| Now, I’m ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don’t fuck wit' nobody
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| I’m quiet, I’m thuggin'. |
| Why are y’all so fast?
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| Ain’t time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs
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| Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes
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| as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey
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| especially foe tha police, man. |
| I’m ah nigga wit' thugshit
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| cause I’m runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that’s how we play
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| Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize
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| who you’re fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland
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| ya do whateva like he say
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| Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand
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| cause I got tha gripping good delay
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| If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass
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| and then pass wit' tha very blast
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| It ain’t innocent, you should never been there
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| in tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah
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| Willin' die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin
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| nut devotion just do what you want
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| So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose?
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| You’ll feel the vibe, nigga
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| Killin cause I’m Krayzie, nigga, cause I got to get the money
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| get the platinum fund to pay
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| But I’m ah be ah thinkin bout my niggaz
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| when I got ta do sum flippin', if ah nigga ain’t got my back
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| Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo
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| Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
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| Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though
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| Wit' ah nuttin' indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure
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| Hope ya know, I rip heartz, it’s on, jackin' move
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| then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin
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| Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tough
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| Double Glock and it’s not forgotten
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| Bitchez drop in Tha Clair
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| It’s tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit' Eazy E and we made it
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| and ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause I’m famous
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| I’d still leave 'em in tha streetz, you can’t blame us (lady luv)
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| cause when they catch me without my heat, and I’m thuggin
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| in tha streetz and I’m rollin
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| Thuggin by the deadliest G’s, you can’t fuck wit us
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| to the pressure out of pressure, I’m loadin, blow you up
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| Y’all know we don’t worship sin, it’s tha heartz of men
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| and we’d tested stress, wanna be blessed consists of tha sin
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| in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead.
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| And I promised, that all tha soulz would last
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| til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow
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| and if you’d follow, tha end of the world
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| should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know
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| I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang
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| enemiez fold ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya
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| flossin' all tha way
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| Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold
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| it goez, around up in slow-mo
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| Been tickin', and I land down to Newport
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| I’m alone, yes, but I may not rest
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| Police will see me silenced stressin
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| Nigga was steppin' up in ah, when I catched them thievin
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| and I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson
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| Blastin', no more, no I’m not havin' it
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| Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy
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| Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy
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| and I face now’s nasty blastin
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| For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence
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| Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let’s begin
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| ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave
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| Cause I’m in tha new sense of me grave
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| Couldn’t you hataz, wouldn’t be saved, hate 'em
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| Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem
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| Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy
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| and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me
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| Hit tha weed, and y’all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya
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| Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin
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| foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit' tha clich
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| an unpropable way of ah trial 'cause it’s tha funk, sing
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| (Now give it to 'em)
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| Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state
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| wit' tha Bone, B-ONE. |
| We steadily grieve on, givin' you what
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| you need man, clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em
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| let 'em know Bone in tha fukkin' war (no, no)
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| you hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44
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| But I gotta stay clean, it’s cool, then unless he freein
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| I’m mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug
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| cavalry, on tha streetz
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| Ready ta ride, when it’s time ta ride, ready ta kill
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| when it’s time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die
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| I’ve been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone
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| then come on, come on. |
| If ya really wanna ride, get down
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| but get stuff, but ya come on, come on |