[Thunder.]
Bizzy:
I`m sendin` a message to warn you imposters, all hatin` in my
business, when I see you I`m a drop you. Get slugged and get
drugged, my niggas`ll hustle to pay the judge. Got you, when I spot I
should pop you, even the boss was tellin` me not to, but I
won`t stop until they get shot, when they get out the hospital, I bet
they shot, too. (Your last won`t greet him) and they got
better walkin` and we even, when I leave and flees to Cleveland, now,
murder `em and rest in peace and good-bye, we`re
shuttin` it down, and yo, we`re proud of niggas from (?) that`s
playin` our sound, we found your town, now is you ready for the
war? Cry loud and go. Any and all niggas`ll fall off in they sleep,
and even the foes, and order them hoes gonna be flee, bitch,
fuck with me and it`s either my little aliens, yeah, we come to your
city and really put it on down with the pistol can you feel me,
feel me?
Layzie:
They be 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 thinkin`,
What`s the consequence? Now I`m `bout to get real deadly,
ready for the war, when we just start bombin` start. Tryin` 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. Scatter, run for
the border. Your career is gettin` shorter. Nigga, better hide `cause
I already warned ya: Mo Thug Records` takin` 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, niggas
is goin` down by the means infantry, instantly fin to 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 goin` platinum everytime.
I`m ready to ride. You ready to ride? It`s do or die, then, nigga I
die. I jumped 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 pretender, bitch, you hoes
ain`t Bone!
Krayzie:
I hope you [you . . . ] realize that you ain`t Bone. You ain`t Bone.
Why don`t you [you . . . ] realize that you ain`t Bone? Nigga, you
ain`t Bone.
Ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let `em know that we`re chargin`.
Clones pay.
Come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let `em know that
we`re chargin`. Clones pay.
Bizzy:
Straight from the corner and I`m a thug. All my diamonds, I bet you
wanted to stop my shinin`. Didn`t we warn you, nigga?
The sign, see blinded. Run, but they findin` me in mine (?) and
critical with a pistol, with pistols, feel the verbal`ll serve you,
heard my words are satanic and wishful, then see you all get pissed
off, my generals need no (hearse), we need a (?) fifteen,
twenty glocks with beams and TNT. Nigga, roll with me. Burial, fuck
the world when I deal, hope I repent, `cause if the world
(?), it just might catch me up in heaven. But I`m a 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. Bring `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.
Layzie:
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, tryin` 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 all the
way to the rodeo, killin` 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`m a get that shit, if I don`t get
nothin` 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 and all about timin` as I look at my
shit and 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.
Shoulda kept it real and quit frontin`, nigga, go round-for-round with
the best. Nigga, step up and meet your death, fuckin` 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, Bone.]
Krayzie:
I hope you [you . . . ] realize that you ain`t Bone. You ain`t Bone.
Why don`t you [you . . . ] realize that you ain`t Bone? Nigga, you
ain`t Bone.
Ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let `em know that we`re chargin`.
Clones pay.
Come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let `em know that
we`re chargin`. Clones pay.
