| You can call it what you want to
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| Respect when we roll through
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| Fight like yeah, Thats just what we bust through
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| Swear niggas straight thugs
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| Really nigga rolled up
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| Layed out
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| Blacked out
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| Know niggas fucked up
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| It dont really matter
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| They scatter
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| We bustin'
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| So fuck’em
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| Let 'em lay
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| I ain’t really playin, niggas playin
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| Bone ass niggas down, to me that shit is gay
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| Better than my black gauge too
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| Hear ya blountin buddy but my eyes on you
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| Watch that step, do what I gotta do
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| Gotta go fuck in my hotel room
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| Its about that money that money gotta have me some
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| Money
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| Or else
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| Hit a nigga to the white meat
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| Gonna get me some money
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| I ain’t gotta tell, a nigga know
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| When you fuckin with that bone better go for broke
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| It ain’t really that serious betta let it go
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| Ain’t no tellin where that might might just might go
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| (Krayzie Bone)
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| You niggas better wake up and smell
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| That marijuana inhale
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| That little ganja
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| And realize ya dealin with a monsta
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| Mastermind of rap and crime
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| I blast ya mind
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| Im so sick
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| But dont need to call a doctor
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| Cuz you won’t find a cure for this
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| Besides I dont need no remedy, I’m already fixed
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| Nigga take a hit of this and you ain’t never goin back
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| To that wack shit
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| Y’all know what clique got the hits
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| Wait a minute
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| Im sick of niggas gettin all the credit
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| For bein tough guys and ain’t got the balls and said it
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| I read that little nigga when I seen him in the video
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| You can tell who really real and who really hoes
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| Just because you strike a pose in some pretty clothes
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| Really dont mean you niggas automatic criminals
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| You can pull that at the show
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| They dont really know
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| How a real nigga let the mutha fuckin trigger go
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| We them thuggish ruggish niggas that’ll get in ya mind
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| With the reefer and the lyrics that a spit like a nine
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| It dont matter what we give em
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| Its a hit everytime
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| But you thats bone
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| Thats that bone!
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| (Kryazie Bone)
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| I told you nigga, you dealin with a beast
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| From the streets of clevland, down with Easy-E
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| Niggas give me a reason to keep that heat in the seat
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| But in my lap so I’m in position to bust back
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| (Wish Bone)
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| Guess who’s back to shut the lights down
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| Screamin out thug and no you ain’t none
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| Gotta do something
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| When we see we gon' run up on em, nigga gotta tell me
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| Somthin, somthin
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| (Krayzie Bone)
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| Take a journey to my violent side
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| The riots lie
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| Hit 'em with the silenced nine, a quiet mine
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| And still fuck the law, and any other nigga wanna run
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| Up, come on
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| (Wish Bone)
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| And its easy it dont take much to make ya blow
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| Before you hear it you gon' feel it
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| Stay locked and loaded
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| Thugs like us they dont make it get it straight dawg
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| Get rolled up
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| They gon' like it when we roll off
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| (Krayzie and Wish)
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| Mr. Sawed Off
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| Creepin through the fog
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| All y’all niggas die
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| Compitition dry
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| To see me wit a dollar
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| Gotta get it
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| Get with the lyrical killas from the 99
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| Spittin when I ride ride
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| (Wish Bone)
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| Know what you doin when you step, you can fall off
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| Hands up thugs comin through when we raw dawg
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| Everywhere we go yes its like that
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| Everywhere we roll strapped with black a thug ready to
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| Go…
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| We them thuggish ruggish niggas that’ll get in ya mind
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| With the reefer and the lyrics that a spit like a nine
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| It dont matter what we give em
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| Its a hit everytime
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| But you thats bone
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| Thats that bone! |