[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
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I'm sending a message to warn you imposters
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All hating in my business
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When I see you I'm a drop you
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Get slugged and get drugged
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My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
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Got you when I spot you I should pop you
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Even the boss was telling me not to
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But I won't stop until they get shot
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When they get out the hospital
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They gonna get shot, too
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The fast one bringing that AK
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Better walk, then we even
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When I leave and flees to Cleveland
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Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
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So goodbye. We're shutting it down
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And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
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Cloning our sound, we found your town
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Now is you ready for the war?
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Cry loud and go
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Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep
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And even oppose and order them hoes
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Gonna flee with me?
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Bitch, fuck with me then see that
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My little aliens, yeah
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We come to your city. Can they really
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Put it on down with the pistol?
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Can you feel me, feel me?
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[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
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They beat biters, dope-style takers
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When I see you face-to-face
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My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater
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You niggas ain't Bone, you clone
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You wrong. What the fuck?
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You niggas ain't thinking
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What's the consequence?
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Now I'm 'bout to get
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Real deadly. Ready for the war
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When we just start bombing shit
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Trying to cop my click?
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Hell no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this was a game?
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Now it's time to make you feel the pain
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Wanna test my everyday thang?
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I aim straight for your temple
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It's really that simple when I seen it splatter
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Had I even killed one of you clones
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Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter
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Scattered. Run for the border
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Your career is getting shorter
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Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya
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Mo Thug Records taking over
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I told ya. Soldier man your post
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Better cover your coast and lock all entries
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If one of my sounds is off in your town
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Then it's going down by the means infantry
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Instantly finna be World War 3
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If you fucking with my family jewels. You fools!
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You niggas break golden rules
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Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes
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Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
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Them niggas going platinum every time
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I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride?
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It's do or die. Then, nigga, I die
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I jump in my Five Double-O
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If you got it, better flaunt it
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I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks
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And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it
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Come get it. And while you're rapping
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On your song, just remember no pretenders
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Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!
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[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
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I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
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You ain't Bone
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Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
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Nigga, you ain't Bone
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Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm)
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To let 'em know that we're charging
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Clones pay
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Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm)
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To let 'em know that we're charging
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Clones pay
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[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
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Straight from the corner and I'm a thug
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All my diamonds
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I bet you wanted to stop my shining
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Didn't we warn you, nigga?
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The sign. See? Blinded
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Run but they finding
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Me in my Double-big-Five-O
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And critical with a pistol
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With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll
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Serve you. Heard my words
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Are satanic and wishful
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Then see you all get pissed off
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My generals need no horse
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We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks
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With beams, and TNT
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Nigga roll with me
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Burial. Fuck the world!
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When I deal, hope I repented
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'Cause if the world I resented
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It just might catch me up in heaven
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But I'm a work this earth til it hurts
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Gotta done make the worse
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All the way through trial
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I'm back in the court for some dirt
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Get 'em off soil. They wait for alarm
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I curse that silly ass bitch said I stoled a purse
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And at them bullshit awards. But they told me
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I stole beneath of my shirt. And it makes me sick
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Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands
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Fuck with it. Put it on your Grammy
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Even my mammy's scared to tell. And
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Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. Scary
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Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me
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Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone
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[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
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These niggas wanna erase me
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'Cause they can't face me
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Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
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| Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be |
