We the orginal criminals, therefore they'll be no replications or second guessin'/ The nation thug invasion got these suckas shakin'/ You been waitin' and anticipatin' the makin' and the arrival of my thug congregation, just call 'em desperado/ It aint hard to spot us, either follow the trials of the hollow shells, as well as the rotten smell of body cells/ How many you niggas is ready to get down and dirty? watch me spit rounds like a 30-30, word up/ Or you can just put on the instrumental and let a nigga run/ It'll be like givin me a gun cause I'm a kill everybody 'cause they know I can fuck with the tongue/ I come at the end, explicit, elicit wicked call me Mr. Sawed-off will hit ya'/ I take time out to beat this shit up, get up/ Feel us it's the real niggas/ The soldier field niggas, roll in control niggas/ and we roll wit cold killers/ So you better back up off us 'fore we blast you off us/ And if you think we jokin' you'll be laughin' in a coffin, coffin, coffin
-Chorus-Layzie-
You say you work for a couple million dog (Nigga, I ain't impressed) You keep your soldiers in the field (Nigga, I ain't impressed) A gang of bitches that'll ride real (I ain't impressed) This 40-Cal will make ya' lie still (Die in ya' vest)
Layzie Bone
See, ya’ll the type of niggas that fuck up the party as soon as you get too drunk/ We the type of niggas that chill in the club, ready to get 'em up/ They don’t even bring 'em my way, they know it's a fuckin' hustle/ I'm strapped up like seat buckles, I'm backed up by these muscles, I seen struggle/ A lot of these niggas that say they love you, but better peep the puzzle/ Them same niggas that bring you trouble/ We can rumble in this concrete jungle feelin' the thunder shake the ground/ Better watch out for the ricochet, that boomerangs that lay it down/ Don’t you love it when they move chains (chains) Nigga was talkin' all flackered and cocky like it was a gon' do thangs (do thangs) Should've been watchin' the news, man (news, man) 'Cause deep in the ghetto even a nigga wet up cause that’s the rules, man/ T-shirt and your shoe stained, another slangin' in the drug game/ Thug game, rap game, We all up under attack, man/ Operation 'Paper stack', mess with the that and you'll get split/ You know who the fuck this is; Bone Thugs up in, ya' dig?
Unreleased/ Recorded for the Bone Thugs N Harmony album Strength & Loyalty (2007)