Better not be so quick test us (May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)/ Cause we'll come to kill ya, now / We'll kill ya, now
-Krayzie Bone-
Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, dig that/
And still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas/
in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?/
Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"/
No, I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine/
'Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times/
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say/
"Oh, my!" but check it out, though/
I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all/
And I made it, takin' out my weed/Here, stay high, nigga/
So paranoia is factor (Factor) when a nigga wanna act up (Act up)/
Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he look at my sawed-offs/
And they figure they can try me/
Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin/
Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin/
Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate/
And say that we ain't true to what we say/
But then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate/
We bang them fuckin' brains (We bang them brains)/
But then, we switch subject/
And fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick/
Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style/
Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town/
It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals/
So here we go, got a gun should I buck 'em on down?/
Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?/
Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh?/
I'm so full anguish/
Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it/
But they can't get the hang of it/
Yeah
-Chorus-
-Flesh n Bone-
Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone cold/
I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time/
That they shot a nigga straight to the temple/
Done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin/
Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again/
Here to pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday/
So say, "Mo," and it's still this strong to brain/
I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's happenin' in the hood/
It's all good/Niggas, they thug us, smuggle/
Roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for life/
If you pull a shyste off to the fiends/
Then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up/
Yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah/
We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect/
'Cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the dark/
And I sped off with the quickness, strikin/
Send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug/
And they thought that I bruise easily/
Come, they go through this little, (Spin 'em)/
Most of what goes around, comes around/
Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us/
To the chest, Flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun/
They change in a whole new muthafuckin' attitude
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
Nigga, let me in/
Double glock and never about to change, man/
To the temple I aim and claim to gain control/
Fin to rid your soul, creep or roll/
Put some pressure on these hoes that, yo/
They pose as foes, gotta let 'em know/
Got a nation of my niggas out to back me/
Got another nation killas out to try to jack me/
Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?/
Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose (You lose)/
Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction/
They down with the puffin', the passin', lookin' for some action/
Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse/
If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps/
And a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it/
Sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me/
You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it/
Givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord/
And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit/
Because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real it's gon' feel/
But I bet that after all of y'all fall/
that the faker's gonna perish in the fire/
Dip, and you know when I'm rollin'/
I'm equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam/
And I gladly put it on ya from the land of California/
Leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean/
Yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with K.B/
We gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see/
Any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on
-Wish Bone-
Lately I've been hearin niggas wanna bite the Bone, bite the Bone/
Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong?/
Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow/
We shoot 'em up, buck/
Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation/
Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em/
And biters, everytime I see you on T.V.
it makes me feel good/
'Cause I know when we run up on you
you'll see we, we gotta get paid good/
Nigga, don't shit come for free in this land of poverty/
Bone in harmony, we hungry/
Since it's all about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money/
Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz/
Should I let 'em spin on all of y'all,
should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters?/
Everything we write, I swear, it's all original/
Niggas mad at Bone because we be all original (All original)
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Art of War