Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow
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I flow (flow) when I go (go) in flow mo
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[Layzie]
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Layzie Bone is in the house
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I'm gettin it starrrted up
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And it's my parrrt of the cut to let you know
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That the (harrrder not to haul), you're stuck
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I get the gauge, and let it blast
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And get you shot, and then you drop
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You're popped, so now I got to free the block
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I'm breakin' 'em, takin' 'em, makin' 'em
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Fakin' 'em, shakin' 'em off
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To a new height, I rocks the mic, yes I'm hype
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I love to write, so don't you bite
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Yeah, I'm the Bone, that nigga
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That's on the microphone
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You shoulda known, you're fuckin with me
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Yeah, it's on
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'Cause I got Krayzie and Bizzy Bone without a doubt
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Wish Bone, and my bigger brother Stan Howse
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So call your posse
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You gonna need 'em when the Bone's approachin'
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'Cause I be doin a flow motion
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[Wish]
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We never get caught whenever we run
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Because we throw bolo
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I'm hypin' 'em up, and strikin' 'em up
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To keep 'em in flow mo
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You step and you're stuck
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Now, what in the fuck
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Is up with this dumb shit?
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I'm packin' a nine most all of the time
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now back up bitch
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I'm locked down all the time because
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I might go psycho, for drinkin' that Cisco
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and poppin' my pistol, you're claimin you're rough
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I'm callin' your bluff
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So, what's up, sucka?
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I'm callin' my niggas, pullin' them
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Triggas quick in the mutha fucka
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I flow (flow) when I go (go) in flow mo
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[Bizzy]
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A 187, A lesson for niggas who think they get with the Bone
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The weapon is kept in a trench and, so gimme the gat
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At once you're shown there's nothing flow like flow mo
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I roll with the Bone, no never go solo
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Time and time again, think I'm gonna need for smoke 'em
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So, so, no, no, 'cause I don't think that
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Biz will ever back down, you cross our ways
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So you sing, then you chill in the background
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I'm psycho and like no (?) on my level
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Let's meet in the cemetery
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And no, don't forget the shovels ([Layzie:] I'm diggin a ditch)
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for the sucka who thought that they could fade me
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Chillin with my nigga Wish, Layzie and Krayzie
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The gauge be pointed at your temple in our land
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My F-L-O-M-O-T-I-O-N can
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Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow...
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[Krayzie]
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Well it's the nigga the nigga the nigga the once again
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And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend
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'Cause so (?) when there's a MAC-10
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It's blastin', pick up my gun
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And now you're running now from the assassin
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Pumpin' the clip and you askin'
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"Who in the fuck was that masked man?"
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The nigga that pulled the trigga
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'Cause I'm slimmer they figured they bigger
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But when you can see the real killer is peelin' your cap
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Nigga that's runnin' the pack
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They step so pack the gat, tossin' ya life
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I proceed with the murders, servin' off in a coffin
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You're fucked, because your niggas
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They heard that I buck
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So don't think you'll win when I got my steel
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And I'm feelin it, when you feelin' a pain
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well, like I'm insane
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And know I can throw the gauge if you complain
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There's never another to go with a brother
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While smutherin' suckers been goin' undercover
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We leave 'em in gutters, ain't going to get caught
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But who was the sucka that's squealed on a murder?
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Well, 187 The weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson
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I grab my Smith & Wesson
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For punks that run to test
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And so punks get ready to drop
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'Cause I'm on a roll and you'll get smoked
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And I'm kickin a gangsta twist
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Let's keep 'em moving in flow motion
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