Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Ain't Bone, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song The Art of War: World War 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
U Ain't Bone |
I’m sending a message to warn you imposters |
All hating in my business |
When I see you I’m a drop you |
Get slugged and get drugged |
My niggas I’ll hustle to pay the judge |
Got you when I spot you I should pop you |
Even the boss was telling me not to |
But I won’t stop until they get shot |
When they get out the hospital |
They gonna get shot, too |
The fast one bringing that AK |
Better walk, then we even |
When I leave and flees to Cleveland |
Now, murder 'em and rest in peace |
So goodbye, we’re shutting it down |
And now we’re prowling niggas from alleys |
Cloning our sound, we found your town |
Now is you ready for the war? |
Cry loud and go |
Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep |
And even oppose and order them hoes |
Gonna flee with me? |
Bitch, fuck with me then see that |
My little aliens, yeah |
We come to your city, can they really |
Put it on down with the pistol? |
Can you feel me, feel me? |
They beat 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 thinking, what’s the consequence? |
Now I’m 'bout to get |
Real deadly, ready for the war when we just start bombin' shit |
Trying 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 |
Scattered, run for the border, your career is getting shorter |
Nigga, better hide cause I already warned ya |
Mo Thug Records taking 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 |
Then it’s going down by the means infantry |
Instantly, finna 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 going platinum every time |
I’m ready to ride, you ready to ride? |
It’s do or die, then, nigga, I die |
I jump 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 pretenders |
Bitch, you hoes ain’t Bone! |
I hope you realize that you ain’t Bone |
You ain’t Bone |
Why don’t you realize that you ain’t Bone? |
Nigga, you ain’t Bone, Bone |
Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
To let 'em know that we’re charging |
Clones pay |
Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
To let 'em know that we’re charging |
Clones pay |
Straight from the corner and I’m a thug |
All my diamonds, I bet you wanted to stop my shining |
Didn’t we warn you, nigga? |
The sign, see? |
Blinded, run but they findin' |
Me in my Double-big-Five-O, and critical with a pistol |
With pistols. |
Feel that the verbal 'll |
Serve you, heard my words are satanic and wishful |
Then see you all get pissed off, my generals need no horse |
We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks |
With beams, and TNT |
Nigga roll with me |
Burial, fuck the world! |
When I deal, hope I repented |
'Cause if the world I resented |
It just might catch me up in heaven |
But I’ma 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 |
Get '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 |
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, trying 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 |
On the way to the rodeo, killing 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’ma get that shit if I don’t get nothing 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 it’s all about timin' |
As I look at my shit 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 |
Should’a kept it real and quit frontin', nigga |
Go round-for-round with the best |
Nigga, step up and meet your death |
Fucking 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 |
I hope you realize that you ain’t Bone |
You ain’t Bone |
Why don’t you realize that you ain’t Bone? |
Nigga, you ain’t Bone, Bone |
Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
To let 'em know that we’re charging |
Clones pay |
Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
To let 'em know that we’re charging |
Clones pay |
I hope you realize that you ain’t Bone |
You ain’t Bone |
Why don’t you realize that you ain’t Bone? |
Nigga, you ain’t Bone, Bone |
Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
To let 'em know that we’re charging |
Clones pay |
Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) |
To let 'em know that we’re charging |
Clones pay |