Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Album

[Marching of soldiers.]
Soldier:

One, two, three . . .

Maniacal voice:

Guess who's back. [Screams/Laughs.]
Right about now, it's time for those notorious thugs: Bizzy, Wish,
Layzie, Krayzie, Flesh, and that nigga, DJ U-Neek. Bone thugs takin'
over, so you best to beware, because we came to shut this muthafucka
down!

DJ U-Neek:

Yeah, Bone comin' back at you bitches for the nine-seven.

Layzie:

Yeah, these muthafuckas didn't think it was on.

U-Neek:

Old playa hatin' ass niggas, you know my little niggas brung they style to
the table, first.

Layzie:

Nigga, yeah.

U-Neek:

Why don't you realize, recognize, analyze the muthafuckin' situation. It's
over!

Layzie:

It's over, bitch! It's The Art of War!

U-Neek:

Bone thugs takin' it over.

Krayzie:

Retaliation . . .

U-Neek/Layzie:

You what I'm sayin'? Bow down, baby, bow down. Mo Thug. Mo
Thug. Mo Thug.
If you got any muthafuckin' sense and any muthafuckin' talent, you better
turn and roll with us, not against us. I'm tellin' you, nigga, 'cause it ain't
gonna work. Now what's up? Man, what you want to do? Buck, buck,
buck, buck, buck, buck, bitches!

Krayzie/Layzie:

(Abort), witness the art of war . . .
The art of war, the war is on . . .
One and two world war.
Playa, playa, we done partied overtime.
Guess who's back? Bone thugs! Guess who's back? Bone
thugs-n-harmony, harmony.

Killa, Me killa, Me killa, Me killa.

Krayzie:

(This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin' your hands.

Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play. Can
you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

Bizzy:

You wanted to get Rip? Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done, 'til it
replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous, especially .357,
me punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You
crept and you came, ain't shit changed, daily weapons: grenades and an
AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the
real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think fin to get that gangster,
gettin' a demon, you can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my
ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus. He done creepin' deep, but I love
to sneak 'til I raise up on my enemy. Let's get pumped for the peeps in
Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression. Spread the message: I'm
finished, diminished you so-called critics and fuck them Billboards, and
the Billboard status me kick it. You fucked-up for awhile for today, but
that was a trial. Man, and I don't know how, style through with them
crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to
gather around, remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town,
and only a bitch would bite, that we can't allow, then they won't claim my
style, ready to beat you down, hittin' them tombstones, (sellin' volumes),
get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols
steady, ready, fuck the flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I
break your head in.

Krayzie:

I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your
city and people be peelin' me, yo, but some nigga just told me, he put in
your record, and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put 'em in a
coffin, now, go seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now,
nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's what you was
thinkin' when you tried to get it down. We see that you fucked with a
daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass around. Whenever you're ready
to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club, ready slang slugs.
Nigga done got too drunk, if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, this shit is
ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us. Buck
you to Hell, and we're stickin' you, doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the
St. Clair niggas bust. Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga tried a
211, fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be?
Nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come in peace. Nigga,
please, freeze, put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these
are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. You're gonna die.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

Layzie:

Now, hation season is ceasin', agree. Nigga, let this be the reason:
niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from
breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that thug whose raps
steady put down payments, criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test
nuts? Nigga, hear this: my niggas are down with murda mo', real
thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet he be
ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but artillery shop, we stackin',
Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all day, won't action,
playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My
nigga, the shit don't stop. The government all on my dick, wanna see Lil
Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, fin to rest
in peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo'
money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks, refuse the
peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on.

Wish:

When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I
got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride
with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us, so I be down on wicked streets
I grew up on. Wanna sound like us, and none of you do. We come for
you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for every heat
you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out, watch out for them
thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told you: it's
comin'--Armageddon [it's comin'--Armageddon, new world order, new
world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches ain't nothin', we none.
Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know we gettin' our shit
together. Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, ya go, ya go.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

[Krayzie]
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always,
and ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate (x2)
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

[Bizzy]
Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas?
Fuck y'all, with a gang of bodyguards
My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas
Steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers maintain
Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin'
My gang, you know me. Homies got mo' love
And I'm blessed, when I'm outta my sentence
Pump my fist to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders
Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up
Now, buck 'em all to Hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that the bulletholes was too much, no luck
Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out
The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up
Hoooold uuuup, and waaaait a minute
It's time for Bone Thugs, 'cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga

[Chorus]
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

[Krayzie]
What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original?
What's worse, tellin' people you made the style we put down three fuckin'
years ago
And that's just like a nigga wanna take all the credit
I bet it didn't even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, kid
Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy
And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that
but a y'all fin to get stomped, let 'em loose
And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh
Uh-huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way -
fully automatic when we let 'em lay
"Aw shit! Get down, Leatherface."
Fuck 'em all, if I can't get my respect
Come on, now, put them to rest
What a bloody, bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress
I figured this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me
It's all in your mind, but in time, you'll find we as real as we speak

[Chorus]
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

[Layzie]
All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most
I toast to them thugs
Nigga, nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the table
And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud
Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you craft these Bones we can get it on
And I'm referrin' to all of y'all bitches
Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that
Rollin' with the E since ninety-three, shuttin'
shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that?
I know y'all niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes
But we chosen - God done blessed us with His potion
pure devotion, freely spoken, baby
Niggas can't see us never, stay together, my click too clever
Ridin' through the days of the stormy weather
Remember: eternal, it means for everlastin'
#1 Assassin blastin', bashin' on all you niggas's what I'm doin'
All of the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come
We won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong

[Chorus]
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

[Wish]
I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go
True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga, put 'em in a river
We the killas, and that's for sure
Niggas out there clownin' mine, you can't rhyme, the style you got is all mine
And when I see you, bitch, I'm goin' in your pockets double-time
And it's like that, you don't want that
Come and get some pap, pap. Wanna sound like?
Wanna be like? Nigga, we can't have that
Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? Platinum raps
Nigga bet that bitin' shit ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin'
outta nothin'
Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down
Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 mag, I'm glad
'cause when you're fuckin' with Bone, we sendin' 'em home in a bodybag
Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug puttin' it down with
harmony, harmony

[Chorus]
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

Chorus:
I say the war shouldn't stop
until these playa-hatin niggaz body rott (body rott, body rott)
nigga the war shouldn't stop
until these mothafuckin cops body rott (body rott, body rott)
(x2)

Krayzie Bone:
we paper chasers smoke blunts
youll never find a thuggish bunch of niggaz like us
dont be so quick to test us
I be laodin my bust
im a have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija
so I can see if maybe he can tell me
why ya hatin on me bitin on me
why ya want me to show a nigga LeatherFace in me
dont fuck around nigga he's a real buck em down nigga
motherfuck rappin how bout fuckin with me now nigga
nigga get ya checks from ya broads get high
then ya broads sneak ya keys from niggas and ride
everynody wanna party even the niggaz with problem
hey nigga we'll solve em cuz bitch we'll squash em
you dont know me fuck you when you got beef
but you also got no clothes no style and no motif
see me rappin on yo tv actin
and its a fact that when you see us in person
think we gon flex so show you no action
down for mine, got to show a nigga time 2 time
so I figga I slow down the rhyme
so they can understant Im filled with so much anger and pain
that if Im drop then ill exlpode like a fuckin grenade
nigga, fuck calm time to ring the alarm
breakin niggaz out of prison killin all the gaurds
power to the people givin people the power
to put it down in yo city
and fuck dem hill billies
nigga I cant stand no motherfuckin po-po
win when we start killin these bitches and takin no more
yea, mothug the only click that I claim
although we all be on tha bangin
you can say I roll wit tha game
and this is chin checkers in tha making
so nigga continue with the rotation

Chorus:
I say the war shouldn't stop
until these playa-hatin niggaz body rott (body rott, body rott)
nigga the war shouldn't stop
until these mothafuckin cops body rott (body rott, body rott)

Bizzy Bone:
i heard a murder i heard a murder i heard
yea nigga we havin another murder
look what they did to Tyrone
flipin the flow now let it burn
without they pistols the police aint strong
feel tha BONE
bitch you,fuckin with all tha black dat peeps
in the 1999 when we meet up in egypt
by there be no peace
from release the beast
hit em with tha streets
and getta all my peeps
get it if it leaps
we dont take defeat
bitch never retreat
nigga loose your arms betta use your feat
pick up my cannon and get get yea
get up of tha rock
were corrupt as a 40 dollar fuck
come and get fucked up
and get out tha county niggaz
you roudy talkin about
dissapear pear in a alley
reapear pear off in Cali
if ya fell me daddy early
I was taught like a man man
and we do in cleveland
with tha breg
now look at me platnum fuck da rap
we caught a bitch made hation
nation now a dayz on oc-u-pation
so why you hate me still cant fade me
go on be gone
and if point of view was made with the song
im ready to go pop pop pop pop pop

Chorus:
I say the war shouldn't stop
until these playa-hatin niggaz body rott (body rott, body rott)
nigga the war shouldn't stop
until these mothafuckin cops body rott (body rott, body rott)

Layzie Bone:
how do you see me when you see me
drinkin on hennessey and reamy
look at my eyes my shit is dreamy
begin to scotty wont you beat me up
a bunch of gauge eruptions swolled your whole infantry
yall betta expect annihilation fuckin around with the SCT's
betta be soldiers organized for the love of justice
armacy, for harmony and nigga in thugs we trust
so nigga I bust so back up off me givin em mercy
shit is crittical, killin you individual with a Ouija type ritual
I diggin a ditch for all you po-po who thought that you could come and raid
there aint no way to be safe nigga its the army briggade
so listen up and hearwhats spoken as I start this locomotion
retaliate because we chosen all we show is pure devotion

Chorus:
I say the war shouldn't stop
until these playa-hatin niggaz body rott (body rott, body rott)
nigga the war shouldn't stop
until these mothafuckin cops body rott (body rott, body rott)

Wish Bone:
now when ya fuckin with me
make sure you know what cha doin
got niggaz dat knowin rollin wit me
infared to yo head dont beg you dead
we fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure Im free
so when you need me I can buck another day
its a BONE thing betta run run
cuz when ya fuckin with you gonn die die
dont be suprised BONE want your presidents
wanna run it all run all of it all of it
fuckin done, fuckin done
nigga this superstear
dont pull no gun if you aint no spirit
click clack back be the sound
these buckers and haters is wrong
uh, we buckin em down
trust in me, I harmony I free p's
eternally bless my soul lord
and everybody that rides with me
its from me to you, its from me to you(me to you)
cuz its my point of view
its just a point of view(point of view point of view)
yea, and thats why I stay high
so high so high
like ladidada ladidada
so high so high

Chorus:
I say the war shouldn't stop
until these playa-hatin niggaz body rott (body rott, body rott)
nigga the war shouldn't stop
until these mothafuckin cops body rott (body rott, body rott)
(x2)

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

Flesh:

Oh well, if you snooze, you lose. Ya stop prayin' to who?, and fetch ya,
shoot it and catch your shit, back, stay packin' a gat in your lap always. If
you pray, roll strap, now how about that? And stack, went to go tappin',
nigga pap him, fuckin' with one of my own. No, no, wrong, and he facin'
my chrome. Left, devil say they wrong, double nine execution, we mo' murder, stupid
tricky bitch, that outstands, we don't play when the game and beam a red line. Hey Little
Lay ran to the stash, don't push the master. Gotta problem? Then handle it the
easiest way we can with a blessing and a masterplan. Niggas
thuggin' off in the Land, and still the band. Can't fuck with these
Cleveland Clair playas. (So the phonies), you better beware 'cause the
Bone and Mo Thug on this mission. Listen better pray if you did cross us
on the way, hoes.

Krayzie:

Oh, oh, oh, I just wanna separate from the precious baby, or maybe, I was
meant to live my life brought up in this world of games. In God's name, I
pray. The devil--he be breakin' me down. I could feel him 'cause he
pullin' me, now. I've been blessed with an incredible style. When this
mission is to try to separate us, wanna break us all down. Now, ain't that
foul, so I ask the Lord to help me. Lord, why does this life of overwhelm
me when we livin' in Hell? But we cherish everyday like we in heaven,
oh well, but time will tell, so we listen for the ringin' of the bell, the bell,
the bell, but it be hard to maintain and stay peaceful. If you the lover to
the devil then the devil will beat you, defeat you, deceive you, evil. He
will never leave you alone. I've been lookin' for a better day, but they
don't never seem to wanna come my way, my way. Eh, I'm havin' hell of
times, tryin' to make it, 'cause my people steady stressin' my mind. So I
stay high, so I'm really sinnin', on the top they see me. Whether you're
with me, it's deadly in the venom. If it get up in your head, it could really
send you on the deadly mission. Keep your distance from the flames,
maybe you can survive forever everyday.

Layzie:

Hell yeah, got me flippin' in the Northcoast. Remember me: the crook
that wrote the book. I'm off the hook. So ya'll niggas better take another
look, 'cause if you playa hate the Bone, then your life'll get took, so
quick. Never bringing you no bullshit, man. Face to face, it's an
assassin game. Bringin' you heat, ya'll niggas' bringin' the slang, but if
you wanna bring the pain then you gotta maintain. Comin' in on another
level. I'm a put you on deck up at the top of the pile. Fake niggas wanna
claim our style, but I'm a break 'em on down, but you gotta come
unique. It's the thuggish ruggish sound that you lookin' for, searchin' for,
everybody boy wanna be like Bone and stay high. Little kids no longer
wanna be like Mike, that's right. They tryin' to be like Bone and keep
thuggin' for life. Gettin' ready for the end all, wit my nigga, Ken Dawg,
Hustlas, Shiftas, and Tre, II Tru, AJay--same muthafuckas from around
my way.
with Krayzie:
This how we play, play. Everyday it's the same ol' same around my way,
around my way. We'll be thuggin' out 'round my way. This how we play,
play. Everyday is the same ol' same around my way, around my way,
around my way. Come around my way, my way, my way.

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

Bizzy:

Little nigga wanna come, get up in my way, hey. Know the brain is your
strength to strain to gain your fame, fame, fame, fame. What about those
hoes? Oh, no. Little Eazy was sure to teach Bone. And if he's wrong,
well, he's gone, but my children--they keep me strong. My dear Lord, I
miss my peoples, and it just seems so evil, and that I can't kiss my kids
goodnight, put 'em to bed, tuck 'em tight, and catch 'em sleepin'. That's
all right, that's all right. I'll get mine, hey, I'll get mine. It'll take time,
but I'm a grind. Weed and wine--I'll be just fine. Cuffed up, and blow you.
And Mama B was, what? In the back of the paddy, jumpin' out caddies
cuttin' through alleys in Cleveland, Cali like daddy. Like daddy and duke.
Mo blow fo 2-double-0-yeah double-0 zero. You really wnat to get your camels.
Everybody was in your group-o, group-o.

Wish:

You niggas can't fuck with these Clair players on top of pile, and we
rollin'. Stand back, haters, gonna be here for a while. Can't you hear the
crowd screamin' real loud? And that's for Bone, thugs. Thanks the Lord
my sister's got Bone to look up to and feel proud, and on top of all of
that, hey, mommy's out the ghetto now. I thank the Lord, and these Bone
thugs-n-harmony for everything it brings to me, yeah. I thank the Lord
and these Bone thugs-n-harmony for everything it brings to me. Better
believe that we're doomed, doomed. Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, kill 'em, kill
'em, nigga ain't gon' stop none of these millions. Been a long hard way.
Been a long, long, long hard way. I'm glad I got mine. Gonna floss a
little bit, watch them niggas watchin' me, that's tryin' to take mine, but I
got somethin' for 'em, watchin' niggas runnin' up, gonna meet his time,
die, bye. Nigga don't bite or playa hate. We got much love in Mo Thug.
It's all about Mo Thug.

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

Maje$ty:

Ridin' with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.

Bizzy:

I'm ready for war.

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, yeah.

Bizzy:

I'm ready for war.

Maje$ty:

Ridin' with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.

Bizzy:

I'm a relent and infuriated that you hated 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, and my dad told me he was (?), dropped to the
floor, (...?...) woman, wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin'
around, and blastin', better buck 'em, fuck 'em, then came back, them
fools didn't like that I was 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 were vicinity, now told me) bitch clonin' little
Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no
subliminal. Hey, when a regime in fatigues be ready to bleed even when
they sleep, then catch me, cops. He must have seen. Then, gonna catch
your ass next weekend.

Bizzy:

I'm ready for war.

Maje$ty:

Ridin' with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.

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 outta this, live of 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 gone, 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, we'll have to show.

Bizzy:

When the ghetto need me, I'll be waited 'til the scripture pinch ya, little
Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Henessey, (...?...)
zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with 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 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--buck, pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me. But
I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs.
All 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 there 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. I'll attest for the murder. Real shit--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 confrontations, still blasted, 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 haters run up.

Krayzie:

Ain't nothin' changed everyday. Ain't nothin' changed.
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang.
Mo Thugs is all you claim, stay thug up in this game and remain the
same.
So follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear
pistols poppin', buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come up, a come
up, a come up.
Everybody get up, get down.
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the grip. Gotta
have another bill, y'all. Dog, I need all my change. Soon as creep up, I'm
pullin' my people up outta the bullshit. That's why we choose this
thugsta music. You just move it. Don't abuse it, do it oh so lovely.
Gotta get, gotta get, get money [mo' money]. Thuggin' forever we
keepin' it real, and I'm ready to show when they let niggas roll with Mo
Thug. Hit the shit, then we roll with murder, we told ya. Rollin', blowin'
indo, we go, niggas doubted we are trues, yeah. Ready to bust on
anything. Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. Nobody move, won't nobody get
hurt.
Break it down.
Killa, Me killa, killa . . .

Layzie:

I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin, before it's
my time. I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime. Everyday it's
the same, and I gotta mine to the grind. My mental be stressed on my
pistol, my only untensil for cheddar. It's on the level--war. Whatever my
mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure. Would ya like to come
parlay with Lay all through my hood? Sit back, everything gon' be all
good. Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain. It's all
the same. It's all the same. Smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no
pain, no gain. You straight up hangin', and that's shame. How long we'll
reign. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang, ain't nothin' to do to get
outta this game [outta this game]. Run, we came with consistency,
instantly and guard them greens of the earth. We're resistance, baby,
baby, tell me what do you wanna do? Tell me, what do you wanna do?
You can ride and smoke with me, or I can ride and smoke with you. It's
all cool. It's all cool. It's all cool. Act a fool. Act a fool. It's all cool.
It's all cool.

Bizzy:

Ready when I got my pistol, and got to flip, and when in my hood,
should be animal and gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast,
oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O., and away you go,
and I got (...?...) mo, little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble (...?...) and
even scuffle, and I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch,
and bust you, hear my nationwide "fuck you, fuck you." I got people that
you trust, who needs some greens, and really don't love you. Never
familiar, send 'em all in the city out to (?), an everyday thang and I bang
your brains, nigga.

Krayzie:

Ain't nothin' changed everyday. Ain't nothin' changed.

Wish:

It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang, thang.

It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang, it's an everyday buck, buck,
buck, bang.
Calm me down. It ain't gon' change. We won't change. Bone
thugs-n-harmony, we keeps it realer. Tell me, can you feel us, feel us,
feel us? Tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas? Even though we
still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware, 'cause we got mines, we
got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time. Anytime you got yours,
you got yours, I got mine, I got mine. Fuck with mine, fuck with mine.
East 99 is the street, keep it on the low when they creep, or Bone got
heat, Bone got heat, hurt them who tried to hurt me. B-O-N-E, 'cause
I'm rollin with ya, 'cause I'm rollin' with ya, 'cause I'm rollin' with ya. It's
an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang. It's an
everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang.

Krayzie:

Ain't nothin' changed everyday. Ain't nothin' changed.

Krayzie:

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?
Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm
quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga
pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise
in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly
for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the
niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg
pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.
'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya
flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,
dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he
passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been
there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard
nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you
want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let
loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to
get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my
business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my
(back/bank).

Layzie:

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,
gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.
When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all
intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit
plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double
glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them
Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate
me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't
blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm
thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You
can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.
Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,
stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be
dead.

Bizzy:

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind,
mind], nigga.
And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after
tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so
soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for
my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off
with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it
goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)
what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was
screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my
lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not
with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I
face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their
bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas
kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in
the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had
to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go
crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,
roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the
bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a
pop up away, and child confused before me).

Wish:

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your
mind.
Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?
Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,
mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what
you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know
Bone ain't no hoes [no, no]. You haters make me feel like, "You wanna
feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they
don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and
this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time
to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.
I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If
you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.

Krayzie:

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.

Krayzie Bone and the Bone, with my mighty, mighty warriors, with my
mighty, mighty warriors.
This is all real, what you see [see]. I said it's all real. It's just the thug in
me.

Nigga, just because Krayzie quiet, speak less, don't be mistakin' my
kindness for weakness. Humble but ready to rumble. My violent side, I
can't deny, I'm like a Jekyll and Hyde, gemini, look if you see me quiet
then I'm plottin' to riot. Why? Tell me, why in they eyes, I'm labeled a
menace, but I like it? Destroy ya. Paranoia will make me blow you
away, but hey. Nigga got too close to me, and that ain't how it's
supposed to be. Nigga want respect, but what do you show me? Playa
hatin', anticipate the day that you can see me fall. Better act like you
know. I'm rollin' with Mo, posse up. Do damage and manage to wiggle
our way out of handcuffs as we strut as thugs we must, doin' our best to
obey God. Violent in this times. Got to do what ya got to do--war 'til
99. Slim nigga, better get up and come and get it if it's really comin'.
Now I get it, I'm a flaunt it. Niggas sayin' Krayzie say ya soft. Come and
get it if ya really want it, yeah [yeah, yeah, yeah]. This hatin', baby, that
gots me so cold. Ya gotta be heartless in certain situations, like
retaliation.

It's all real, what you see. [Truly real.] I said it's all real. It's just the
thug in me.
Niggas be keepin' it all real. We keepin' it all real. With the real, if it's
real, if it's real, then stay real and be real.
We come with nothin' but the real thang, baby.
Krayzie got nothin' but the real thang, baby [the real thang, bang].

Baby, now this is the sound me and my trues, we put this down, way
down. So, now when ya hear me releasin' some shells. Hit the ground
with the quckness, lay, better stay down. On the darkside, take a look and
you'll find true niggas like no other kind. Niggas say fuck the wine, indo
inside, swisha sweet, get me high.

Ain't nothin', get to nothin', somethin' got to be real, real, somethin' got
to be real.

I still be thuggin' in the khakis, boots, and skullies,
and since I'm a weed fiend for the green, nigga, gotta make that money,
man.

It's real always.

Last night, I P.O.D'd, next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I'm fell in this
fucked-up state of mind. Slipped in a dream, and I see demons screamin',
tellin' me it's time to die. Why me? I see some niggas--they comin' to
get me. They creepin' outside of my window. I'm ready to bang, bang,
bang. Aim the 12 gauge pump. When I let go, give it up for the bloody
murda mo', bloody murda mo', mo', mo'. See the nigga when they come
through the window, had to put a bigger hole in his soul. If he getaway,
runnin' out me backdoor, with a me sawed-off swangin'. Get ready to
duck now, to the guts, buck, pap, pap, pow.
Claim my thang to slain them bloody bodies [murda mo', murda mo',
murda mo', murda mo', murda mo', murda mo'], kill 'em all, send them
hoes up in flames, Krayzie insane to the brain. Now I know why I done
did some dirt in my time, 'cause the devil was stressin' my mind, messin'
with my mind. Figure Bone's don't know if (...?...) the real as it everyday,
I can do it if I only pray, maintain, 'cause a nigga was lustin' for money.
Got to get because a nigga was strugglin'. I hit 'em with the Mossberg.
Y'all heard about Mr. Sawed-Off Leather Face, 'til they lay, round after
round after round, they'll fall down, down. May they lay. May they lay
from the eruption, man. We puttin' 'em 6 feet deep, we buck quick, man.

It's all real, what you see. [Truly real.] I said it's all real. It's just the
thug in me.

Krayzie:

Yeah, I'm just tryin' to prepare myself, ya know what I'm sayin', for the
wars to come.
Straight warrior, what ya gon' do when we come for you? Ya know what
I'm sayin', y'all feel me?
Times, hardtimes, Lord, my hardtimes, ya know it got me feelin' (?) and
stop smokin' and drinkin' too much, and yeah, it slowly erase my
sunshine.
Can He see that we are in need to be free, free?
And, yes, we would be blessed, if we could rest in Heaven. And wouldn't
you be blessed, if you could rest in Heaven?
Now I can vouch with God as my witness that this wickedness will not
remain. You gotta make up your mind. You wanna be saved? Make up
your mind, or you wanna die? You wanna die? Oh, yes, we're thugs but
more than thugs--got soldiers, wasteland warriors on a mission for God,
so pardon ya, pardon ya, pardon ya.
So much hurt and pain, bloody murders me. So much hurt and pain,
bloody murders me.
It makes me erase my sunshine.
If I pray for you, [for you] pray for me. I said if I pray for you, [for you]
pray for me.
It makes me erase my sunshine.

Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, its all about . . .

Krayzie:

Much love, much love, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,
so follow me if you wanna feel the thug love. Eternal thugs.
Much love, much love, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,
come follow me if you wanna feel the thug love. Eternal thugs.
Much love, much love, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,
so follow me if you wanna feel the thug love. Eternal thugs.
Much love, much love, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug,
come follow me if you wanna feel the thug.

Layzie:

You know we're so thuggish ruggish, and yo, we're good humble people
on the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful.
We're so thuggish ruggish, and yo, we're good humble people on the
grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful [peaceful].

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

2Pac:

Nigga, we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A., nigga, whatever you
niggas want. We bringin' it! Thug luv, nigga. Bitch! What time is it?
Yo, I don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga, it's time to slay these
bitch-made niggas.
[Bizzy: Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run with
us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.]
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. Where my thugs at?
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it is, nigga. Here it is. What you gonna do with it?

Bizzy:

Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won't fly by
that lesson, you taught me to pull out my Wesson, you brought me, and
I'm not stressin' it softly. Get 'em up off me, 'cause all we wanted was
harmony, been bombin' 'em, yell up outta my ghetto, I won't settle, get on
my level. They can't stop me and pop me. Nigga, they got me? Fuck
no. Little Pac gets schizophrenic, let's manage to damage all y'all.
Often, I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it,
'cause they're cornered and I'm wanted and no joke.
I'm gonna say that we came to shut 'em all down. So
quick to test, bullet, yes, I say war, roll, flow when I get the gun for the
murda mo' horror, for what they did it all, pause for the cause, and I fin
to pull a nine or pistol, a little nigga with mine. Fuck them niggas, it's
on. All y'all fall. Bizzy gettin' bitches to test me, bless the floor, and any
attempt to arrest me, stress me. Lord, lookin' at death, with the last of
my breath. Follow, follow my kids, so they don't sin in my steps. Yet
the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets, deep in the (leaves), I'm
alone, nigga believe that I can see it, if needed, and if you really want me
in, well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin' up over Cleveland
[Cleveland].
Bizzy mumble:he's alive,he's alive,he's alive

2Pac:

Ha, ha! What's poppin', nigga? Put your muthafuckin' hands on your
strap, nigga. Thug luv, nigga. Yeah, we can do this like gangstas and
slug it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. Pull your strap on me,
nigga, you better kill me. Thug luv, nigga. Thug lfe, baby. Thug luv.

I probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts thugs is convicts
in God's prison, hands on the strap. Prayin', so Father please forgive me.
Police be rushin' when they see me, I flaunt it Americas Most Wanted
live on T.V. Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name.
We all gon' die. We bleed through similar veins. Yous explain to me
now. Don't panic when my guns burst. Heard the last jam, nigga? This
one's worse. My nigga, Bone held the chrome 'til I came home. Thug
luv playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. I caught a plane out to
Cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas clean up; some niggas no
longer breathin'. Now, who do you believe in? Hit the weed and grieve.
It's a cold ass world, niggas. Kill you in your sleep, watch me until they
stop me, bury, murder me or drop me. I got thug luv for my nationwide
posse, feel me.

Layzie:

Little thug from the Land, nigga never ran. Muthafuckas out to get me.
They don't understand it's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas down
to put it some work and do some dirt, fuckin' around with the band Bone
thugs-n-harmony, follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma.
Everything I do, it seem to cause drama. Ready for the war like a knight
in my armor, bomb ya. So quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat
dust. For the love of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. Hit 'em up with the
buck 12 gauge eruptions. It's the art of war. Puttin' niggas on the floor
when I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nothin' but terror, causin'
much pain to the nigga that dared us, tried to put a twist in this thugsta
era. Paired up with a nigga like Pac, and a nigga like me, gotta stay high.
Thug luv 'till I die, keep my prayer to the sky, but I'm still in the hood,
smoke and fry, so I beg the Lord save us all escapers of misery, bless my
niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the century, yeah.

Krayzie:

Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down with the dirt,
and we don't fuck around. Buck a couple a rounds, and if your passin'
through, then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in the crossfire,
nigga. Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this, I'm
straight devil, not a punk and pretend. I reload, buck a little mo'. Flee
the scene 'fore the po-po even know. "So, who ya lookin' for?" They
don't know. A mothafucka with a leather face. Hey, man, she said I ran
this way, said I ran that a way. Ya'll hoes'll never know because I got
away, yeah yeah. A criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level.
Sometimes I get high, and analyze your crime. Correctly organized and
with results, you'll be surprised.

Wish:

Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride. Playa hatin' niggas, you
gotsta die, it's only right. It's over with, Bone, better leave it alone, Mo
Thug come crack they fuckin' domes. Still in the hood, where the thugs
play, fuckin' with nothin' but thugs, man, ain't takin' no shorts, or no
losses. We crackin' them domes around my way. Give it to 'em on
another level, nigga, get a shovel, you can dig a hole. Bitches is dead.
Infrared to your head. You can beg, you go fled, but still gon' bleed
bloody red. Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight, 'cause we
out ridin', lookin' for you [for you]. Better run for cover, nigga, duck.
We about to bust. Strate got the infrared, put it on his forehead. Makes a
move, send [flowers] straight to his home. Put a card in the muthafucka,
send it to his mama. Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong. Gone,
now we long gone, long, gone.

Bizzy:

Pac Pac run with us, run with us, run with us. Pac Pac run with us. Pac
and Rip with thug luv.

Krayzie:

Playa, playa, playa, hate me, hate me.
playa, playa, playa, fuck it, we don't care.
playa hater [hater, hater], we know very well,
playa hater [hater, hater] who you are [are].
playa hater [hater, hater], don't let 'em smoke your weed,
playa hater [hater, hater], or ride in your car [you car].

Krayzie:

Don't let that murda murda get ya, man. Don't let that murda murda get
ya, baby. Don't let that murda, murda get you, man, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Playa hation has begun to rise, and it's contagious, baby, better not let it
get you man, hater hater hater, haters hate and it's on, it's on, and if I had
a wish I would teach the world to be a thug in harmony, perfect
harmony. Gather, souls, get up, get up, and let us move on [move on].
Maybe some could follow if their hearts were not so cold to us. Bone
come and venture through the family scripture, flip through every page
and you'll find true niggas like no other kind [kind], and I'm sick of
muthafuckas tryin' to see the thuggish ruggish, so I went and bought a
black Mossberg pump, pump for you. Tell me, what do you see? Slim
nigga in a mask. I'm mad and fin to blast, dash. Do you know what it
means to just leave us, leave us, leave us alone? You know we picture
endin' them phony ways, pretender. You know we picture endin' them
phony ways, pretender.

Layzie:

Nigga, won't be fuckin' with no haters in the nine-seven. All the way to
heaven, that's my mission, settin' up, ready for the war, in position, when
the shit jump, niggas won't be slippin'. Nigga fallin' victim. Really,
what's happenin'? I'm a victim just 'cause I'm rappin', stackin' my cheese
and I'm always packin'. Niggas with nothin' to lose be cappin', and I
really don't blame you, muthafuckas. It's true, what goes around comes
around. Since I did what I did in the past, got a pipe and the stash, and
I'm ready to throw down, low down, dirty muthafuckin' shame, in a
world so cruel. It's niggas like you, who just be disrespectin' the game.
Before I had a little money, niggas was hatin' me just for nothin', breakin'
my gear and thinkin' it's funny, get around bitches, and niggas be frontin',
but I'm just hustlin', strugglin', jugglin' with a lot of frustrations, livin' in
this nation of playa hation with a fucked-up situation I'm facin'.

Krayzie:

Playa hater [hater, hater], we know very well,
playa hater [hater, hater] who you are [are].
playa hater [hater, hater], don't let 'em smoke your weed,
playa hater [hater, hater], or ride in your car [you car].

Wish:

Haters dry your eyes, eyes, eyes, and hold on, hold on, 'cause we're
ballin', ballin', ballin', y'all. We gon' keep it goin' strong, oh, oh. We
really thuggish ruggish, you can love us, you can hate us. We can deal
with you, but if ya niggas come around playa hatin', sayin' hey man, them
the worse ones--you know like, take a bitch on you on the low, spend
somethin' that you'll call all the time, but that nigga always talkin' about
he could have did somethin' better than you, already done did it, just
hatin', you know, and I know who you be, we see all ya'll. Playa haters,
fuck ya'll. Playa haters, fuck ya'll. Don't you hate on me. Don't you hate
on me. I'll put the beam on y'all muthafuckas. I said I'll put the beam on
y'all muthafuckas.
Don't you hate on me . . .
If you spend more time concentrating on your own shit than playa hatin'
mine, you might make something, muthafuckas. Hate on, hate on, hate
on, hate on, hate on, hate on

Krayzie:

Playa, playa, playa, hate me, hate me,
playa, playa, playa, fuck it, we don't care.

Bizzy:

Nigga, there's far more pictures of the scriptures, missed 'em 'cause
they're despicable, but, bitch you're makin' millions off my physical
residual. Tradtional, but mystical, where were you at when pistols
blow? And what about welfare and health care? Well, I guess that
missed you, ho. And I guess you (...?...), and if there be broke-asses
knowin' for the moment, noticed you 'fraid, 'cause (...?...).

Krayzie:

Playa hater [hater, hater], we know very well,
playa hater [hater, hater] who you are [are].
playa hater [hater, hater], don't let 'em smoke your weed,
playa hater [hater, hater], or ride in your car [you car].
Playa hater [hater, hater], playa hater [hater, hater].

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
1st Of Tha Month By: Mesu Morrisette
E. 1999 Eternal

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

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

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

Bizzy:
Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed. She said,
"I'm gonna run and go get my stamps. Watch and make sure no one
snatches my check." Nigga, that's the mailman. Sort through the
mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine to
get me a dub for forty duckets. But ain't no bucket, ride that RiTA,
hop on the ten to the Clair, ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and
I cash that dub. Man, I gotta get there. Playa-playa, holla, holla,
St.Clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or off on the
Glock-glock for some dollars, so get a bag of dope and a quarter
roll, oh. Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all
up to smoke it. Hittin' that reefer, hydro. Been known to cut, so fuck
them po-po. Toss all that llello, then roll with the chrome to say mo.
Runnin' through the alley, (and in to my way), hop on the second to
sundown. Nose run from January on down to December, I'm lovin'
the first of the month.

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

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

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

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

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

Krayzie:

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.

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.

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 #l
Assassin.

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.

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.

Krayzie:

One-eighty-seven is a lesson for them niggas that want to test. Bring
more than one, 'cause me shotgun'll be buckin' your chest. Wanna be Mo
Thug? Thugsta mentality runs through the Bone. Pop, pop to the dome
fall short to the chrome, gift wrap that bitch ass on. Much love for the
green leaves, but me trues have to ease me down. Puff, puff, head rush,
poppin' in me clip, and I got plenty rounds. Me no pretender, no studio
thugsta. Bone'll get with ya [with ya], and if me miss ya, Strate, Number
1, and the Ripsta swing, watch 'em hit ya, [hit ya], so we can swang, [we
can swang], down for me thang [down for me thang], feel the blow to the
brain. Thought you could hang, when I swang them thangs, that's insane.
Stay low, stay low, so them po-pos--they no me no surrender. Them
niggas on the street--they remember Bone is being no pretender, standin'
up on the block, 9 millimeter cocked in me hand, and me got me niggas
lookin' after me back, and them watch, [let them rott] holdin' watch.
You know it's nothin' but the neighborhood thang. It's mandatory for me
neighborhood slang.

[Thunder.]

Bizzy:

I'm sendin' a message to warn you imposters, all hatin' in my business,
when I see you I'm a drop you. Get slugged and get drugged, my niggas'll
hustle to pay the judge. Got you, when I spot I should pop you, even the
boss was tellin' me not to, but I won't stop until they get shot, when they
get out the hospital, I bet they shot, too. (Your last won't greet him) and
they got better walkin' and we even, when I leave and flees to Cleveland,
now, murder 'em and rest in peace and good-bye, we're shuttin' it down,
and yo, we're proud of niggas from (?) that's playin' our sound, we found
your town, now is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go. Any and all
niggas'll fall off in they sleep, and even the foes, and order them hoes
gonna be flee, bitch, fuck with me and it's either my little aliens, yeah, we
come to your city and really put it on down with the pistol can you feel
me, feel me?

Layzie:

They be 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 thinkin', "What's the
consequence?" Now I'm 'bout to get real deadly, ready for the war, when
we just start bombin' start. Tryin' 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. Scatter, run for the
border. Your career is gettin' shorter. Nigga, better hide 'cause I already
warned ya: Mo Thug Records' takin' 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, niggas is goin' down by the means infantry, instantly
fin to be World War 3 if you fuckin' 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 goin' platinum everytime. I'm ready
to ride. You ready to ride? It's do or die, then, nigga I die. I jumped 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 rappin' on your song, just remember: no pretender,
bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!

Krayzie:

I hope you [you . . . ] realize that you ain't Bone. You ain't Bone.
Why don't you [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 chargin'.
Clones pay.
Come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're
chargin'. Clones pay.

Bizzy:

Straight from the corner and I'm a thug. All my diamonds, I bet you
wanted to stop my shinin'. Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign, see
blinded. Run, but they findin' me in mine (?) and critical with a pistol,
with pistols, feel the verbal'll serve you, heard my words are satanic and
wishful, then see you all get pissed off, my generals need no (hearse), we
need a (?) fifteen, twenty glocks with beams and TNT. Nigga, roll with
me. Burial, fuck the world when I deal, hope I repent, 'cause if the world
(?), 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. Bring '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.

Layzie:

These niggas wanna erase me, 'cause they can't face me. Crash collide
with the niggas that hate me, fuckin' with the real, y'all see how the fake
be, duckin' the cut, tryin' to look for safety. Make me reach for my
pistol, and pop it. Niggas gon' pay on the day that I spot him. Toss him
in the trunk of the Caddy all the way to the rodeo, killin' 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'm a get that
shit, if I don't get nothin' else. To the end, I'm steady flippin', fuckin' 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
grindin', steadily climbin' to the top of the charts, where you wanna be.
Off in my prime and all about timin' as I look at my shit and 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. Shoulda kept it real and quit frontin', nigga, go
round-for-round with the best. Nigga, step up and meet your death,
fuckin' 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 [Bone, Bone, Bone.]

Krayzie:

I hope you [you . . . ] realize that you ain't Bone. You ain't Bone.
Why don't you [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 chargin'.
Clones pay.
Come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're
chargin'. Clones pay.

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

Get 'cha thug on.
[Get ya . . .]

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

Wish/Tre:

Get 'cha thug on.
[Get ya . . .]

It's so amazing [amazing]. I can thug forever and ever. You can't really
blame me, baby. It's just the thugsta in me [in me]. Now, that's not all
we do, 'cause thugstas still, true, we like to ride around floss a little bit,
smoke a little bit, drink a little bit. Nigga, don't you? Now, we got to
make these millions. We got to look out for these Bone thug children.
Rest in peace, Babi Boi. Amen. Damn, shit everyone breakin' with this
money, man [money, man], but Jesus gave life on the cross so we could
maintain [maintain]. Hear a voice keep tellin' me that it's gon' be alright,
just keep your style, and pray at night.

Wish/Tre:

Get 'cha thug on.
[Get ya . . .]

Thugstas, it's time for warfare, yeah, yeah. Can ya hear me now?
Thugstas, and it ain't gon' change, so we better prepare [prepare]. If it
comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray any day. If it comes my way, I'm a
prepare to spray, let 'em lay. Shots might be fired, 'cause everybody got
guns, but ain't nobody runnin', Bone, 'cause Bone niggas don't run. We
marchin' heat. Indeed you bleed, but don't nobody fuck with Bone.
Please, and you can get ya thug on, thug on. Said you can get ya thug on,
thug on. And you can get ya thug on, thug on. Said you can get ya thug
on.

Wish/Tre:

Get 'cha thug on.
[Get ya . . .]

Tre:

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

Tre:

Thugstas rule the world. Thugs. Thugstas rule the world. Thugs.
Thugstas rule the world. Thugs. Thugstas rule the world. Thugstas . . .

Wish/Tre:

Get 'cha thug on.
[Get ya . . .]

Krayzie/Flesh:

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

Krayzie:

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

Krayzie/Flesh:

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

Flesh:

Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em, coffin
off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple
done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin', get real
high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again, here to
pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and
it's still this strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see
what's happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us,
smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife,
if you pull a (?) off to the fiends, then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for
the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the
stick up, yeah. We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and
hope for respect, 'cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the
midst of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife
to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug, and they thought that I bruise
easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em). Most of what goes
around, comes around. Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes
really wanna test us. To the chest, Flesh buck buckin' this guess with a
gun, a change and a whole new muthafuckin' attitude.

Krayzie/Flesh:

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

Layzie:

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

Wish:

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

Krayzie/Flesh:

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

Krayzie:

So high . . .
I'm so high.
If reefer really makes you happy, nigga blaze it, hell yeah, hell yeah.
Stay smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and we love it.
[We smoke and choke, we smoke and choke.]
Stay smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and we love it.
[We smoke and choke, we smoke and choke, choke, choke, choke.]
We alright, we alright, hell yeah. We feelin' alright.
So high . . .
Now, I've been fucked up since the last weed song, and P.O.D.'d the
whole night long.
I said I've been fucked up since the last weed song, and P.O.D.'d the
whole night long.
If reefer really makes you happy, nigga blaze it, hell yeah, hell yeah.
Stay smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and we love it.
[We smoke and choke, we smoke and choke.]
Stay smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and we love it, love it.
[We smoke and choke, we smoke and choke, choke, choke, choke,
choke.]
So high . . .
We alright, we alright, hell yeah, we feelin' alright, -right, -right, -right.