| 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas '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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| Bitch, fuck 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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| They beat biters, dope-style takers
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| When I see you face-to-face
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| My nigga, I’m a treat you like a hater
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| You niggas ain’t Bone, you clone
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| You wrong, what the fuck?
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| You niggas ain’t thinking, what’s the consequence?
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| Now I’m 'bout to get
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| Real deadly, ready for the war when we just start bombin' shit
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| Trying to cop my click? |
| Hell no! |
| Real raw
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| Y’all niggas 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, your career is getting shorter
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| Nigga, better hide cause I already warned ya
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| Mo Thug Records taking over, 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 fuckin' with my family jewels, you fools!
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| You niggas break golden rules, gotta walk the walk in your own shoes
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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, them niggas 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, nigga, 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 cock the Glock; |
| it’ll make you want it
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| Come get it, and while you’re rappin'
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| On your song, just remember no pretenders
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| Bitch, you hoes ain’t 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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| Nigga, you ain’t Bone, 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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| Straight from the corner and I’m a thug
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| All my diamonds, I bet you wanted to stop my shining
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| Didn’t we warn you, nigga?
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| The sign, see? |
| Blinded, run but they findin'
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| Me in my Double-big-Five-O, 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 are satanic and wishful
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| Then see you all get pissed off, 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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| Nigga roll with me
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| Burial, fuck 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’ma 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 bitch said I stoled a purse
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| And at them bullshit awards, but they told me
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| I stole beneath of my shirt, and it makes me sick
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| Even Ripsta’s sistas, plus family understands
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| Fuck 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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| These niggas wanna erase me, 'cause they can’t face me
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| Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
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| Fuckin' with the real, y’all see how the fake be
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| Duckin' the cut, trying to look for safety
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| Make me reach for my pistol and pop it
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| Niggas gon' pay on the day that I spot him
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| Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy |
| On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies
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| I’ll be damned if I let a nigga breathe, indeed
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| I grieve for the war, what’s next?
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| It’s all about respect, bitch nigga
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| I’ma get that shit if I don’t get nothing else
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| To the end I’m steady flippin'
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| Fuckin' the world 'til they give Bone props
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| Nigga, 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 grindin', steadily climbin'
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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 timin'
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| As I look at my shit make history
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| No mystery, mistook and, nigga
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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 nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal
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| Should’a kept it real and quit frontin', nigga
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| Go round-for-round with the best
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| Nigga, step up and meet your death
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| Fucking 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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| Nigga, realize, or you die
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| You bitch ass niggas ain’t Bone, Bone, 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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| Nigga, you ain’t Bone, 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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| 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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| Nigga, you ain’t Bone, 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 |