Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? (To death...)
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? (To death...)
You could be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got, we got
-Krayzie Bone-
I still be that thuggish ruggish nigga dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots/
Still don't give a fuck about the law, still run with the pump in my car, and fuck who you are /
You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane/
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a name, it's the game/
And we done loosened up a couple strings/
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain/
Besides that man ain't nothing changed/
Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud/
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?/
This is Bone Thugs, niggas thinking I told you, but we put it down like that/
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it and keep on moving/
Guess who's back up in the house, original Cleveland criminals
Ouija sending subliminal messages like murda, mo murda murda/
Never forgot where we come from, watch how you move your tongue/
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass and smash and crash/
Protect my niggas for combat, Leathaface at ya and on your ass/
Like I was a heat seeker creepin the reaper/
Peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
I be the coolest little nigga, you can meet me/
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you/
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the street/
When I draw down, let me hear you say fuck the law down/
Rawest niggas in the town, ready to thug and go down/
Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto, let me see you throw them thangs/
And if it's real, nigga keep it real show me your game/
I'm sure gonna claim, what the fuck is mine, my nigga I'll take it/
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it/
Gimme your money, drop them keys, it's a jack move bitch/
And since you haters ain't got no business that's how we attack your shit/
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy, and the media might ban me/
Nigga this Mo' Thug Family is for real
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money before it all gets spent up/
And you wanna get rid of a hood bitch, good game/
And every bitch said I'm a good bitch fuckin with my wood grain/
Everybody still playing that hood game quie/
Especially when it squandered my environment, ain't nothing but niggas dying
In them chemical bed injections in Jasper, Texas/
Split up these niggas off in different sections, don't hate my message/
Destiny led to mimic, chastity for my daughter/
Wad up a niggas sherm and come listen to the sermon/
Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle/
But everybody know I got some problems, had dreams of the Apollo/
The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't front a nigga nothing/
Same niggas still hate me from sundown to sun up/
Run up and get your grind on blindly, elevate til time gone
aye-o, aye-o, aye-o
-Flesh n Bone-
Ah dawg finna haul off lead, sawed-off head/
Nigga you dripping, soaking bloody red body/
Be begging me no bombs, shoulda capped like 2pac with a glock/
Me deadly, better not upset my thug mentality/
Sucka you know you done fucked up don't you/
Niggas running up blasting big ass triggers/
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky/
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane/
For the non tame insane human only the Fifth Dawg, the fuck you thought/
Muthafuck the fame for the fact the shit is a phat game/
Gon' remain number one in the land/
Flesh struggled to get, bang bang, bang/
I dropped five dawgs in the name of the Lord/
I say now how many dragons will I have to slay today?/
Will I raise my gauge, Oh God!/
How will I teach ya, but it's these tactics that need daily practice/
People I'm ah let you that you want havoc have it/
Running up you sons of bastards blasting/
We sons of assassins, mashing collecting more cash/
That's true, you're feeling it nigga, said all my babies get a million/
Struggle with a villian, hit him with a venomous blow/
I call on my mighty arch angel/
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo/
We the tightest you know Mo' the mighty/
Yes trues humbly united, my family never divided/
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo' Thug, Millennium Seventh Sign to the F.B.I.
You wanna come test my enterprise?/
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your muthafucking eyes!/
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg when I parlay/
Everyday storming your way, you better lay low/
So you might just duck to the buck exchange/
You see my niggas having a ball all day/
Since we having a ball all day, muthafuckas playa hate
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album BTNHResurrection