Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow/
I flow (Flow) when I go (Go) in flow mo
-Layzie Bone-
Layzie Bone is in the house/I 'm gettin it starrr-ted up, and it's my parrr-t of the cut to let you know that the harrr-der nut, the harder you're stuck/ I get the gauge, and let it blast, and then you’re shot, and then you drop/ Your popped, so now I gots to free the block/ I'm breakin em, takin em, makin em, fakin em, shakin em off/ Something hype, I rocks the mic, yes I'm hype, I love to write, so don't you bite/ Yeah, I'm the Bone, that nigga that's on the microphone/ You shoulda known, you're fuckin with me, yeah, it's on, cuz I got Krayzie and Bizzy Bone without a doubt, Wish Bone, and my bigger brother Stan Howse/ So call your posse/ You gon need em when the Bone's approachin, cause I be doin a flow motion
-Wish Bone-
We never get caught whenever we run, because we throw bolos/ I'm hypin em up, and strikin em up, to keep em in flow mo/Y ou step and you're stuck/ Now, what in the fuck is up with this dumb shit?/ I'm packin a nine most all of the time, now back up bitch/ I'm locked down all the time because I might go psycho, for drinkin that Cisco and poppin my pistol/ You're claimin you're rough/ I'm callin your bluff/ So, what's up, sucka?/ I'm callin my niggas, pullin them triggers quicker than a muthafucka
-Bone-
I flow (Flow) when I go (Go) in flow mo...
-Bizzy Bone-(Layzie Bone)-
A one-eighty-seven, a lesson for niggas who think they get with the Bone/ The weapon is kept in a trench, and, so gimme the gat/ And punks are shown there's nothing flow like flow mo/ I flow with the Bone, no never go solo, time and time again, think I'm gonna need to smoke em/ So, so, no, no, cuz I don't think that Biz will ever back down, you cross our way, so you sing, then you chill in the background, I'm psycho and like no otha nigga on my level, let's meet at the cemetery, and no, don't forget the shovels (I'm diggin a ditch) for the sucka who thought that they could fade me, chillin with my nigga Wish, Layzie and Krayzie, the gauge be pointed at your temple in the land, my F-L-O-M-O-T-I-O-N can
-Bone-
Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow...
-Krayzie Bone-
Well it's the nigga ... once again, and niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend, see all that they win is a MAC-10 that’s blastin, pick up my gun, and you're running now from the assassin, pumpin the clip and you askin, "Who in the fuck was that masked man?"/ The nigga that pulled the trigger/ Cause I'm slimmer they figured they bigger, but when you can see the real killer that’s peelin your cap, that must be the nigga that's runnin the pack, they step so pack ya gat, tossin ya life/ I proceed with the murder, servin ya up in a coffin, your fucked, niggas get nervous, they heard that I buck, so duck, think your winnin when I got my steel, and I'm feelin it, wettin ya, feelin the pain, well like I'm insane, and now I can throw the gauge straight to your brain, there's never another to go with a brother/ I’ll smother a sucker then go undercover, we leave em in gutters, ain't gonna get caught, but who was the sucka that squealed on a murder?/ Well, one-eighty-seven, the weapon is kept and ya step and ya learnin ya lesson, I grabbed my Smith & Wesson for punks that run the test, and so punks get ready to drop cuz I'm on a roll and you'll get smoked, and I'm kickin a gangsta twist, let's keep em movin in flow mo ...
-Hook-
Recorded for the BONE Enterpri$e album Faces of Death (This version NOT available on CD)
Contains a replayed element from "Wickedest Man Alive" by Naughty By Nature