| Paroles: | 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 |
