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Verse 1: Bizzy Bone |
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I'm sending a message to warn you imposters |
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All hating in my business |
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When I see you I'm a drop you |
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Get slugged and get drugged |
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My *******s I'll hustle to pay the judge |
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Got you when I spot you I should pop you |
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Even the boss was telling me not to |
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But I won't stop until they get shot |
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When they get out the hospital |
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They gonna get shot, too |
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The fast one bringing that AK |
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Better walk, then we even |
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When I leave and flees to Cleveland |
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Now, murder 'em and rest in peace |
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So goodbye. We're shutting it down |
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And now we're prowling *******s from alleys |
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Cloning our sound, we found your town |
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Now is you ready for the war? |
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Cry loud and go |
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Many if all *******s 'll fall off in they sleep |
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And even oppose and order them hoes |
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Gonna flee with me? |
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*******, ******* with me then see that |
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My little aliens, yeah |
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We come to your city. Can they really |
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Put it on down with the pistol? |
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Can you feel me, feel me? |
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Verse 2: Layzie Bone |
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They beat biters, *******-style takers |
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When I see you face-to-face |
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My *******, I'm a treat you like a hater |
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You *******s ain't Bone, you clone |
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You wrong. What the *******? |
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You *******s ain't thinking |
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What's the consequence? |
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Now I'm 'bout to get |
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Real deadly. Ready for the war |
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When we just start bombing *******t |
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Trying to cop my click? |
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Hell no! Real raw. Y'all *******s thought this was a game? |
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Now it's time to make you feel the pain |
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Wanna test my everyday thang? |
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I aim straight for your temple |
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It's really that simple when I seen it splatter |
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Had I even killed one of you clones |
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Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter |
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Scattered. Run for the border |
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Your career is getting shorter |
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*******, better hide 'cause I already warned ya |
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Mo Thug Records taking over |
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I told ya. Soldier man your post |
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Better cover your coast and lock all entries |
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If one of my sounds is off in your town |
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Then it's going down by the means infantry |
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Instantly finna be World War 3 |
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If you ******* with my family jewels. You fools! |
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You *******s break golden rules |
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Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes |
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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
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Them *******s going platinum every time |
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I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride? |
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It's do or die. Then, *******, I die |
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I jump in my Five Double-O |
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If you got it, better flaunt it |
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I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks |
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And **** the Glock; it'll make you want it |
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Come get it. And while you're rapping |
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On your song, just remember no pretenders |
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*******, you hoes ain't Bone! |
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Chorus: Krayzie Bone |
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I hope you realize that you ain't Bone |
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You ain't Bone |
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Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? |
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*******, you ain't Bone |
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Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
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To let 'em know that we're charging |
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Clones pay |
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Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
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To let 'em know that we're charging |
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Clones pay |
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Verse 3: Bizzy Bone |
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Straight from the corner and I'm a thug |
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All my diamonds |
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I bet you wanted to stop my *******ning |
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Didn't we warn you, *******? |
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The sign. See? Blinded |
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Run but they finding |
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Me in my Double-big-Five-O |
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And critical with a pistol |
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With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll |
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Serve you. Heard my words |
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Are satanic and wishful |
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Then see you all get pissed off |
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My generals need no horse |
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We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks |
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With beams, and TNT |
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******* roll with me |
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Burial. ******* the world! |
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When I deal, hope I repented |
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'Cause if the world I resented |
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It just might catch me up in heaven |
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But I'm a work this earth til it hurts |
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Gotta done make the worse |
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All the way through trial |
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I'm back in the court for some dirt |
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Get 'em off soil. They wait for alarm |
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I curse that silly ass ******* said I stoled a purse |
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And at them bull*******t awards. But they told me |
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I stole beneath of my *******rt. And it makes me sick |
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Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands |
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******* with it. Put it on your Grammy |
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Even my mammy's scared to tell. And |
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Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. Scary |
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Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me |
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Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone |
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Verse 4: Layzie Bone |
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These *******s wanna erase me |
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'Cause they can't face me |
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Crash collide with the *******s that hate me |
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******* with the real, y'all see how the fake be |
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Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety |
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Make me reach for my pistol and pop it |
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*******s gonna pay on the day that I spot him |
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Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy |
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On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies |
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I'll be damned if I let a ******* breathe. Indeed |
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I grieve for the war. What's next? |
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It's all about respect, ******* ******* |
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I'ma get that *******t if I don't get nothing else |
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To the end I'm steady flipping |
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******* the world til they give Bone props |
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*******, you got knocked on blocks |
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With rocks, beat down by the cops |
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And it still don't stop. Glock Glock |
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I'm grinding, steadily climbing |
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To the top of the charts. Where you wanna be? |
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Off in my prime it's all about timing |
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As I look at my *******t make history |
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No mystery. Mistook and, ******* |
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That eight-time platinum real |
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How do you feel to the thugs appeal? |
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Make ******* wanna sound like Bone for a record deal |
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Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. ******* |
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Go round-for-round with the best |
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*******, step up and meet your death |
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******* with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh |
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Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on |
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*******, realize, or you die. You ******* ass *******s ain't Bone |
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Chorus 2x |
