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? You playa hate and 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 these times. Got to do what ya got to do--war `til 99. Slim nigga, gotta get up, and go and get it, if it`s real, it comin`. Now I got it, and I`m a floor the niggas actin` crazy. The safety`s off: come and get it if ya really want it, yeah [yeah, yeah, yeah]. It`s hatin`, baby, t
hat 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 quickness, 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 fell in this fucked-up state of mind. Slipped in a dream, and I seen 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 my lead go, give it up for the bloody murda mo`, bloody murda mo`, mo`, mo`. See the nigga when they go through the window, had to put a bigger hole in his soul. If he getaway, runnin` out my backdoor, with a me sawed-off swangin`. Get ready to duck now, to the guts, buck, pap, pap, pow.
Claim my thang to slang 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 did some dirt in my time, `cause the devil was stressin` my mind, messin` with my mind. Nigga, Bone`s don`t know if (...?...) I turn to realize that everyday, I can do it if I only pray, maintain, `cause a nigga was lustin` for money, got to get it, `cause a nigga was strugglin`. I hit `em with the Mossberg. Y`all heard about Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face, `til them lay, round after round after round, they`ll fall down, down. May they lay. May they lay from that eruption, man. We puttin` `em six feet deep. We buck, we bang.
It`s all real, what you see. [Truly real.] I said it`s all real. It`s just the thug in me.
