Bizzy [Layzie]{Krayzie}
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 hmm. [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! (Bone Thugs) [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 the 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-ee!] {Better call the police!} [Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas!] Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name….
Will they prostitute me? Will they prosecute me? Stay under surveillance. Get out the county, this nigga ain’t got all my fuckin’ jewelry! Loco 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 forsaken, (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 up in this muthafucka! Nigga I’m rollin’, and ain’t leavin’ this muthafucka until somebody dead! And even though niggas bomb 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 gotdamn joke! Nigga, break yourself or get broke! All I want is the money, my cash flow, and I’m leaving on the first thing smokin’ 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!
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 Dawg 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, the shit you can feel, still to the bottom line
Aw yeah, I 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.

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 the head. So crazy, interrogatin’. So many haters aggravate, so Stack conveyed and tossed grenades. You niggas wanna be a T-H-U-G? Please, like me but can’t see me. Finna roll like a fuckin’ hog. Muthafucka 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, when I’m mobbin’, 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! Gettin’ hurt, 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, (Yeah niggas) Bone back in the house once again, bringin’ y’all niggas that real shit! (That real shit, 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 playa 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)

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