|[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
|I'm sending a message to warn you imposters
|All hating in my business
|When I see you I'm a drop you
|Get slugged and get drugged
|My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
|Got you when I spot you I should pop you
|Even the boss was telling me not to
|But I won't stop until they get shot
|When they get out the hospital
|They gonna get shot, too
|The fast one bringing that AK
|Better walk, then we even
|When I leave and flees to Cleveland
|Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
|So goodbye. We're shutting it down
|And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
|Cloning our sound, we found your town
|Now is you ready for the war?
|Cry loud and go
|Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep
|And even oppose and order them hoes
|Gonna flee with me?
|Bitch, fuck with me then see that
|My little aliens, yeah
|We come to your city. Can they really
|Put it on down with the pistol?
|Can you feel me, feel me?
|[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
|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 thinking
|What's the consequence?
|Now I'm 'bout to get
|Real deadly. Ready for the war
|When we just start bombing shit
|Trying 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 getting shorter
|Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya
|Mo Thug Records taking 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 going down by the means infantry
|Instantly finna be World War 3
|If you fucking with my family jewels. You fools!
|You niggas break golden rules
|Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes
|Them niggas going platinum every time
|I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride?
|It's do or die. Then, nigga, I die
|I jump 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 rapping
|On your song, just remember no pretenders
|Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!
|[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
|I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
|You ain't Bone
|Why don't 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 charging
|Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm)
|To let 'em know that we're charging
|[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
|Straight from the corner and I'm a thug
|All my diamonds
|I bet you wanted to stop my shining
|Didn't we warn you, nigga?
|The sign. See? Blinded
|Run but they finding
|Me in my Double-big-Five-O
|And critical with a pistol
|With pistols. Feel that 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 repented
|'Cause if the world I resented
|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
|Get '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
|[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
|These niggas wanna erase me
|'Cause they can't face me
|Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
|Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be