Krayzie Bone and the Bone, with my mighty, mighty warriors, with my
mighty, mighty warriors.
This is all real, what you see [see]. I said it`s all real. It`s just
the thug in me.
Nigga, just because Krayzie quiet, speak less, don`t be mistakin` my
kindness for weakness. Humble but ready to rumble. My
violent side, I can`t deny, I`m like a Jekyll and Hyde, gemini, look
if you see me quiet then I`m plottin` to riot. Why? Tell me,
why in they eyes, I`m labeled a menace, but I like it? Destroy ya.
Paranoia will make me blow you away, but hey. Nigga got
too close to me, and that ain`t how it`s supposed to be. Nigga want
respect, but what do you show me? Playa hatin`,
anticipate the day that you can see me fall. Better act like you know.
I`m rollin` with Mo, posse up. Do damage and manage
to wiggle our way out of handcuffs as we strut as thugs we must, doin`
our best to obey God. Violent in this times. Got to do
what ya got to do--war `til 99. Slim nigga, better get up and come and
get it if it`s really comin`. Now I get it, I`m a flaunt it.
Niggas sayin` Krayzie say ya soft. Come and get it if ya really want
it, yeah [yeah, yeah, yeah]. This hatin`, baby, that gots me
so cold. Ya gotta be heartless in certain situations, like
retaliation.
It`s all real, what you see. [Truly real.] I said it`s all real. It`s
just the thug in me.
Niggas be keepin` it all real. We keepin` it all real. With the real,
if it`s real, if it`s real, then stay real and be real.
We come with nothin` but the real thang, baby.
Krayzie got nothin` but the real thang, baby [the real thang, bang].
Baby, now this is the sound me and my trues, we put this down, way
down. So, now when ya hear me releasin` some shells.
Hit the ground with the quckness, lay, better stay down. On the
darkside, take a look and you`ll find true niggas like no other
kind. Niggas say fuck the wine, indo inside, swisha sweet, get me
high.
Ain`t nothin`, get to nothin`, somethin` got to be real, real,
somethin` got to be real.
I still be thuggin` in the khakis, boots, and skullies,
and since I`m a weed fiend for the green, nigga, gotta make that
money, man.
It`s real always.
Last night, I P.O.D`d, next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I`m fell in this
fucked-up state of mind. Slipped in a dream, and I see
demons screamin`, tellin` me it`s time to die. Why me? I see some
niggas--they comin` to get me. They creepin` outside of my
window. I`m ready to bang, bang, bang. Aim the 12 gauge pump. When I
let go, give it up for the bloody murda mo`, bloody
murda mo`, mo`, mo`. See the nigga when they come through the window,
had to put a bigger hole in his soul. If he getaway,
runnin` out me backdoor, with a me sawed-off swangin`. Get ready to
duck now, to the guts, buck, pap, pap, pow.
Claim my thang to slain them bloody bodies [murda mo`, murda mo`,
murda mo`, murda mo`, murda mo`, murda mo`], kill `em
all, send them hoes up in flames, Krayzie insane to the brain. Now I
know why I done did some dirt in my time, `cause the
devil was stressin` my mind, messin` with my mind. Figure Bone`s don`t
know if (...?...) the real as it everyday, I can do it if I
only pray, maintain, `cause a nigga was lustin` for money. Got to get
because a nigga was strugglin`. I hit `em with the
Mossberg. Y`all heard about Mr. Sawed-Off Leather Face, `til they lay,
round after round after round, they`ll fall down, down.
May they lay. May they lay from the eruption, man. We puttin` `em 6
feet deep, we buck quick, man.
It`s all real, what you see. [Truly real.] I said it`s all real. It`s
just the thug in me.
