[Intro-Layzie Bone]
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Yo we vibin'
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What?!
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This is.....(Im' a str8 rida)
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another Self-Entertainment Production (Im' a str8 rida)
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(Im' a str8 rida) Bone Thugs (Im' a str8 rida)
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Yeah
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Ay move, that's that nigga right there dawg,(we str8 ridaz)
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thats the same nigga that was talkin shit at the club dawg, watch out...
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[Verse 1-Layzie Bone]
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When I am yeah Im' grindin baby gettin down with the best of them,
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You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them,
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Thats what you expect from them, neva' the thug nigga this bone,
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Whup him like he stole something, I beat him like Im' Roy Jones,
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And I thought I told you life is quick and fast better get up and get the cash,
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Quick to mash, nigga be lettin em' slip and pass, number one is up for grabs,
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Im'a be the victor man, strong arm, take the shit man, like I was the beater man,
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Bulldozer against the grain, I always been the rebel dawg,
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Kickin' ass and takin names, on a whole 'nother level dawg,
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Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers
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Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers
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H2s and Escalades, customized, special made
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Hollywood to Broadway, check it dog, we gettin' paid
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Naw I ain't about to change, I'ma just continue grindin'
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Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin'
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[Hook - Bizzy Bone] X 2
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Ride or die..
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Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on
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Ride or die..
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Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare
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[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
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A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is in critical condition
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And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a fixin'
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Gimme a blunt and let me split that shit, man hit that shit
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We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs
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My nigga, just kick back with me, it's the thugs
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That's runnin' this motherfucker so bitch answer to us
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We the man, we the one
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That started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged shit
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We ain't smokin' heat, tokin', fuck with me killer, fuck a bitch
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I must admit these niggaz, they caught on quick
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Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on dick
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Battle you with a rhyme, man I battle you with a nine
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Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin'
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Thug niggaz straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets
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Paper chasin' player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep
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So don't be fuckin' with Krayzie, I come through blazin'
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With my Leatherface and sawed off, servin' niggaz raw dog
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[Hook] X 2
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[Verse 3 - Bizzy Bone]
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Resurrection of the radical, none of these rappers compatible
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Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle
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Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance
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And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus
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I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple
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Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible
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My shit's maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile
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Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca
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Baggin' that coca (cola), poppin' that Motorola soldier
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This shit is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', bitch
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I am the master of my destiny, never no De Lilo
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And no Jezebel, my sisters say don't let them broads stress me
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I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb
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These niggaz gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm
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It's the religion of Abraham, where there were Muslim bastards
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Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life niggaz
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[Hook] X 2
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Str8 Ridaz
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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
