Black nigga killa/ Hate brought death around the block as our hollow points bust through the punk's back/ Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate/ Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace/ I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind/ Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers/ A 30.06 with the scope, I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast/ Muthafuckas catchin' heat as I bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber/ The evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the back slow and push lead through that nigga's flesh/ Ain't no hope when every nigga wants to be the nine milla, on the trigger, the black nigga killa
-Krayzie Bone-
We be the mighty warrior/ Black nigga killa, what's up?/ You ready to die?/ You think you can fuck with them thug niggas?/ Come on, tell me the truth, nigga/ Look in my eyes/ Bitch, we get live/ Bone thugs-n-harmony, nigga, Cleveland's thuggish ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit/ Buck, buck/ Must let 'em know we still run this bitch, just like an assassin/ Say, nigga, we nice but can get nasty/ Get into war, what else can it be?/ Nigga, you know what we came here for/ You know, when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious, playin no jokes/ Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's a show?/ Okay nigga, let's see if this a real fo'-fo/ You thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us in person so here we go (Here we go)/ What is your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em as quick as we launch 'em/ Fuckin' with killas/ Nigga, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer
-Wish Bone-
Say, we some killers for sho (Sho), hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll/ Niggas out plottin' to fuck with us, but I'm givin' you one warnin', that's a no-no/ 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to die, to die/ Nigga, bye bye/ Shots might be fired/ Yeah/ Everybody gon' run?/ Nah/ Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day i'll fire!/ Here I come, come/ And you don't wanna see we like that (That, that), 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap/ Really just out for the money, ya'll/ Really don't wan' hurt none of y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "Fuck y'all/Fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters/ All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters"
-Chorus-
-Flesh n Bone-
I'm servin' these bitches daily/ I'm a black nigga killa, that's what you can label me/ Unfadable, see, you don't really wanna fuck with us/ You can't touch us, you ain't able/ Rest in peace/ Flesh creep then sneak with a streetsweeper/ Niggas don't ever know what hit 'em/ I split 'em and snatch that soul like the Reaper/ Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, toat over a hundred pounds?/ Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose while I stroll, and who wanna fuck with me now?/ Lay 'em all down when I come to your town and clown/ I bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back/ Stack, that black nigga killa
-Layzie Bone-
(Cause dyin' be easy) Nigga, you know what Bone be sayin/ Rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin/ Aw, shit, just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer/ We black nigga killas and down to ride for E (E)/ He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be, N.W.A, nigga B-O-N-E/ All around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like troops/ Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you/ Picture yourself in a coffin, so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde/ Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodge in your ass, simply for the cash/ Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places/ Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis/ Gimme my space, shit, show me some love, though/ Just pump your fist in the air and holla, "Mo!" Could you do me that?/ And I'll hit you back/ Little nigga just wanna know, where my thugs at?/ Some at the track in the back, on yak/ Some niggas on corner, out sellin that crack/ Some of my thugs grave, long gone, a lot of my niggas' at home playin' Bone/ Could they rest in peace?/ My niggas sleep/ Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E/ T-Rock got shot, T-Rock got shot/ Lord bless the C (Bless the C) thats why (That's why) I shoot, shoot 'em up/ Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up/ I shoot, shoot 'em up/ Shoot 'em up, always, nigga, always/ That's why I shoot 'em up
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album The Collection, Volume 1