"U AIN'T BONE"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
[Thunder.]
Bizzy:
I'm sendin' a message to warn you imposters
Layzie:
They beat-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' shit. 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. Scattered, 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, then it's 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
horse, we need AR-15s, 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.
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