| Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day
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| Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day
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| (Layzie Bone)
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| Yeah, I remember back in the days
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| When we was «Creepin on ah Come Up», we was tryin’a get paid
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| Before a nigga really came of age
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| We was walkin with a trench on, totin that gauge
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| High tech boots on, blue khaki suits on
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| Bailin through the snow, tryin’a serve them rocks
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| Got a «Pocket Full of Stones» like UGK
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| Little dudes gettin money up on the block
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| Runnin from the cop car, never really got far
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| 'Cept for the time when they tried to knock sparks out-
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| -My aaasssssss
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| Got me thinkin to myself, how long will it last?
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| Movin so quick, shit, livin through the hit-list
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| East '99, we was young, black, gifted
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| Bone Thugs niggas, didn’t want none niggas
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| Cause they already knew how them Thug boys kicked it
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| Pistols sick, when we was drunk and high
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| Little bitty niggas that loved to fight
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| If somethin went down, didn’t rub me right
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| Still to this day, somebody gon' die
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| Bullets gon' fly, my word is my honor
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| 'Round my way, you gotta walk the walk
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| On some real talk, have ya outlined in chalk
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| All I gotta say is, it ain’t my fault
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| Can’t be bought, takin no loss
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| Still to this day, I’m the bill collector
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| Come wrong to the Bone, and I gots to check ya
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| Automatic weapon is my selection
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| Don’t need protection, we’ll fuck you up
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| Big Buck is my nigga, don’t press ya luck
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| And y’all still ain’t ready to fuck with us
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| Cause in thugs we trust, and we mean it!
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| (Hook, Layzie Bone)
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| Booone, Booone, Bone, Bone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooonnn
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| (Verse 2, Bizzy Bone)
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| Outta my mind, akin the way I think, to the main-frame of game
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| Bang-bang, gotta get down for my thang
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| Shame game, stuck in ruts, ready to fuck?
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| Put a simple sepena, but give 'em thumbs up
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| Seven is a sample, but a sign of the time
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| Fly fast, give me whip up in a cup
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| And a dime, and a bag, and a swisher for my nigga
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| In the middle with the Henny, with the heifer with the bald head, long hair
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| Some here, it’s all here, all, yeah
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| Man I’ma call here, call here, it’s all here, walk here
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| Run here, gone with the wind, and never comin again, then shiiit
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| Give it on up, give it away
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| Kids, listen to the words I say
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| Pray like everyday, is the only way
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| I can focus through the pocus and the games people play
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| Run to put the «Money in a Zip-Lock Bag»
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| Up and away, better move yo ass
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| Too many jokes I smoke
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| Too many smokes, I know
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| Too many loc’s that I passed, my past
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| Cocked in the set, like Aftermath
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| Slim shades, lemonade, and a nice squeezed breast
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| Balls, look at the close calls
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| I told ya dog, because I know ya, dog
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| Even when I know you’re wrong
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| And I told the world, all about that hatred
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| Look at your small profits, they hate little Bizzy
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| And you know I’m gonna make it, just better watch that sissy
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| Slowly homie, cold and phony, ascended, splended, spend it shawty
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| Slowly, I’m more Holy and homie, and Jesus knows
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| (Hook, Layzie Bone)
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| Booone, Booone, Bone, Bone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooonnn
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| (Verse 3, Layzie Bone)
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| How many more times have I got to tell ya?
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| I’m all about success, don’t fuck with failures
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| Niggas is jealous, and too overzealous
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| Don’t come in my face and don’t talk to my fellas
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| We hellous, rebelious, and definately straight
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| Sound like we come from a Heavenly place
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| These are the breaks, better make no mistakes
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| Cause little Lay ain’t got no time to waste
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| I’ma face the truth, and I’ma raise the roof
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| Cause this shit here is mine
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| I done been around the block about a thousand times
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| And I done been around the world at least a couple times
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| My rhymes double times, I hit 'em with the rhythm
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| When we hit 'em with the rhythm, like we hit 'em way back in the days
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| Y’all niggas gon' pay, y’all niggas gon' pay |
| You can hear the Bone song, or the R n' B
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| Just listen to the radio, y’all will see
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| Anything go down that’s regarding me
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| I’ma tell 'em off the rip what this chargin be
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| Or the target be, point it straight to ya dome
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| I’m tellin you know, just acknowledge the Bone
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| I’m sittin at home, and I’m polishin chrome
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| Ready to bring it onnn
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| I handle my business, can I get a witness?
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| Niggas is wantin to be me
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| Not Mike, but little Stevie
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| I’m the one that’s makin it look so easy
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| Eazy-E, tell me can you feel me?
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| The best there is, the best there was
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| The best there ever will be, you’ll see
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| (Hook, Layzie Bone)
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| Booone, Booone, Bone, Bone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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| B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooonnn
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| (Outro, Bizzy Bone)
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| Church nigga, church!
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| Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone
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| Young Bizzy Bone, Flesh n Bone, Wish n Bone
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| Bone Thugs & Harmony, conglomerate
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| Naw nigga (Echoes) |