down, now that the bone thugs back.

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin,
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
if you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.

(Verse Three - Krazie Bone:)
Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a


pistol but he still gon' shoot, cos' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', ima' let you
know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fashion show, we done checked these niggas, met these
niggas man I dont respect these niggas, i'm a real mother f**king T-H-U-G, original hate to be a
critic, but yo shit I aint feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, i got history, lyrically you cant
see me, physically ill bring your misery, seriously, you niggas aint been hearing me, but listen
to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but its all good, cos we keep it
all hood, and when we see niggas get raw dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother
f**kin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but ima' shut em down, ima'
shut em down, ima' shut em down, bone niggas known not to f**k around!

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin',
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
If you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin'!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.
If you lookin!..

(Verse Four - Wish Bone:)
I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know
im in the streets, I aint hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga im in the
streets, this aint my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get
it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I
let it bang b-bang bang, im the street for real, and i love it but you know how the gameplay got
me ready to kill, somebody, but its all good, wit' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta
be stackin my paper like thats all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and
load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin,
hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch
yo mouth!

(Chorus - Will.I.Am:)
If you looking, for me, i'll be, rollin',
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets,
If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolliin'!
you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets.
If you lookin!...

Krayzie:
Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets; niggas in the hood strugglin',
doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money; and all the thugs, the
hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps. Let's roll, let's roll.
[. . . ghetto love, ghetto love. I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love . . .]

Street people [people] All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood [Where they at? Where they at? Where
they at?], keepin' it real on the street. Niggas they practice what they preach,
stayin' true until they D-I-E. Niggas still strong. We keep on bailin' through
the stress and all the rest of the shit that's goin' on. Speakin' of violence, I
see, you got to keep a pistol, 'cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon' be
got, they out to pinch ya. Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump, and it
drives us to the point of no return, especially when you 're gone off of the
sherm. You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'. While you walkin', he on
sixteen switches. Ain't that a bitch? But that's life. This shit ain't nothin'
nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right. And I can't stop 'em or knock
'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though. 'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent
or you will die." So [so, so], choose one [just one]: either repent and get
saved, or put some food on your table for now.

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
I see my sisters out there hustlin', man [strugglin', man.]. Do what it takes,
but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can. Gotta feed your babies [babies,
yeah]. Handle yourself your own business--don't wait on that nigga to get you
nothin'. We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin'
[somethin', yeah]. Take the welfare, fuck it! The system givin' it to you,
'cause it's guilt on they conscience. Don't let 'em fool you [don't let 'em fool
you, no]. Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors, so come on and get the paper,
paper, before you die, die. This verse is for my ghetto queens, tryin' to come
up and get them better things, particularly cheddar cheese. Make that money
[Make that money]. Work, work, work. Whatever your occupation, as long as you
bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon. Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too.
And I hope y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ooh. [Ooh-ooh,
yeah.] Though people comin' around, we gon' thug. So where the thugs at? Gimme
some of that ghetto love [ghettp love].

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
Now if y'all feelin' me, let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. Shoot
the muthafuckas! I'm serious and mean business. Ready to pump pump and ride, you
with it? Come on, put it out there. Pump, pump, pump police. They treat us like
animals--let's attack 'em like beasts. But hold on: 'fore you start fightin'
[hold on, hold on], let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline [no
more, no more]. I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more, 'cause I know
it won't last too much longer . When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier [I
told you], if I make it out of the game with all my sanity. Get paid, fuck the
fame, get out quickly. Understand me? 'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon
they'll try to ban me for killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my
family. Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's, tryin' to jam me, but I told
them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly, and this is my mentality for
fuckin' with the street life, street life [street life.]

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Niko:
I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people. Them niggas with an
attitude, let's stop the killin', we're strugglin' just like you to make a
livin'. We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember? It ain't easy tryin' to stay
alive, some people out there smokin' crack. My people workin' 9 to 5, just doin'
it right. Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before the strugglin'
days is long gone, hold on, be strong.

Krayzie:
Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers,
we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we
soldiers.
[Get on up, get on up.]

(Hook - Krayzie Bone)
Mr. Law Protector, me don't respect ya
Ya took to many innocent lives (still no surrender!)
It's all too familiar, license to kill ya
Seems we beat the rep every time (still no pretender!)

(Layzie Bone)
Crooked officer... (f**k the police!)
You wanna come get me, but I'ma keep runnin cause prison ain't for me
...You know me no surrender!
I can break you off, fo sho...
You better off dead, cause me in a cell will never prevail
...You know me no pretender!
Me runnin and duckin, evadin the law, since I can remember
Tryna get paid, sellin my llell, from january to december
In a gizzard, through the blizzard, on a porch when, it's scorchin
Only f**k with, familiar, when I'm stackin, my fortune

(Hook - Krayzie Bone)

(Wish Bone)
So don't trust the police
Down here, get KILLED f**kin with the police


No love, no trust, no respect for us
And we will not surrender to the police
Nah, they do us RAW...
Pull us over, jealous of CARS...
Lyin witness, they'll shoot niggaz up, leavin families SCARRED
Nigga F**K THE POLICE, they get, BEHIND ME
Then F**K THE POLICE, I got, WHAT THEY NEED
I'm legal! Don't give 'em that reason just to f**k with you!
They hate when they can't touch you! And never ever give info to em!

(Hook - Krayzie Bone)

(Krayzie Bone)
We got some issues with the PO-PO!
They keep on killin us, why aint nobody seein this? I dont know!
Even niggaz are the victim of the street
The BLACK COP! BLACK COP, BLACK COP, BLACK COP!
Just like every other day the po-po kill a man
UNJUSTICE, but trust me, don't nobody give a damn
So whatcha gonna do when they try to do you?
Would you pop-pop-pop-pop, pop, or let them shoot you?

(Hook - Krayzie Bone)

Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh,
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way,
Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh

Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh,
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way,
Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh

I'm tryin'to resist all this temptation that I've been facing lately
Constantly praying that I can make it and keep on shakin' Satan
It's drivin' me crazy 'cause he makin' the plate look oh so tasty
Then again, I'm knowin' that it's only Yahweh that can save me
Livin'in this world today It's really gettin harder to stay awakened
But I'm not tryin' to get caught too drowsy 'cause I know we're waitin
Just contemplatin' on my situation, hopin' that my desperation eventually breaks my concentration
But I'm waitin' cause I'm aware that it's a snake in the grass
Can't wait for God to free us" we can scream it at last
Now oh my God, God, God! God of my God, God, God (Now, oh my God, God, God...) Steady all day

Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh,
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way,
Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh

Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh,
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way,
Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh



As long as the Lord got my back, I won't be afraid of the evils around me when they surround me
I drop to my knees and I pray to the Lord proudly
Probably, these trials and tribulations in front of my face is a test so I be standin' firm in my faith
Stand not in my way, stand not in my way 'cause I'm a soldier ready for Armageddon, prepared for my day
Make no mistake-stake-stake stake; These bells above, they never break-break-break
You hear the alarm; We're headed for ruin
This world is so wicked; Controlled by the superpowers, the Federal Government
They' wagin' these wars for this oil, actin' like they love it
We rise above it 'cause they can't deny the truth
And the truth is to the youth; Better strap on your boots

Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh,
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way,
Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh

Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh,
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way,
Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh

Everyday's a replay; We always facin' evil people
Some have them wicked ways, some donate they lives just to make us not equal
And oh, my Lord I want to make it welcome in your home, but I must demand forgiveness 'cause I done did so wrong
I gotta make a stand in my way, whatever I gotta do, I'll do it; Lord, just show me the way
So I pray, yes for me, and all my peeps in here that don't believe
It's hard to seein' what we see, but you got to
Just let it begin and you will feel that faith inside you
Never alone, always right beside you
Every time something goes wrong, who's the person you call to? Huh, huh? Huh, huh?

(Yeah) Yeah...Bone Thugs...
(You know a nigga been all over the world man)
Australia, China, Africa...England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know)

(Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone):)
Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Struggle in the game (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar), they left the hood for change (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
The left some time in vain (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)

(Krayzie Bone:)
I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug
runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous)
Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast
Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the streets
but you deep inside this ain't how you tryna be
But it's all to think when you're strugglin' and can't sleep
'cause ya hungry and can't eat, 'cause livin just aint free..but shet
Pappa been laid off...mamma been laid off
Everywhere I here the same old song...

(Chorus)

(Layzie Bone:)
To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons
By any means, by any cost I'm out here reppin' Cleveland
They got be bobbin, weavin'
nigga give me the reason
To let 'em flies...do or die, niggas no longer breathin'
Known as a (?), before Layzie Bone it was Steven
And I'm just tryna break even, leavin' you leakers steadley creepin'
Shit get deep when daddy gone (daddy gone)
and momma can't do it on her on (her on)
Lights off, gas gone
mumma, daddy comin' home?
I guess not, sell rocks, rappin' with my niggas Bone
(wassup Wish! yeah...we all we got!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (wassup Kray! yeah, we all we got...nigga!)
and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone..

(Chorus)

(Wish Bone:)
So you ever been to the Chi? me too, you ever been shot? me too
Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks
catch cases...shit me too
That's the story no one ridin', nobody can tell it for me
Mumma workin' double shift...daddy who? daddy who?
And when he do it's always later, never came
he done broke that boys heart, man again, damn again
Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto
Grew up, outta luck
Don't give a fuck about life so we let 'em go
I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow
Give me money and I can keep my temper low
Everbody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes
priorities fucked up, but we already know!

(Chorus)

(Layzie Bone (Krayzie)
(Yeah) Yeah...Bone Thugs...
(You know a nigga been all over the world man)
Australia, China, Africa...England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know)

(Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone)
Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Struggle in the game (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar), they left the hood for change
(It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
The left some time in vain (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)
Gotta wise, the shit that lame (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar)

(Krayzie Bone)
I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug
runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous)
Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast
Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the streets
but you deep inside this ain't how you tryna be
But it's all to think when you're strugglin' and can't sleep
'cause ya hungry and can't eat, 'cause livin just aint free..but shet
Pappa been laid off...mamma been laid off
Everywhere I here the same old song...

(Chorus)

(Layzie Bone)
To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons
By any means, by any cost I'm out here reppin' Cleveland
They got be bobbin, weavin'
nigga give me the reason
To let 'em flies...do or die, niggas no longer breathin'
Known as a (?), before Layzie Bone it was Steven
And I'm just tryna break even, leavin' you leakers steadley creepin'
Shit get deep when daddy gone (daddy gone)
and momma can't do it on her on (her on)
Lights off, gas gone
mumma, daddy comin' home?
I guess not, sell rocks, rappin' with my niggas Bone
(wassup Wish! yeah...we all we got!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
(wassup Kray! yeah, we all we got...nigga!)
and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone..

(Chorus)

(Wish Bone)
So you ever been to the Chi? me too, you ever been shot? me too
Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks
catch cases...shit me too
That's the story no one ridin', nobody can tell it for me
Mumma workin' double shift...daddy who? daddy who?
And when he do it's always later, never came
he done broke that boys heart, man again, damn again
Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto
Grew up, outta luck
Don't give a fuck about life so we let 'em go
I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow
Give me money and I can keep my temper low
Everbody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes
priorities fucked up, but we already know!

(Chorus)

Souljahs Marchin'
The souljahs marching on prepared for war

Verse 1: Layzie Bone

The cycle continues look what I've been through
Chapter 5 from the Book of Thugs
Nineteen Ninety Nine two thousand
New millenium marching forward
All aboard seek and destroy
Any nigga that throw a decoy
We them niggas you can't avoid
Boy boy don't fuck around and get me paranoid
I'm on a mission impossible, off da rip when he get hostile
If you gots ta know I got lots of dough
So the murda mo ain't no optional
Unstoppable relentless rolling in Benzes
Hear it repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it
Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on
Feel my bombs motherfucker, undisputed round for round
Putting it down, town ta town tearing da roof of this mother-fucker
When I'm in your city get wit me fuck wit your nigga
When I'm in Maui hoes around me still come fuck wid your niggas
But if you ain't talking about no money
Nigga you really ain't talking no sense
Out of line wid out a dime,
Motherfucker you got me ready
It ain't no honour amongst thieves
Won't waste my time smoking weed
Wid all these petty conversations
So I avoid the playa hation

Hook

Verse 2: Bizzy Bone

Still, got the gun on Frankie Sosa
Fully automatic four mathematics original souljahs
See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out,
Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out
Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out
Mo and mo cash for everyone in the room
Every homie know we move you know the scope is on
Come in and snooze who feeling my music true dat
Cause if I was in there
I woulda been looting like the rest ah y'all knew dat (Bone Thug)
Know we knew that in your conscience,
You ain't nuthing but a mobster
You can't be budged
God only can judge you (Thug Luv)
Loot all the cops erase the judge
Heading for the fifth dimension mention
Then settle some stuff legal
All I really wanted was a Regal

Hook

Verse 3: Flesh N Bone

Now who gon' be the last two soldiers standing
Doing back ta back holding the cannons
Another episode of my bloodish
On hit wid ah low blow
Just a thugging ass nigga
That's ready ta get some sense
I sorta like Billy The Kid
Mixed like a leather show no mercy
Filthy gonna kick in explicit some material too deadly
So prepare the description advisory
If you rise get ready fuck wid me steady
Everyday all day daily haters wanna come try fade me
Unleash the guage release bush
Trying ta feel it the wrath of the whirldwind
Sware you'll wake up fast motherfucker
Before the fifth dog holla missile off
And blast you between your eyes serving no homicide
Victim is blown right, all we know she got decapitated
Nigga your body rot in the crypt
We taping it up to the ceiling graded
Time from time and again my niggas had ta warn
All you enemies of mine I'm coming ta storm
My niggas be storming through wid army and fatigues
Feel the grief artillery nigga them prophets
To the apostle living a revelation set off the revolution
Nigga the desperado, you niggas can't fuck wid the fifth dog killer
Now haters die die die die....

Hook
(til' fade)

Souljahs Marchin'
The souljahs marching on prepared for war

Verse 1: Layzie Bone

The cycle continues look what I've been through
Chapter 5 from the Book of Thugs
Nineteen Ninety Nine two thousand
New millenium marching forward
All aboard seek and destroy
Any nigga that throw a decoy
We them niggas you can't avoid
Boy boy don't fuck around and get me paranoid
I'm on a mission impossible, off da rip when he get hostile
If you gots ta know I got lots of dough
So the murda mo ain't no optional
Unstoppable relentless rolling in Benzes
Hear it repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it
Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on
Feel my bombs motherfucker, undisputed round for round
Putting it down, town ta town tearing da roof of this mother-fucker
When I'm in your city get wit me fuck wit your nigga
When I'm in Maui hoes around me still come fuck wid your niggas
But if you ain't talking about no money
Nigga you really ain't talking no sense
Out of line wid out a dime,
Motherfucker you got me ready
It ain't no honour amongst thieves
Won't waste my time smoking weed
Wid all these petty conversations
So I avoid the playa hation

Hook

Verse 2: Bizzy Bone

Still, got the gun on Frankie Sosa
Fully automatic four mathematics original souljahs
See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out,
Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out
Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out
Mo and mo cash for everyone in the room
Every homie know we move you know the scope is on
Come in and snooze who feeling my music true dat
Cause if I was in there
I woulda been looting like the rest ah y'all knew dat (Bone Thug)
Know we knew that in your conscience,
You ain't nuthing but a mobster
You can't be budged
God only can judge you (Thug Luv)
Loot all the cops erase the judge
Heading for the fifth dimension mention
Then settle some stuff legal
All I really wanted was a Regal

Hook

Verse 3: Flesh N Bone

Now who gon' be the last two soldiers standing
Doing back ta back holding the cannons
Another episode of my bloodish
On hit wid ah low blow
Just a thugging ass nigga
That's ready ta get some sense
I sorta like Billy The Kid
Mixed like a leather show no mercy
Filthy gonna kick in explicit some material too deadly
So prepare the description advisory
If you rise get ready fuck wid me steady
Everyday all day daily haters wanna come try fade me
Unleash the guage release bush
Trying ta feel it the wrath of the whirldwind
Sware you'll wake up fast motherfucker
Before the fifth dog holla missile off
And blast you between your eyes serving no homicide
Victim is blown right, all we know she got decapitated
Nigga your body rot in the crypt
We taping it up to the ceiling graded
Time from time and again my niggas had ta warn
All you enemies of mine I'm coming ta storm
My niggas be storming through wid army and fatigues
Feel the grief artillery nigga them prophets
To the apostle living a revelation set off the revolution
Nigga the desperado, you niggas can't fuck wid the fifth dog killer
Now haters die die die die....

Hook
(til' fade)

(Hook:)
All these slimy, grimy women
Earth until to make livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd!
All these slimy, grimy women
World and women takes a livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd!

(Krayzie Bone:)
I got alot of niggaz problem that callin babies mama's
They be alwayz drumin, cause they alwayz callin
Draggin me in and out of the co- fu man
How much is enough to support you man?
I got a nigga in the jam, I am
Sittin in the cell with no bail but I got cash
Man I tell ya'll women
Playin the game, worthin children to make a livin
She don't need a 9 to 5 cause she work in the system, bitches
Grind me nasty, ol' wicked ass bitches
Sceamin and tryin sceez on a real nigga
Home avaded ransom and tryin to get some defense
And before I give you wrath Ms.
I go to jail in chances (Yeah!)
You gold-diggin hoez did nuthin (makin),
Na-da your lucky if I even na-daaa
It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd!

(Hook)

(Wish Bone:)
Betta watch it boy!
Slicky bitches, grimy bitches
Down for tickets thinkin all these bitches, nigga listen!
Hoez will get you fucked up
Someone like to cut shit
Someone think they smarking
I beat bitches, now ya lock up
And it's fucked up, shit we got to have that ass
And there's no love, mommies just be at that stash
Tryin to get me pop one in and now she got my ass
For 18, she got my cash
Now the people in my business gotta pay up (pay up)
Oh it's on, I'm gone, while the slut lays up
But naw, naw dawg I can see myself bein broke-a-trippin
Found a broad dawg
It's a runnin-back, if it's mine keep attack
1-2-3-4 baby daddy pass mistakes
Gotta pay for that shit, I'm bout to carpet ass kids
Let me catch anotha nigga leave back BITCH!

(Hook)

(Layzie Bone:)
See I was caught up on the side of the tracks
With the roaches and the rats (rats)
Big grimy bitches, roaches, niggaz with the gats
Got the ravi out the kitchen
Nigga livin is a gamble bitches
Settin niggaz up with a baby mama scandalous
Women these dayz worst of fiends in the ace
Tryin to collect all the well-fare with about 10 babies
Shady, shikes the women they might like me
See a nigga with money and they think they might try me (I doubt it)
Keep it movin baby I'm the one to keep it pinned
No matter how you fix your hair or how you shake the dareair
I won't fuck it, train not to love it
She won't cut into my budget with kids playin the puppets
It's a god dam change, America the great, givin a nigga a cake,
Cause my pockets ain't straight
Look nigga, if you can't take care of ya kids
Cause they set up grimy bitches tryin to use them to live, nigga!

(Hook x3)

-Krayzie Bone-
Yo...I think it's really time we let these niggas what's going on with Bone Thugs man (thugs man)...

-Felecia & Krayzie Bone- Intro:
(Yeeeaah!) 'Cause they don't know, they don't know, they don't know (What we been goin' through)/ They don't know, they don't know, they don't know (just where we headin' to)/ They don't know, they don't know, they don't know (come follow me now!)

-Krayzie Bone-
They all wanna know if Bone Thugs are the same/ 'cause one of us left, but four of us remain in this thang/ And we like "just pick up the album man" and I bet they refrain, from all of their claims/ you know that we still the shit...hey, hey/ Light it up (light it up) I feel good (I feel good), nigga from my vibe I feel good all over/ Been through rough times and they been mighty hard (mighty hard)/ (ridin' in the dark) to look for the light and find my spot, I climbed so far/ Them haters was tryna bring me on down (bring me on down), but really nobody can stop us with everything we know now/ we sucker free, we see underneath all you fake thugs/ From all these wack rappers we've come back to save ya/ Man all you back stabbers never ever fade us/ Man I'm so glad we back in action...nigga say what?!?

-Felecia & Krayzie Bone- Chorus:
So good, so right (It feel really, really good to get this money man)/ To be with you tonight...


-Layzie Bone-
Who would've imagined so many problems? even the karma/ I must admit, if it's so many crazy shit then it's still on my mind (of love?), furthermore/ Shit hurt, Bone Brothers; did it with Bizzy,/suppose to be a new beginning but I'm screamin' out "Where is he?!"/ Yes I miss him (how could I not?) when I know Bone is all he got/ One day we might get it together...fulfill the whole plot/ I aint gotta mention how I feel about that other thug, Flesh Bone here you go..some lock-down-love/ You know what really make me feel good?/ Krayzie Bone, Wish Bone really keep it all hood/ That's right...we still pursuing our dream, it aint no 'I' in our team, that's why we doin' our thang/ We getting money, money...money, money..

-Chorus-

-Wish Bone-
They used to look and see a thug, now they look and see a paid thug/ First niggas find and make this paper through the neighborhood/ Yes we blessed, we know this/ so I drop to my knees and let him know who we rollin with/ Everynight..make money, watch paper...grind now, f**k later/ If you miss it gotta battle back/ get that, money money, need that, gimmie some i'll take that/ Since a youngster knew about them green backs/ 'Cause it ain't 4 in the money, f**k what they sayin' chase money/ Do without it, live without it...I cant do that/ Live life, I like..I need every penny/ And these times, this life, better give it to me, to me...

-Chorus-

Yo I think it's really time
we let these niggas
what's going on
with Bone Thugs man
they don't know
they don't know
they don't know
What we been goin' through
They don't know
they don't know
they don't know
just where we headin' to
They don't know
they don't know
they don't know
come follow me now
They all wanna know
if Bone Thugs are the same
cause one of us left
but four of us remain
in this thang
And we like 'just pick up
the album man'
and I bet they refrain
from all of their claims
you know that
we still the shit
hey hey
Light it up
light it up
I feel good
I feel good
nigga from my vibe
I feel good all ove
Been through rough times
and they been mighty hard
mighty hard
ridin' in the dark
to look for the light
and find my spot
I climbed so far
Them haters was tryna
bring me on down
but really nobody can stop us
with everything
we know now
we sucker free
we see underneath
all you fake thugs
From all these wack rappers
we've come back to save ya
Man all you back
stabbers never ever fade us
Man I'm so glad
we back in action
nigga say what
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
Who would've imagined
so many problems
even the karma
I must admit
if it's so many crazy shit
then it's still on my mind
of love
furthermore
Shit hurt Bone Brothers
did it with Bizzy
suppose to be a new beginning
but I'm screamin' out
Where is he
Yes I miss him
how could I not
when I know Bone is all he got
One day we might
get it together
fulfill the whole plot
I ain't gotta mention
how I feel about
that other thug
Flesh Bone here you go
some lock down love
You know what really
make me feel good
Krayzie Bone
Wish Bone really
keep it all hood
That's right
we still pursuing our dream
it aint no 'I' in our team
that's why we doin' our thang
We getting money money
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
They used to
look and see a thug
now they look
and see a paid thug
First niggas find
and make this paper
through the neighborhood
Yes we blessed we know this
so I drop to my knees
and let him know
who we rollin with
Everynight make money
watch paper
grind now fuck later
If you miss it
gotta battle back
get that money money
need that gimmie some
i'll take that
Since a youngster knew
about them green backs
'Cause it ain't 4 in the money
fuck what they sayin'
chase money
Do without it
live without it
I cant do that
Live life I like
I need every penny
And these times this life
better give it to me to me
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
So good so right
really really
good to get this money man
To be with you tonight
Light it up
I feel good
I feel good
nigga from my vibe
I feel good all over
Light it up
I feel good
I feel good
nigga from my vibe
I feel good all over

And it makes me see, every puff that I breath
Blowin herbs and leaves would ease the World (2x)
Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy don't it? (8x)

Verse 1:
We smokin budda...come again we smokin budda
me rollin with me pass the hoota to ya
me feelin that blunt so don't let that budda fool ya
puff on the hoota...come again puff on this hoota
sit back, relax and let the budda sooth ya
and when they ask who you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya
puff on the hoota, but first me gotta get with me friends
so Wish you light it up cuz I'm gonna spend all my ends
on the budda, come and get me shunnin a blunt my friend
so, you don't wanna go half? ok I'll put in the ends
on the budda budda
we rollin, smokin, chokin, pass it, toke it hand it back to ya
that budda

Bridge:
So high(Now how high can you go?)(6x)

Verse 2:
L.A. gotta get my connections, I been stressin on this airplane
I was just thinkin of crashin, now them sess gotta be relaxin'
smokin, chokin, rollin, glancin, but we won't spend no money
them sess gotta be lovely or we ain't fuckin' with ya
y'all give me that, don't want that, don't give me that want no stressin

no, we don't want that(not in cali-for-nay-a)
reefer really makes me happy, and it makes me see
every puff that I breath blowin herbs and leaves would ease that world
I done been to the other side, I seen London and Paris
niggas get fuckin bloody high, gotta go find mary-jane's
world-wide, so why, is it such a crime?
hey, everybody should be gettin high
so, Mr. weed man, you know we lookin for the trees with no seedsly
(Yeah, yeah) we got the cheesy, we need to know if you can show me,
the nigga with the weedy (but can he, can he, can he?)

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999



(Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced
gunfire. Utterance of pain.)

Pump your fists if you're with me.
Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah!
Pump your fists up if you're with me.
Let us be victorious, be victorious.
Move out. Hut one, yeah.
Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut.
Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior.
Listen to the story of . . .

The world war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to
die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty
ammunition. The mission's complete, and nigga, I've been waitin' for this.
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. Figured you got niggas with
attitude behind the trigger. Steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. We
don't surrender. You wanna deal with us, get rid of us, split us? Come and get
us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. And you can
surely believe that I, I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. Crooked
coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast,
no (Not me.). Stay silent warriors. Silent warriors.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you
can be killed.

Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact.
Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you muthafuckas, I
repeat--retreat. With plenty heat, you'll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda
murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the
graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? You play hard, now it's time for me to
break march, and take charge. We journey to the killin' fields, where the murda
and the shit is real. Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, comin' forth
to carry me home, me home.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . .
If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be
killed.

(feat. Graveyard Shift)

(Intro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

(Verse 1-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Formulate a different tactic, let's sing anthems
No sterotypical categorizing, rising above all make shift realities
Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men
They cough as lungs inhale, exhale poisonous gases
Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself in good help
Done played out the wickedest hand man has ever dealt
I felt like dying just the other day cuz Satan was trying
Walking too close by my side
Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose
No crying, where's my blood?
You'll find out soon enough
Alright I'll ride, in due time we'll get our chance to die
Hold on to my mind
No use for guns or drugs, need mo' love
But yet and still, slugs get fired off constantly
Immorally, destroying my holy oracle
But I just ignore it though
Keep a steady pace just movin slow...slow, just movin slow

(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence

(Verse 2-Krayzie Bone)
As I sit in my livin room, chillin in my thug mood
I begin to hear noises comin from the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window
Is it paranoia from the indo?
Then goes a thought, then another thought
Run and get the pump, 'who goes there?
What the fuck you want?'
Cuz I'm gone off that blunt and I will buck a motha fucka down
You on my grounds
Hope they got enough of the rounds
All of a sudden I heard a crash
My first instinct was to blast, but the Mauseburg didn't last
So I had to dash, ran upstairs I was franic in panic
But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop
I was runnin, but I could hear the souljah's comin
I don't they must think I have some money
AK-47 and a Mack-11
Jettin to the bedroom locked myself in, the clip is in
Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob
They fit to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob
Just like I figured when they twisted it, the AK-47 was hot
I had to drop it but I emptied it
The Mack-11 would hit, hit the niggaz up from head to toe
Had to escape and I was out the window
Here I do, I hit the ground, uhh
Then I looked around, shook the fall
Hopped in the Benz and hauled
Callin my niggaz let's get ready for war
I think I killed 'em all but I know that they'll be sendin some more
So when they come back around, I say we show 'em rappin don't mean a thang
And this is a gun, and this is a grave
Rest in peace you're not feelin me
Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate thiiis.....

(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence

(Verse 3-Tombstone of Graveyard Shift)
Fight, movin in the night
Daylight, takin slow paces might outrun the race
Never wanna rely on murda, enter my life
But life's so strange and hectic all backwards and shelled
The killin factor in jail
The streets is hell, you can tell by the smell
Off with his head oh well
You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the same
It's a shame how they watch you, stalk you
Pinnin every step I make, Knowin every breath I take
Makin it easy for the next man to get his hands on a .38
They be buckin on niggaz in these last days
But thanks for the fun
Can't stay focused, causin ruckus
The devil done play with the Earth like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit
That's why silence is necessary don't tell 'em who you are by far
Don't you tell them...who you are

(Outro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

Shit, who bone thugs?
Hell yeah bone thugs
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
Nigga what the fuck you talking bout?
Mmm huu.
Shit nigga
I'll tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, is that right?
Heh heh
Nigga you gotta be kidding me
What?
Nigga give me a drink!
Here nigga, here some hennessy
Man, them niggas can't be dying
Bone thugs negro
Don't know where you are?
It can't be over!
It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
Nigga gimme a drink.
And tha haters can't stand it.
They can't believe it. bone thugs~n~harmony
Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga!
Ruthless records.
What, what rest in peace little eazy godfather.
Ooh-eee
Better call the police!
Bone thugs~n~harmony, 2000 muthafuckas!
Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Bizzy bone:
Will they prostitute me? (2x)
Stay under surveillance
Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up bone thugs bitch
Runnin' and we thuggin' it up
Look at a creepin' on ah come up
Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious
How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up?
Come kill me hater, murder with the ak.
Play our, play our c town, all the way through t town.
Northcoast keep goin.
Ready for the midwest invasion
Y'all niggas keep growin
But know that i know we was saken
Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that.
But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit.
I be on some many mack your ass attack shit.
Ready to back that.
Now who rollin?
Bone
Krayzie bone:
Krayzie up in this muthafucka
Nigga i'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead!
And even though we know niggas bust back.
Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks.
Unload tat-tat-tat-tat!
Krayzie bone never did roll with no hoes,
Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know.
Everybody on the floor!
And this aint no goddamn joke!
Nigga, break yourself or get broke!
All i want is the money
My cash flow
And i'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to cleveland
We gotta get even.
Even if it means i got to stop a muthafucka from breathin.
And i'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me.
Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin.
Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load em
Never forgot how to shoot em.
Always a thug nigga what?
Fuck it, let's shoot up the club.
If any of you niggas get pumped
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped.
And we goin' shut this whole thang down
Going out with a big bang, pow!
And that's how the thugs do it
You know we get down and dirty
Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me
Let's get ready for war
Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
So, any nigga that want static
Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch!
Layzie bone:
It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob
I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids
Never ever will i be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law
Ends, flossin
Rollin in my benz i go against the grain
See, we ain't go change
I take an eye for a eye
Either thug or you die, and i ain't goin cry.
Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die
Got a grudge against the judge
Tryin' to lock up my thugs
Wanna see us fall short
Fuck it, i'ma blow up the court and show ‘em no remorse.
Hit 'em up with the c4, backdoor
Nigga, let stack go
I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love
Better let dogs loose
Got him, hold him up
And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with cuz
All the real niggas in the streets with heat
If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it
Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public
If you runnin' for your life
In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream,
Murda on the government, take me
No surrender, no retreat
Might as well say,
Fuck this rappin', what's happenin?
Layzie goin out blastin i'm smashin on any muthafucka who be thinkin they
Gon
Get they ass off without gettin' a little action.
I crept and i came, down for my thang, man.
It's a different game.
Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but i'ma keep it the same
Figured i changed, nigga, fuck the fame
It ain't no mystery about mine
Same little nigga from the double nine
Everytime, i keeps it real with shit you can feel, still to the glock glock
Wish bone:
Aw yeah, i'ma hit 'em with the murda mo.
See 'em, better let it go
Bet they gon' run, run. nine millimeter plus
I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough
I got my shotgun
Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
Y'all say you real, then we'll see
Will you ride for me?
Will you die for me?
If i pop somebody, straight up lie for me?
There he go, now slowly approach
Start buckin' but baby, no kills
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it
Just show him what's real
Cause it's all about money, money, yeah
Don't get in my way
Fuckin' with my money
Cause that could surely get you killed
Better find somebody to play with 'cause i really ain't out to play bitch
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time
And talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch
Now you know that we ain't into that rappin back and forth on no song
Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about but you on that hoe shit
There go cleveland
Lets get it over with
Flesh n bone:
Get the fuck outta my way
They say they move down and side to side
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
Nigga, when the bullet blow!
One bullet for this silly muthfucka!
Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head
So crazy, interrogation
So many haters aggravate, so i convey and toss grenades
You niggas wanna be the t h u g?
Please, like me but can't see me
Bend and roll like a fuckin hog
Muthafuck, 5th dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
So many hoes screamin, bitch, skeeze me
Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling
Nigga, with a mob and creepin through the neighborhood robbin damn
It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run
It's your chance
Runnin through servin a dum dum to you
I'm a unique bone thug man
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone
The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
But you'll never find no others more like my kind
You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty
I don't give a fuck!
See the villian trudgin, nigga, peelin slugs!
A muthafucka here to show you who the realest thugs and that's us
The original thugstas
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible
But not a real
I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes!
Yeah niggas
Bone back in the house once again
Bringin ya'll niggas that real shit!
Lil layzie, bizzy, wish, krayzie, and that nigga flesh!
Wanna say what's up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug
Shit and
Fuck all y'all player hatin ass
Clonin ass, wannabe eazy-e bone thug mo thug ass niggas!
We told ya'll niggas this shit was eternal
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal'

Shit, who bone thugs?
Hell yeah bone thugs
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
Nigga what the fuck you talking bout?
Mmm huu.
Shit nigga
I'll tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, is that right?
Heh heh
Nigga you gotta be kidding me
What?
Nigga give me a drink!
Here nigga, here some hennessy
Man, them niggas can't be dying
Bone thugs negro
Don't know where you are?
It can't be over!
It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?
Nigga gimme a drink.
And tha haters can't stand it.
They can't believe it. bone thugs~n~harmony
Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga!
Ruthless records.
What, what rest in peace little eazy godfather.
Ooh-eee
Better call the police!
Bone thugs~n~harmony, 2000 muthafuckas!
Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Bizzy bone:
Will they prostitute me? (2x)
Stay under surveillance
Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up bone thugs bitch
Runnin' and we thuggin' it up
Look at a creepin' on ah come up
Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious
How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up?
Come kill me hater, murder with the ak.
Play our, play our c town, all the way through t town.
Northcoast keep goin.
Ready for the midwest invasion
Y'all niggas keep growin
But know that i know we was saken
Fuck shit some niggas can't take it, respect that.
But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit.
I be on some many mack your ass attack shit.
Ready to back that.
Now who rollin?
Bone
Krayzie bone:
Krayzie up in this muthafucka
Nigga i'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead!
And even though we know niggas bust back.
Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks.
Unload tat-tat-tat-tat!
Krayzie bone never did roll with no hoes,
Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know.
Everybody on the floor!
And this aint no goddamn joke!
Nigga, break yourself or get broke!
All i want is the money
My cash flow
And i'm leaving on the first thing smoking out to cleveland
We gotta get even.
Even if it means i got to stop a muthafucka from breathin.
And i'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me.
Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin.
Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load em
Never forgot how to shoot em.
Always a thug nigga what?
Fuck it, let's shoot up the club.
If any of you niggas get pumped
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped.
And we goin' shut this whole thang down
Going out with a big bang, pow!
And that's how the thugs do it
You know we get down and dirty
Nigga, you know the story, don't make me, boil me
Let's get ready for war
Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless
So, any nigga that want static
Come meet us outside in the yard, bitch!
Layzie bone:
It's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob
I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids
Never ever will i be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law
Ends, flossin
Rollin in my benz i go against the grain
See, we ain't go change
I take an eye for a eye
Either thug or you die, and i ain't goin cry.
Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die
Got a grudge against the judge
Tryin' to lock up my thugs
Wanna see us fall short
Fuck it, i'ma blow up the court and show ‘em no remorse.
Hit 'em up with the c4, backdoor
Nigga, let stack go
I'ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love
Better let dogs loose
Got him, hold him up
And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with cuz
All the real niggas in the streets with heat
If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it
Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public
If you runnin' for your life
In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream,
Murda on the government, take me
No surrender, no retreat
Might as well say,
Fuck this rappin', what's happenin?
Layzie goin out blastin i'm smashin on any muthafucka who be thinkin they
Gon
Get they ass off without gettin' a little action.
I crept and i came, down for my thang, man.
It's a different game.
Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but i'ma keep it the same
Figured i changed, nigga, fuck the fame
It ain't no mystery about mine
Same little nigga from the double nine
Everytime, i keeps it real with shit you can feel, still to the glock glock
Wish bone:
Aw yeah, i'ma hit 'em with the murda mo.
See 'em, better let it go
Bet they gon' run, run. nine millimeter plus
I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough
I got my shotgun
Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
Y'all say you real, then we'll see
Will you ride for me?
Will you die for me?
If i pop somebody, straight up lie for me?
There he go, now slowly approach
Start buckin' but baby, no kills
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it
Just show him what's real
Cause it's all about money, money, yeah
Don't get in my way
Fuckin' with my money
Cause that could surely get you killed
Better find somebody to play with 'cause i really ain't out to play bitch
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time
And talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch
Now you know that we ain't into that rappin back and forth on no song
Shit, like we ain't got nothin' else to talk about but you on that hoe shit
There go cleveland
Lets get it over with
Flesh n bone:
Get the fuck outta my way
They say they move down and side to side
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
Nigga, when the bullet blow!
One bullet for this silly muthfucka!
Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head
So crazy, interrogation
So many haters aggravate, so i convey and toss grenades
You niggas wanna be the t h u g?
Please, like me but can't see me
Bend and roll like a fuckin hog
Muthafuck, 5th dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
So many hoes screamin, bitch, skeeze me
Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling
Nigga, with a mob and creepin through the neighborhood robbin damn
It's a man on the roof with a gun, better run
It's your chance
Runnin through servin a dum dum to you
I'm a unique bone thug man
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone
The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
But you'll never find no others more like my kind
You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty
I don't give a fuck!
See the villian trudgin, nigga, peelin slugs!
A muthafucka here to show you who the realest thugs and that's us
The original thugstas
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible
But not a real
I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes!
Yeah niggas
Bone back in the house once again
Bringin ya'll niggas that real shit!
Lil layzie, bizzy, wish, krayzie, and that nigga flesh!
Wanna say what's up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug
Shit and
Fuck all y'all player hatin ass
Clonin ass, wannabe eazy-e bone thug mo thug ass niggas!
We told ya'll niggas this shit was eternal
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal'

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)

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)

[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]

Krayzie Bone:Thug Mentality 1999


Intro
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
-Refrain-
So if these muthafuckers want to see your nuts, show your nuts/ Let the slugs
bust, shoot the club up
(These niggas scandalous, scandalous/ Good thing we packin, packin)
Krayzie
Tonight, we goin' out to the club/ We about ten-deep/ Everybody looked thugged
out, fucked up
Park the car, smoke a lil' more/ We drink a little more/ Niggas, somehow we get
the mentality;
Fuck everybody/ We come here to party, but I know somebody gon' try me-n-keep my
temperature
uprisin'/ Anyway nigga, we straight to the V.I.P/ Excuse me, we need some
hennessey/ While my
niggas is rollin' the sticky/ Puff-puff-pass it-pass it back quickly/ That's
when I heard the record skip
(They fightin') Security sprayed they mase/ Thru all the commotion some nigga
jumped right out the car
Ran up in my face/ Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him
Took his ass to the floor/ Now here comes some more/ Now we got a war goin' on
Tryin' to get back out the door/ And we got our backs against the wall/ Naw, We
don't plan to fall
Y'all, cuz we did not get searched/ We all got pistols in our drawers
-Refrain-
Krayzie
We heard a shot, Shit! Them niggas, my niggas we dropped down to the pavement
Bass from the D.J. went blank/ Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out
this place/ I pulled out my gun
Like Double-0-7; rolled under the table/ Unload, reload/ Every muthafucker in
the club folded up
on the floor/ Niggas was rootin', tootin', shootin'/ Security been ran up out
the club/ Hardly anybody
left but thugs, we drunk as fuck; finna shoot this muthafucker up/ Niggas was
runnin' up
on us like they been waitin' for this shit to happen (What's happenin'?) For me
to get caught in a club riot
But my thugs tight/ And I can't believe this shit; nigga caught up in the middle
of a warzone
(The warzone) but nigga if you know a Bone then you know that we get down with
the dirty with
the chrome; never leave it home/ Put it to your dome and I let it go/ Can't let
these niggas run up
on me/ They bitches/ I put another clip in/ Unload some more; keep spittin'/ I
never can understand
If security's got the door then why so many niggas in here got guns? And I can
testify that cuz
I just shot one/ Good thing, nigga packed that vest and my weapon (weapon)
Cuz I'd sure take a strippin' if a nigga caught me slippin' without no
protection
-Refrain-

(Hook: repeat 2X)
I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door
Because she got a little bit crazy
I don't want no deranged lady
That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.

(Wish Bone)
I don't want another insane lover
Cuttin' on my rubber
Houndin' me just to tell her I love her
Gotta give it to them big butt girls
The ones that don't give a fuck
"Just-wanna-bust-nut" girls
When them feelings involved
Now you playin' with fire
Gotta let 'em know from the gate
Man, you ain't tellin' no lies
I just wanna (touch that)
I just wanna (couple times)
I just wanna (no ties)
Can a thugsta hit that there?
No need to blow me up one day, we right back here
Doin' what we do, I see you like that there
Baby girl, let me just keep this fair
You do you and I'll do me
Can we do it, do it like that?
Keep it creepin', creepin'
Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'
But when it's all over, it's just over
No knives or policemen

(Hook)

(Krayzie Bone)
Now me and her been rollin' together
Now for quite some time
And she been naggin' a nigga
The whole damn ride
When I first met the girl
Everything was all good
She grew up around my way
So hey, the love was all hood
So I figured it was cool
And we could do this
And, plus she had a booty
that was sicker than lupus
I had to scoop it
Anyway, we started hangin' out
And talkin' on the phone mo'
And before you know
we on her floor doin' the Grown Folk
Everything was cool, y'all
We had it plain and simple
She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man
More like "homie-lover-friends"
She said she understand
But I can't tell she comprehend
'Cause she keyin' on my Benz
While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me
sneakin' in my pockets
Lookin' for numbers in my phone
And condoms in my wallet
Then she overdid it
This bitch pointed a pistol at me
Talkin' about "We need to talk"
'Cause she ain't happy
So shit....

(Hook)

(Layzie Bone)
Little sweet thang
she love to floss
Clothes to her lip gloss
Makin' hard thugs turn soft
Lookin' like Diana Ross
Slim, sweet and sexy
Something like a little sister
'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)
To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass
I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class
Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee
But I was young, so I let her get close to me
And I was kinda in love
Everyday a nigga wit' her
After school a nigga wit' her
At the mall takin' pictures
All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group
I'm out here missin' my rehearsals
'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots
She ain't even let me hit it
Got me talkin' about commitment
Got me climbin' through the window
Won't even let me get it
Last thing that she said
Snapped me back to reality
We in the 12th grade
Talkin' about "you wanna marry me?"

(Hook)

Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
And we're yet to be replaced
Krayzie Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
And check my style
And in your vein like a drug
And I got niggas passed out on the floor
They done overdosed on the thugs
I done sold over 30 million records
You niggas better check it before you get up and disrespect it
And that weed for twenty-four seven nigga
I never knew a nigga that can smoke a pound like me
Or get down like me
And they don't make them like me
Thugs-N-Harmony nigga the name will never die
No matter how mad these niggas is actin'
We gon go platinum
So back that shit up before we blast this bitch up
Then you get the picture ol' fag ass nigga
Playas is what you want
Then come and get it fresh off the grill well done
Hot and ready
We don't give a fuck what you want with niggas and bitches
You be fuckin' with this and you will fill that I'm hot and ready
And you will know what I mean
I'll be the thuggish ruggish nigga on the block
With two glocks it don't stop
I bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me
Thug you don't know me
So don't think y'all finna hold me
Cause homie niggas don't know me

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
And we're yet to be replaced
Layzie Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
Now Uh-oh uh-oh
Oh no he didn't and bitch I did it yes I admit
It you full of that bullshit you need to quit it
Nigga hit it
Go and play those drums
Steady on money
And going to get me some
You fuckin' with a nigga that's number one
Doin it just for fun and now look at him run
On some dumb shit not the assassin
Imma keep smashin'
Stackin my chedda chedda
Nobody can do it better
Whatevea whatevea, ya then I'm going to turn killa
Better be knowin how the game go
In touch with the real nigga
Nigga I'm the drama
Bring it nothin' but tough shit
You could put this on yo mama
Nigga I'm gonna make you love this
Me and DJ Heist shootin' dice in the back of the ally
Finna jump back in the Caddy
Man we won them beat the badly

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
and we're yet to be replaced
Bizzy Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Lock up the shit
As quick as a nigga can lock up his bitch
With a cock in is pit
Bleedin' right after we cocked him up in his crib
Rottin' in rich with a semi-automatic shotgun
Get the poppin' away up in a flick
Lookin' at the crowed all nerves and shit
My nigga Los was hittin' banks and shit
Set aside these little gangsta bitch
Cop killa we dotta love the incog neta
With as tasty as his mama as she chookin' in a casino
Man incafino niggas is only out fo they self
and expect the kids to help and set shit on the shelf
Filthy niggas get (??) and die
Like grape juice and wealth
I've been waitin' for you to start talkin' to somebody else
And we thinkin' about god in this reputation
Pussy Niggas who hatin'
How the fuck is my relations
I'm ready to get some pressure
Self built ward my local niggas are stotin'
Stakin' and makin' in dikie suits with the matchin' bandanas
Dippin' around, dippin' around
Can't nobody catch us

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
and we're yet to be replaced
Wish Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh

[Verse 4: Wish Bone]
We came up Eazy died you think we was gon give up
We still some raw
Don't you deny you know we brought this game up
From the DJ's to the VJ's
From the niggas from the essay's
You know we brung this game up
Everybody knows Thugs-N-Harmony
From the beginnin' these niggas was trippin'
And wonder why I be flippin'
Who gives a fuck why I moved out of the hood dippin'
Cause these niggas don't know how to act
Catch you slippin' and I'll react
Nigga fuck what you heard
Fuck with Bone
That's a fact
Step on anybody and be ready for this movement
I've been a thug gon stay a thug
I don't talk about it I do it
Now let me explain when we came in this game
We was young thugs oh-ah all this money nigga what
Now how you blamin' a nigga with all this cash
Young black heated with a attitude like kiss my ass
We aplogise to all our fans with hands in the stands
But fuck these niggas writin' in these magazine nigga man DAMN!

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
and we're yet to be replaced
Bone Thugs they say uh uh oh uh uh oh

[Unknown lady]
Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish and we can't forget about Flesh y'all
and don't forget about Flesh, Bone Thugs y'all

Servin' the Fiends
I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker
These motherfucking rocks fat,
Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see
None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block
Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off
Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block

Verse 1: Bizzy Bone

Who servin' tha fiends
Hundred thousands of green
For the love of money
Cash all around me
Demons can cloud me
While I'm in the county I can die
Flipped up my style-y as we came at the same time
Baby tempted, in the tension
Ouija shit got you demented
Crash the Benz and ending your sentence
Born for criminal defendants
Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking
Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine
Animals move animals reputed
Every daily grades let it be the reason
My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead bodies
In Eden leading seeping
And I don't wanna rock the pump
But I doubt it if I have ta pop the trunk
I'ma get 'em when they thinking they miss me what
Nigga that thuggish ruggish fuck them up
Rolling wid my bucks in the biggest snatch shit
All of my dogs all of we lie
Nigga you touched and stuck on murda
Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts
It was the 7th sign regime
Wid the nines and beams the philly and green
Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me
Ya couldn't go wrong wid we
Eyes bloodshot red when I floss instead
I rather run up and smash you wid a passion
And they chalking it off his head
Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed
Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking dead

Hook:
It's just another day I gotta get paid
Who got the biggest boulder
Who servin' tha fiends
(Repeat)

Verse 2: Layzie Bone

Now could this be B-O-B
The bad boy the Bone
I be thugging for eternal
Wanna test me it's on
Now where my niggas at
Pull a nigga wig back
Nigga dig that dig that
All original peep the zone criminal here we go
>From a place where a nigga might bury ya
Nigga act up and I betta take care ah ya
Scared ah ya, I be ready for the war
Nigga I'm America's Most
Barely coast ta coast
If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me
But if you lie ta me and don't die for me
Look in my eyes and see you can't hide from me
Sleepwalk shit talk nigga
That be running from niggas in the ghetto
Now get on my level rebuking the Devil
Representing like ah heavenly rebel
Even though my screws loose I can tigheten 'em up
And put a twist to the game like a monkey wrench
For the funny shit
All about the murda for the love ah money shit
Gettin' paid, got it made in the shade nigga
If you got and I want it I'ma take it
Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it
Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit
Half baked and gone off this indoe stick
Wanna hit it call just as you next
Hit it two times and pass
And nigga hold ya breath
Lay playing wid a half deck
Playin' wid ah half deck

Hook

Verse 3: Flesh N Bone

I'm fucked up but I bail on the darkside
Dwell, wid the hustla ta get this mayo
Plannig ta sell the yayo for my mayo
Nobody be fucking wid Bone top platinum
So ah now that you got that album fool
Tell me what in the fuck you gon' do wid it
Stay drop and hit up they head
That ch'all can go and get
Peepin' here they come wake it off
So quicker they come wid ah weekly drumstick
Servin' them paper murda them 1-8-7 ova haters
Fuck you be done,
Did it wid niggas do whateva they gotta do
My nigga just do what ya gotta do
Even if you gotta spark a few
Just rob a few jack move
It's just another day I gotta get paid
Niggas ain't rapping the same way
Made niggas it figures now thug wid these niggas
That eating betta than the nigga
Betta lay in low so when the po-po rolling
Stroll on my depths as a criminal
Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up
Nigga let's show this shit be real
But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats loco
Straight smoke ah motherfucka do it fast
Bucking 'em down here red on his back back

Hook

Servin' the Fiends
I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker
These motherfucking rocks fat,
Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see
None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block
Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off
Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block

Verse 1: Bizzy Bone

Who servin' tha fiends
Hundred thousands of green
For the love of money
Cash all around me
Demons can cloud me
While I'm in the county I can die
Flipped up my style-y as we came at the same time
Baby tempted, in the tension
Ouija shit got you demented
Crash the Benz and ending your sentence
Born for criminal defendants
Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking
Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine
Animals move animals reputed
Every daily grades let it be the reason
My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead bodies
In Eden leading seeping
And I don't wanna rock the pump
But I doubt it if I have ta pop the trunk
I'ma get 'em when they thinking they miss me what
Nigga that thuggish ruggish fuck them up
Rolling wid my bucks in the biggest snatch shit
All of my dogs all of we lie
Nigga you touched and stuck on murda
Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts
It was the 7th sign regime
Wid the nines and beams the philly and green
Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me
Ya couldn't go wrong wid we
Eyes bloodshot red when I floss instead
I rather run up and smash you wid a passion
And they chalking it off his head
Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed
Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking dead

Hook:
It's just another day I gotta get paid
Who got the biggest boulder
Who servin' tha fiends
(Repeat)

Verse 2: Layzie Bone

Now could this be B-O-B
The bad boy the Bone
I be thugging for eternal
Wanna test me it's on
Now where my niggas at
Pull a nigga wig back
Nigga dig that dig that
All original peep the zone criminal here we go
>From a place where a nigga might bury ya
Nigga act up and I betta take care ah ya
Scared ah ya, I be ready for the war
Nigga I'm America's Most
Barely coast ta coast
If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me
But if you lie ta me and don't die for me
Look in my eyes and see you can't hide from me
Sleepwalk shit talk nigga
That be running from niggas in the ghetto
Now get on my level rebuking the Devil
Representing like ah heavenly rebel
Even though my screws loose I can tigheten 'em up
And put a twist to the game like a monkey wrench
For the funny shit
All about the murda for the love ah money shit
Gettin' paid, got it made in the shade nigga
If you got and I want it I'ma take it
Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it
Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit
Half baked and gone off this indoe stick
Wanna hit it call just as you next
Hit it two times and pass
And nigga hold ya breath
Lay playing wid a half deck
Playin' wid ah half deck

Hook

Verse 3: Flesh N Bone

I'm fucked up but I bail on the darkside
Dwell, wid the hustla ta get this mayo
Plannig ta sell the yayo for my mayo
Nobody be fucking wid Bone top platinum
So ah now that you got that album fool
Tell me what in the fuck you gon' do wid it
Stay drop and hit up they head
That ch'all can go and get
Peepin' here they come wake it off
So quicker they come wid ah weekly drumstick
Servin' them paper murda them 1-8-7 ova haters
Fuck you be done,
Did it wid niggas do whateva they gotta do
My nigga just do what ya gotta do
Even if you gotta spark a few
Just rob a few jack move
It's just another day I gotta get paid
Niggas ain't rapping the same way
Made niggas it figures now thug wid these niggas
That eating betta than the nigga
Betta lay in low so when the po-po rolling
Stroll on my depths as a criminal
Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up
Nigga let's show this shit be real
But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats loco
Straight smoke ah motherfucka do it fast
Bucking 'em down here red on his back back

Hook

[Krayzie - 3x]
Rollin Up Some Mo'

[Chorus - 2x]
Allittle bit of refer's all I need (all I need)
With alittle big of Gin mixed with Hennessey (Hennessey)
Alittle bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin like everthing is so damn cool

[Krayzie]
Hop in my Five-Double-O
Roll up my window asshole your lettin out all the smoke
You never wate a blow, motherfucka don't you know?
I'm a weedhead, P.O.D' ded stayin tweeded
It make me happy
Won't even sleep unless i'm beamin, fiendin
Which one of you niggaz gonna put some ends in?
Cuz i'm tellin y'all right now i'm smokin everything i'm spendin
Goin down, cop a quarter pound now we in here blowin it
Wait a minute where's the bowl at?
Young Dre done got me spoiled man
Done smoked two blunts, and now i'm feelin like I can fly
I get into zones of my own everytime I get high
And whenever it is, I think I see
I'm buzzin so it doesn't really matter to me

[LaReece]
I got issues nuttin but problems feels my green
My nigga wanna test me with the same old games
Got this chicken down in San Diego, and he trickin on my pesos
And he think that I don't know
And he got the gawl he fuckin two of my dawgz
Now they actin kinda funny when I call
So when i'm with my Thugs On Da Line
Tonight no lady like instead I grab a fifth of Hen
Take it to the head, c'mon

[Chorus - 2x]

[Asu]
Now, niggaz came late to get me Keith G pass me the Henny
Kray lookin like chimney i'll smoke whatever and any
Naw, i'm buggin my squad ain't druggin like that
Luggin the Mak, LeReece all nice with K-mont in the back
Blunts and stunts is what's rolled up
Once it's lit it's hit, and if you ask me why i'ma tall ya what, what ya want?
Smoke a blunt all jokes is front fuck beatin around the bush
Kick the (?) ya punks

[K-mont]
I mix Henny with Alize get drunk and talk slick
Nigga be sizin me up, you know I'm ready to flip
My niggaz stay smokin out, sippin Hen and Tengery
Nigga, we be havin hella fun like they do in the bay
It be the weekend gangsta that me causin the tention
You might catch me willin out, in the tough guy convention
But don't get it fucked up, because I'm all about my cheedar
It ain't easy being me, but nobody could do it better

[Chorus - 2x]

[Boss]
Everytime I'm rollin out with Krayzie we crazy, try not to get ciffed up
Fucked up sippin on that siz rup, pourin out that cup of stuff
Them jolly ranchees and enhancers, I mix it up like a chemist
Drop about 10 of 'em in it, then sip it slow til it's finished
Then it's that (??) little (?) is safe at home
Then get your brain broke, they boiler makers and they chain smoke
Boss ain't no fuckin rookiem put purple permethozine up on you ream
That's guaranteed to make you lean and keep you higher than girffe pussy

[Kieth G]
I ain't ate all day, but steadily gettin fucked up
Smokin this weed, waitin to get scooped up
It's the bum Keith G, carribus we on twists
We needed a fix, my nigga dip into the rent
We worry about that payback later we gonna smoke
And live for the meanwhile puffin with Juvenile, what?
I'm in the mood to speak my piece, pass the mic
I'm in the mood to drink some burb, we high tonight

[Chorus - 2x]

[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)
Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef
So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat
Ain't no debate be (?) publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially
Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky
Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me
And I sense they negative energy
Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me
Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight
Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight
Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on
[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
[Verse 2]
All night long we ain't goin to sleep
Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man
My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in
The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin
Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one
Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one
Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey
I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that
She told me about herself she want to model and act
I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this
Who could really blame me about those ass and hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?
Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill
[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x}
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush
And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss
All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us
First round that we (?) now we adding a plus
Live just to die know you know ita€™s a must
Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush
Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin
Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win
Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work
Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf
Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot
Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?)
I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block
[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
[Verse 4]
You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first
Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em)
Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass
Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag
You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin
Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck shit
Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music
We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse
What we be givin?
Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit
Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up
You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em)
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die
They die, they die

[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)
Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef
So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat
Ain't no debate be (?) publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially
Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky
Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me
And I sense they negative energy
Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me
Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight
Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight
Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on
[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
[Verse 2]
All night long we ain't goin to sleep
Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man
My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in
The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin
Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one
Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one
Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey
I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that
She told me about herself she want to model and act
I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this
Who could really blame me about those ass and hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?
Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill
[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x}
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush
And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss
All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us
First round that we (?) now we adding a plus
Live just to die know you know ita€™s a must
Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush
Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin
Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win
Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work
Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf
Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot
Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?)
I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block
[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
[Verse 4]
You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first
Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em)
Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass
Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag
You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin
Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck shit
Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music
We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse
What we be givin?
Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit
Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up
You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em)
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die
They die, they die

(feat. the Marley Brothers)

Within 2000 years Christ shall return
And when I return I goin' to be king of kings
This one, this one, this one, this one

(Krayzie - 2X)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldier ride

(Chorus)
Revolution in my heart
Oh, they tearin' us apart
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution on my mind
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
Now tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this eternal warfare
Yeah, uhhhh
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
This one is for the revolution
Soldier all positions

(Krayzie)
Wanna talk about revolution?
Should we talk about a revolution, a revolution?
Come on I think it's time, it's already 1999
This is real, we ready for revolution
We sick and we tired, we ready tonight
And we gon' ride, ride, ride, with the warriors
We makin' a push on Babylon the great better hurry up
We doin' it like that combat on contact so the police get bombed
That gunpowder from my gun got my palms black
As we run and we hit up the rest and we chase the police
We done flipped the script, and startin' a riot
We set 'em to fire, to flames, we heat and we hot
Cussin' while they flossin' shots
Marchin' double barrels barkin'
Mark the target ain't for talkin'
Squashin' every enemy walkin' and bomb 'em
We need to suit up in boots
Recruit us some troops to start mashin'
I'm packin' my sawed off and I'm called off, I'm called off

(Chorus)
Revolution in my mind
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution in my heart
The been tearin' us apart
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
And tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this eternal eternal warfare
Yeah
This one is for the revolution
Soldier, all positions
This one is for the revolution
Green Beret cover formation
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
I'll bomb down that institution

(Krayzie - 3X)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldiers ride

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)

Where the fiends at?
(laughs)
Nigga
Bone thugs
Harmony

Chorus: bizzy, krayzie

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money

Verse one: bizzy bone, krayzie bone
My my babys bangin,
Beefin with me,
Squashed it ordained it,
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury,
But the ways of a broad
Don't mean you've died out of my life,
I'm hurt, burn me baby,
Tie down.
And child hood scars,
Crackhead cause niggas i dont know
That who'd ya think you are.
And here we are, steady we roll out over you.
When it's over it's over,
For the soldiers who hear me, that'll
Get me in trouble.
Can i be closer, stay right near me.
Here we are, aint no stars, uh huh.......
Can i get drunk off in some bar,
Without some haters sayin
"who do you think you are?!"
When i'm sober, start jumpin in it to win itttt.........

Shit i bet they thought we fell off.
Bone thugs~n~harmony resurrection,
Krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish,
We in the flesh.
Rememeber them thuggish ruggish niggas,
Gotta get down fo my thang in here.
You already know when we came in here we raw,
Fuck what u heard and you read about us,
Just believe what you saw.
Till i die, im down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious, let a nigga know,
Maybe then we can roll.
Nigga bad to the bone,
But i sure dont click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent.
Bitches was not invited!
Put'em in a coffin before they get me man.
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang.
Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin
We buck!
Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck'em to the end,
And when i run out,
I reloadin and buckin again, some mo!
Nigga puttin it down, worldwide.
Them wicked bad-ass thugs.
You punk niggas hate us,
But we don't trip,
We still get madd ass love.
I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin cash and jewelry,
Rip it off his ass,
Keep walkin fast.
Thuggish ruggish till the day that i die,
Fuck it that's all i been all of my life.
It's just t-h-u-g we be.
And it aint no thang,
Keep buckin buckin,
Dumpin, fuckin'em bustas up with my gauge.
We poppin all yall,
Im watchin all yall.

Chorus: bizzy, krayzie

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money

Verse two: layzie bone, wish bone (bizzy bone) [bizzy bone & wish bone]

Time after time,
Everywhere i look,
Everywhere i turn,
Niggas talkin bout death.
Like a nigga can't dream of nuthin else,
But a lil bit of wealth.
Tryin to help they self,
And i really can't blame you,
Cause i do the same too.
Man do what you gotta do.
But what imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool.
Aint none of yall niggas do it betta, ohhh.
And im ahead of you and yall hate it,
Only the real thugs keepin it raw.
Grippin that heat tight,
Livin that street life.
Nigga imma let it fool round and get war.
Niggas is plottin that 2-11,
Thats why i got heat for armageddon.
Picture lay on his knees and i'm beggin,
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven.
Fuck all the drama, imma just blast,
Hollow point tips off in that ass.
Tha slicka the nigga
Thats pullin the trigga
Is the nigga thats standin up last.
Countin this cash,
Still doin this mash.
Blowin much weed
As we watch you bleed.
Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese.
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep.
Fuckin with lay
Is a game you shouldnt play,
Even myself i could die today.
I could lie, but hey it aint worth it,
Shit, aint none of us here to stay.
Imma hold my ground,
And imma lace my boots.
So when its time to shoot, then thats it.
Screamin out mo thug in this bitch,
And bone thugs in this bitch, nigga.

It's all about money, yeah.
Imma get me some.
Cant be fuckin with niggas that aint got none.
Cause lately yall been actin funny,
I guess you smell some money.
Get out my pockets,
Betta count your shit
It's still st. clair wig-split.
Four other niggas that i run with,
You dont wanna fuck with.
[dollars and dollars but still,]
[we gotta get mo]
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore (uh uh, no, no)
And aint a damn thang come easy,
Alot of plannin, bus rides, and [eazy].
Fo cheese,
Believe me,
Believe me,
And it aint gone stop at the end of my time
With my bone thug love
I'ma always get mine.
And i mean that,
Gotta have that,
Paper paper,
Money money,
Money, money.

Chorus: bizzy, krayzie

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money i'ma get me some
My nigga i'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper....

Money

Verse three: flesh-n-bone (layzie bone)

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin' in command
You thought of me closin the book.
On this bitch on ya'll, flip on yall,
I am what i am the fifth dawg!
It's all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood.
Tell'em i got dibs on this and kids in this
(you real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin on my thug ass nigga eazy-e (eazy-e).
Six deep in a six-double-o benzo
Fo the love of money.
I gotta get the paper.
I told yall aint a damn thang changed
Bout the nigga they bang.
My niggas,they're down,
And we'll bang your brain,
Muthafucka for thinkin he famous!

Bridge: bizzy bone & layzie bone
We in the flesh flesh,
We in the flesh,

We in the flesh flesh,
We in the flesh

Verse four: flesh-n-bone

And if i can go bite the bullet
So eazy in my cadillac,
Bend a couple of corners,
Smoke out with some hoes,
Now where yall at?
21st century heroes,
Two-triple-zero,
Righteous ones,
And wish the howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum {Throughout the whole song
I bring yo' Thugline (y'all)

Don't they want to see me fall (y'all)


But I never had then I'm just to wrong (y'all)
You used to have a lot of devil scene (y'all)

When I kept my soul, they see me disappear (y'all)

And now the cryin on the line is perfect time
Tryin' shinnin', keep my mind, ready for combat

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.

[Intro: Krayzie]
That's right Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back up in this muthafucka
Nigga, duce double 0 duce
Lay, B, Wish Flesh
(Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug)
I think its time we take these niggas back to the god-damn streets (swattin nigga)
And gave these niggas some of that original (original cleveland heat) heat
Thuggish ruggish bone see
Gun stack off

[Verse 1: Layzie]
See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose
Tha 12 gauge two grenades nigga got them too
Ya damn right I shoot
If a nigga run up on you I'ma get him and I spill like I s'posed to do
And If I roll wit you
Ima be that little nigga off the hook man
Talk about look man
If I see anigga disrespect one mo time
Put out my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin
Yeah I break off off my heat cuz when I'm in the streets
And I hit these streets
I'ma keep my peace until a nigga want beef
But If he fuckin wit me then Ima turn raw meat cuz
I'm just a Bone Thug little bitty nigga wit strong nutz
Platinum eva since E put us down
You know the talk of the town them long bud
Now you fuckin wit a lion strugglin tryin to see these thugs
Tryna get rid of us like the war on drugs
But a nigga keep comin like I told you he was
So lemme close the door
Don't be comin to this muthafucka knockin
Lookin for some action
I'ma tell you right now what's happenin
Nigga it's our time and hell yeah we blastin

[Hook: Krayzie]
If yall muthafuckas think we willin
P-U-M-P nigga come on wit it
You ain't gotta listen nigga Ima make you feel it
Pump, Pump, Buck buck buck buck buck
Buck buck

If yall muthafuckas think we willin
P-U-M-P nigga come on wit it
You ain't gotta listen but I'ma let you hear it
Pump, Pump, Buck buck buck buck buck
Buck buck

[Verse 2: Krayzie]
Leathaface in the place and I'm warned you niggas
I'm coming quicker than a goddamn missile
Movin and huntin, steady winnin out a nigga
With penetration equivalent to muthafuckin pistols
I get up in ya system cripple a nigga quick
I'm rippin a nigga shit like grippin a nigga bitch and sell this
You see I shoot fo the temple
I'ma try to bust a nigga mental in the middle of his dome
Back up in this muthafucka wait a minute nigga we neva left
Ain't even got started yet (yeah)
We kickin in the muthafuckin door
Once again for war so nigga get ya army ready
I got a nation of niggas ready to fuck up the enemy
If i give em the oil them nigga show me they warriors
All ova we victorious takin ova ya territory
Notorious and devil-alition and we know a level
All you feel it when I kill it hit it spit it
Get it crackin in this muthafucka right when we the illest
Same muthafuckas got the fuck up outta Cleveland
Nigga we came up but we still creepin
And we still put it down nigga even though we four strong
Flesh gone come home, Bone gone stay Bone
When the 5th Dawg gets loose it gone be on

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bizzy]
It's the original bang bang and I don't give a fuck about none of these muthafuckas
Still get down foe my damn thang
Tell a nigga that I concentrate come on down to the land let us blastinate
People lookin at me like he's too nasty to date
Gimme my dick back we in the last days every second got a muthafucka passin away
Fast to the bass that we fell wit the jazz and ah [buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck]
In a mask at my home with no men in a mansion to get a little piece of this American dream
I spit venom thru the pipes as I smoke in em
I shit rhythm and I'm nice ain't no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww)
It smell good and the weed still sell good for the lay bits
Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad
(What the fuck you think you doing..........)
I give a fuck who you ridin with or that nigga that you slidin with
He ain't a killa he just somebody to vibe with
Somebody tell this nigga motha who he died with
So silly!! [So silly silly silly silly ]
Pumped up Big Willy I don't really think he really
I don't really think he really, I don't think he know!
Hit him with the crossbow monto-mental little lost soul
I been on so!!!!!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Wish Bone]
Niggas the Thugs homie we the muthafuckas that be ready to roll
You know niggas that be waitin in the blisterin cold for you to come home
Sneak in the door and we go go
I ain't gotta hear what you tryna prove
Put ya hands on ya nuts and get ready to move
And I can't why I'm thug mighty
Gang of thugs that thug just like me
I don't give a fuck if its north or south
If a nigga talkin shit we gone wipe his mouth
That's just how it is put it on my kids
Bodies zipped up fuck that fuckin wit Wish
We out to ge these millions
While these niggas steady chillin
If it ain't about the money don't comment
Cuz I don't undastand it like you from anotha planet
Cuz its all about money god dammit
So do whathca gotta blast if ya hafta
I'ma get mine in the streets duck strappin
Steady makin moves we'll move on you if we hafta
Really don't matter

[Hook]
What's crackelackin dog
That's gonna be so tight, (cuz the Bone Thugs)
I know
(Ya say Bone Thugs) (u hear me?)
I hear you I hear too (Just lovin it..love..... straight up Bone Thug Muzik)
Yeah me too dog me too

[Hook til fade]
(Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug)