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Krayzie/Flesh:



Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.



Krayzie:



Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, still thuggin' with the roughest

muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like

that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch

ya?" No. I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine,

'cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times. You didn't think I'm willing

to find a way to say "Oh, my!" but check it out, though. I done made

enough money to buy my people a lot of weapons, y'all. And I made it,

takin' out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, for paranoia is factor when a

nigga wanna act up. Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my

sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won't

swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start

dumpin'. Fuck 'em. I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate

and say that we ain't true to what we say, but, then again, when you see us

on the street and playa hate, we bang them fuckin' brains [we bang them

brains]. But then, we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck

the thug dick. Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style.

Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town. It's all original when it's

comin' from the Cleveland criminals, so here we go. Got a gun--should I

buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?

Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I'm

so full anguish. Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna

claim it, but they can't get the hang of it. Yeah.



Krayzie/Flesh:



Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.



Flesh:



Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em, coffin

off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple

done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin', get real

high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again, here to

pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and

it's still this strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see

what's happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us,

smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife,

if you pull a (?) off to the fiends, then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for

the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the

stick up, yeah. We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and

hope for respect, 'cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the

midst of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife

to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug, and they thought that I bruise

easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em). Most of what goes

around, comes around. Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes

really wanna test us. To the chest, Flesh buck buckin' this guess with a

gun, a change and a whole new muthafuckin' attitude.



Krayzie/Flesh:



Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.



Layzie:



Nigga, let me in. Double glock and never about to change, man. To the

temple I aim and claim the game, control. Fin to rid your soul, creep and

roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, they pose as foes, gotta let

'em know. Got a nation of my niggas out to back me, got another

nation--killas out to try to jack me. Exactly, what the fuck you thought

you was gon' pull? Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose.

Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction. They down with the

puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action. Facts and stacks, never will

my mission collapse. If you really want a thug, then you better pin these

raps, and a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it, sinnin'

in it, and it really ain't free to me. You get it how you take it, but the

only way you'll make it, givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord. And it

really don't mean that evil's gonna quit, because the hater's gonna hate,

and then the real--it's gon' feel, but I bet that after all of y'all fall that the

faker's gonna perish in the fire pit, and you know when I'm rollin', I'm

equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and I gladly

put it on ya from the land of California, leavin' all of y'all goners, if you

know what I mean. Yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with

K.B. We gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we

see. Any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on.



Wish:



Lately I've been here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the Bone,

bite the Bone. Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong? Well I get down for

mine, for my nine and blow. We shoot 'em up, buck. Yeah, strange we

erupt on playa hation. Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em. And biters, everytime

I see you on T.V., it makes me feel good, 'cause I know we run up on

you, you'll see we, we gotta get paid good. Nigga, don't shit come for

free in this land of poverty, Bone in harmony. We hungry. Since it's all

about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money. Don't gather the

fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz, should I 1et 'em spin

on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we

write, I swear, it's all original. Niggas mad at Bone because we be all

original [all original].



Krayzie/Flesh:



Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

All Original / Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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