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Intro-Layzie Bone
Yo we vibin'
What?!
This is.....(Im' a str8 rida)
another Self-Entertainment Production (Im' a str8 rida)
(Im' a str8 rida) Bone Thugs (Im' a str8 rida)
Yeah
Ay move, that's that nigg* right there dawg,(we str8 ridaz)
thats the same nigg* that was talkin s**t at the club dawg, watch out...
Verse 1-Layzie Bone
When I am yeah Im' grindin baby gettin down with the best of them,
You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them,
Thats what you expect from them, neva' the thug nigg* this bone,
Whup him like he stole something, I beat him like Im' Roy Jones,
And I thought I told you life is quick and fast better get up and get the cash,
Quick to mash, nigg* be lettin em' slip and pass, number one is up for grabs,
Im'a be the victor man, strong arm, take the s**t man, like I was the beater man,
Bulldozer against the grain, I always been the rebel dawg,
Kickin' as* and takin names, on a whole 'nother level dawg,
Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers
Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscr*pers
H2s and Escalades, customized, special made
Hollywood to Broadway, check it dog, we gettin' paid
Naw I ain't about to change, I'ma just continue grindin'
Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin'
Hook - Bizzy Bone X 2
Ride or die..
Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
Ride or die..
Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare
Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone
A nigg* got a flow that's so sick, my s**t is in critical condition
And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a fixin'
Gimme a blunt and let me split that s**t, man hit that s**t
We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs
My nigg*, just kick back with me, it's the thugs
That's runnin' this motherfker so b*tch answer to us
We the man, we the one
That started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged s**t
We ain't smokin' heat, tokin', fk with me killer, fk a b*tch
I must admit these , they caught on quick
Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on d*ck
Battle you with a rhyme, man I battle you with a nine
Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin'
Thug straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets
Paper chasin' player haters get p*ssies feet underneath, when I creep
So don't be fkin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin'
With my Leatherface and sawed off, servin' raw dog
Hook X 2
Verse 3 - Bizzy Bone
Resurrection of the radical, none of these rappers compatible
Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle
Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance
And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus
I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple
Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible
My s**t's maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile
Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca
Baggin' that coca (cola), poppin' that Motorola soldier
This s**t is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', b*tch
I am the master of my destiny, never no De Lilo
And no Jezebel, my sisters say don't let them broads stress me
I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb
These gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm
It's the religion of Abraham, where there were Muslim b*stards
Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life
Hook X 2
