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-Intro-Krayzie-
Guess who's back?
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Let me get 'chu twisted man/ Give me some Henn, give me some Gin
Krayzie Bone
You see me hit the ground runnin' a hundred miles, and still gunnin'/ I might be the coldest nigg* that ever done it/ I hit em with the bullet they give the pay, money, the same time in the game ya can't touch this/ Smooth with the roughness thuggish ruggish/ I put a lil' bit of singing with it and they love it, rugged/ Put 'em all in the bucket/ Busted, lyrical killa to get dusted (Dusted) I can tell how you bite my style, you can mean good/ But I'm gonna shut 'em all down (All down) All ya'll fall down, Mister Sawed-Off, raw dawg, I'm tellin' ya'll now (Ya'll now) Ya'll better get ready for Ball'R Records and ThugLine/ Caught up in the rapture, we got ya just after one rhyme/ Anybody wanna get it on? Any wanna see the Bone Bone? We can take it to the middle of the floor (Yo') Harass them , get up in em like the po-po's/ Still flow, so cold/ Krayzie's Techs are raisin' at ya/ Aimed exactly at 'cha, got'cha/ Shots will drop ya, fade ya proper/ Rock the spot and make ya holler "Dollar bill yall"/ Make a mill with my real dogs/ Wet it down , and I feel yall/ nigg* kick it with the trill always gotta chill with a ill squad/ That'll really feel ya'll, ya'll, ya'll/ Bone still doin' it to 'em, no matter who in the room or who in the build/ No matter who close the show, you ask the party people who stole the dough, they know
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Wish Bone
Now into the land of thugs, doin' it flowin' and singin'/ No matter what we breathe, it's raw with no flaws, better handle ya'lls/ Who the done changed the game? Who the got screamin' out "Thugsta thugsta" mic, yes, we murda flows/ Don't wanna, but let it go/ Believe me, I'm serious dawg/ You straight from the hood, good/ I'm thug, we in every hood/ They don't really want none, they don't want none, just get it crackin' get it pappin' they gon' run/ I'm up early to get my hustle on, later to get it strong and I'm gone/ Gotta take another mil for real cause I'm feelin' like any day I might just kill somethin'/ Cause you know that money, once you touch it, once you feel it, gotta keep you some money/ For a nigg* thats thirsty, they pop ya then get away then ya lucky/ We can do it like the thuggish ruggish, what? They ain't no girls over here, better show some love/ Most thats skilled, straight be hoes, but it's real over here beat him like he's cold/ When ya say ya hot, yes I'm holdin' even when I'm rockin' and rollin'/ Won't get it on me, when It all goes down be the first nigg* c*ckin' and gunnin'/ Nine mil will reach ya, they all fall down, straight shots will get ya/ Had to much of that liter, now you all fked up/ How you nigg* like that, that?
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Layzie Bone
So you wanna get twisted, lifted? I'm a show you who the realest in the city of the thieves, we the real cap peelas/ Better get back , cause we do slap / When it comes to the figgas, I'm a go getter/ Hit around split 'em when I'm pushin' my line money hangin' out the as* didn't get it for crime/ Ain't worried about beef, but I do carry a nine/ I'm a put it on your mind when ya flippin' my mind/ Yeah yeah, St. Clair playa wit the keys to the city, you can call me the mayor/ Give a d*mn about pity like this ain't fair, do I care about you lames yall better beware/ Ain't went nowhere, still right here/ Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh, money on the wood make the bank go good/ Drop it like its hot, we'll see who's the best, yes/ I must confess, I'm a cold-blooded nigg* man/ Show me if you got some game, I'm a show you how to get some change/ Still the fact remains, we let's em hang/ Bone will murda your clique, hit 'em again and again with a bottle of Hen off the rict. we murdered them quick/ Twist them up like a pretzel, wit a automatic weapons we let go/ From ghetto to ghetto you better get on my level/ I'm a Bone Thug rebel and I'm lookin' for trouble/ Twist it up like a good double, twist it up like some fine weed/ Got beef in the streets, you can hire me, twist 'em like screws and plyers, B
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Bizzy Bone
Rock the mic, givin' the people what they like/ I've been strugglin' hustlin' tryin' to make it right most all my life/ And when I can pull up next to Five O' it's just like gamblin' dice/ Seven Eleven ya'll better be ready this' Bizzy The Kid, I'm a be here all night/ No matter what, I'm a still support you, whenever you ready let's rock the world/ Better believe I'm a fight for the money, if somebody die, ya served/ You don't wanna make good on my word, you better be worried about my nerve/ I say we distribute the product and move it like Nino in here, I push the bird/ Comin' a little faster, pump out I dump out never been no chump, I crunk out/ You don't really want none, let's smash 'em that's how I run mine/ I'm runnin fast past that gunline, bustin at bud for one time/ Yeah, gotta keep it gangsta, feel my life is in danger sometimes blaze the flame up, make your paper/ We Bone Thug till we die, better support it, and if you don't, when I see you just pass me by/ Hell of a ride, hood play and I'm tryin' to be calm man, and I'm tryin' a stay on my point for when Satan come up out my way, hey
-Chorus-Krayzie- Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Gemini: Good Vs. Evil
