| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Hold down! |
| Welcome to the showdown! |
| (showdown!)
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| I think it’s 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now.
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| Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go «Pow!»
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| Take my style, let me show you how I go wild.
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| Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan,
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| with a fully-loaded clip. |
| I’ma go up in your shit.
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| I don’t play with little kids, I spank that ass, boy you know who we is!
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| (Bone, Bone, Bone!) My homies the greatest!
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| I roll with the best, see? |
| Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from the
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| S-C-T, C-L-E? |
| We got heat!
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| Y’all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin',
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| got his hands in the cookie jar.
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| Off with his hand! |
| Fuck it, off with his head!
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| Make him stand front and center, let me see what the rookie got?
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| Bet a nigga ain’t got nothin', they bluffin'!
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| Tryin' to come up on somethin',
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| bubblin'! |
| I’ma say this really, really, really loud!
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| Y’all wanna rumble, I’ll bust them, rush them! |
| Trust him, never!
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| On a whole 'nother level. |
| If God The Creator, then y’all niggas' devils.
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| The fight won’t end 'til the war get settled.
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| And Bone gonna win 'cause them Bone niggas' rebels.
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| Playa… Yeah… Nigga!
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| They don’t wanna see me shine! |
| Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back
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| in the Bone zone! |
| But you just beginnin' with the daddy you don’t know.
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| They call me The Granddad — Granddaddy of the Bone flow!
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| Well little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured this would be the lick and
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| we’d be next to shine. |
| And we got everybody screamin' and singin' but these
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| out-of-shape suckas need exercise! |
| So I’ma get up in their mental.
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| I’ma work 'em out over the instrumental!
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| Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho!
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| Wanna see the wicked? |
| Better know what you’re in for!
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| First, the fan side could be forgiven — you didn’t know!
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| Second time, I got up in 'em like «here we go!»
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| No matter what, they sayin' we still the most realest that ever did it,
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| feel me flow! |
| And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie,
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| Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh!
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| A little taste so they can test and make 'em see how we the best and I’ll be realer than the rest don’t flex 'cause the pump gonna get 'em.
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| I’m like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest that’s so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead and give 'em all they can get!
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| Send them suckas to the lyric cemetery, or the rap hospital.
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| Never no competition!
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Come 'on, now let me take you back to The Land, you know where the heart of it all. |
| In 1993, when we was up out the scene. |
| The fellas with hell of a harmony |
| with the flow hooked up with Eazy-E and shook up the industry and y’all just in time to get another phase. |
| This certainly is somethin' that you wouldn’t wanna
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| miss! |
| The drama when it hit the fan, we got 'em trippin' off the gift,
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| and split a wig up with a pretty sick twist. |
| The Ruger like a surgeon and it’s
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| on, exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel. |
| Actually,
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| it’s too many Bone Thug clones and they all malpractice, arrested,
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| and send 'em to the gallows! |
| My trues brought a style that’s unfound and you
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| can feel it naturally. |
| But we ain’t no magicians. |
| Really ain’t no thing to make
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| a fraud disappear. |
| Steady givin' what they love to hear, make 'em listen up close. |
| Everybody know we got the dough. |
| We choppin' nothin' but missiles,
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| still the nigga who the greatest! |
| Y’all lost! |
| Can’t even afford the cost,
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| this is authentic and nothin' that’s dealin' with them world-wide bosses!
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| We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice! |
| We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for
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| more! |
| On the ThugLine with F.B.G., 7th Sign, and Mo' Thug once again we about
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| to blow! |
| We about to blow! |
| Set it off — explode! |
| Set it off — explode!
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| I’ma treat it like a race and I gotta win it! |
| Ahead of you bums with the Bone
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| flow. |
| Thug invented. |
| Haters wanna wonder why them thug niggas still gettin' in.
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| Nothin' changed the game like we did so we here, still with it.
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| Gotta tell the truth. |
| We changed things. |
| Bringin' somethin' new that’s
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| everlasting. |
| I’ma keep it real. |
| It’s next to nothin'! |
| Doin' the same thing
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| 'cause less creating. |
| Flow just borin', the spit just corny. |
| What happened to old bitin' 'self? |
| Writin' battles done face to face. |
| I miss those days.
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| These days, ghost writers, fake artists with nothin' to say. |
| I’ma give it Wish
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| due my street dues. |
| Just stay cool. |
| I know I got you when I need to pop you’ll
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| let loose. |
| And you don’t wanna see a thugsta hit with a Grey Goose.
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| Or we could buy the bar. |
| Just stay cool and we good. |
| Recognize we thug,
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| could of been all hood. |
| The flow’s all love, thugs could of been all hood.
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| Pick up on it, never fully get it — this Bone flow! |
| Smilin', hatin' but you’ll
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| see me on the low! |
| (low) In the game with the number one! |
| Straight from the
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| Cleveland slums. |
| Straight off the block, never hustle to the floor though.
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| Kickin' 'em down how them Bone Thugs came through. |
| Yeah, yeah. |
| We took it to another level (level), level (level), level (level)… Yeeaahh!
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| (Down, down…) As soon as I’m receivin' the call, now give me the ball,
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| I run with the dogs, then keep the b’all. |
| Now meet me at the mall,
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| you can check on every shelf on the wall, they makin' money off the Bone Thugs!
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| Equipped with a saw, with a knife in my back. |
| Everybody rappin' fast,
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| but the harmony ain’t in it, and now that’s too much to pass. |
| Now that’s too
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| much to ask when you pick up a crash course style to change-up, come on!
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| (I swear!) My trigger-finger's itchy, but my carpel tunnel was (?
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| ) was written and rippin' problems like water flowin' in humbles. |
| I’m workin' with seven shovels, the grave-diggers and others! |
| Nobody
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| understand The Man. |
| Clones — now shut-up! |
| I’m quicker than a boogey-wicked-monster, never just like the movie. |
| We know when we pray to God.
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| (?) we get the hustle on in the Spring, Fall! |
| In Summers and the Winter months,
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| we gonna praise… Jesus! |
| Don’t even represent us, like we ain’t said nothin'!
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| Present the flow then grown know where we come from. |
| Sun come shine in,
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| Equinox rhymin', Layzie (Layzie!) perfect timin', grab my gun! |
| (gun,
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| gun) Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer!
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| Get your money, get your paper. |
| Elevate like my nigga DMX. |
| Here’s a prayer —
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| God bless playa!
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.
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| Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
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| As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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| Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down. |