This track is tight, you should be clappin' your hands/ Clap, clappin' your hands, your hands/ This record starts, you should be clappin' your hands/ Clap, clappin' your hands, your hands/ This track is tight, you should be clappin' your hands/ Clap, clappin' your hands, your hands/ This record starts, you should be clappin' your hands/ Clap, clappin' your hands, your hands
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
As we ride, by end of the night, night you will envision how thugstas play/ Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal we see blue light/ As we ride, by end of the night, night you will envision how thugstas play/ Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal we see blue light
-Bizzy Bone-
He wanted to get Rip/ Equipped my sawed-off, polish it off, artillery plenty/ Soon as I'm finished my pistols' be jealous, especially .357/ Me finish you/ Buck! And me bang you/ What's your magnum for? You crept and you came, ain't shit changed/ M-11s, Grenades, and them AK-47s bang! Niggas insane/ You came and you went/ Now bet on the realest all the way to the bank/ And you fake, thinkin' you Gantsa Gangsta/ Gettin' a demon, you can conjure up/ And see if we get angels' pinnin' my ankles/ Bloody murder, fuck with Jesus/ He done creepin' deep, puttin' those to sleep 'til I raise up on my enemy/ Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and four hundred years of oppression/ Spread the message, I finished, diminished you so-called critics, and fuck them Billboards, and the Billboard status, me kick it/ You fucked-up for awhile, for a day that I was at trial/ Man, and I don't know how/ Style through with them crowds/ And now I got to kick it/ Get on the ground, wantin' my people to gather around/ Remember the sound of the rounds came from my town, and only a bitch would bite, that we can't allow/ Then they won't claim my style, ready to beat you down/ Hittin' them tombstones, sellin' volumes/ Get in them costumes, now bounce/ One hell of a Makaveli pinnin' my pistols steady, ready/ And buck them flames, aim for the pressure point/ A point where I break your head (Head, head, head...)
-Krayzie Bone-
I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pullin' me "Yo, but some nigga just told me. He put in your record and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P" Should've put 'em in a coffin, now/ Go seek 'em and found/ Pow! Pow! Put 'em in a river/ Now nigga, Who wild? wild? "What an incredible style" That's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it down/ We see that you fucked with a deadly crowd so nigga just turn your ass out/ Whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club/ Ready to slang slugs/ Nigga done got too drunk and forgot that we claim thug/ Nigga this shit is ridiculous just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us/ Buck you to Hell/ It was nigga you down with us/ Nigga, you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust/ Aw fuck! Left his guts in my trunk/ Nigga tried a 211, fucked around, got 187/ Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery/ We come in peace, nigga please, freeze! Put 'em on they knees/ Nigga don't even breathe/ And these are the warriors, killa's destroyin' you/ You're gonna die
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
The hation season is ceasin' agree? Nigga let this be the reason, niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven/ Stoppin' you bitches from breathin' time is up/ You know you can't catch that thugsta raps/ fin to put down payments, criminal mind state of a lyricist/ Wanna test nuts? Nigga, hear this/ My niggas are down with murda mo'/ Real thugas and killas that claim/ I'm ready to win it my nigga, now bet it be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same/ But artillery shops be stackin' Bone got heat for Armageddon/ Ready for the war all day, want action? Playa hation, ateady we spray, hit 'em with the Buck! Buck! Bang! My nigga, the shit don't stop/ The government all on my dick, wanna see Lil' Lay Bone drop/ You see the policemen, they give me no break/ Fin to rest in peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate, no thanks/ I got mo' money up out of the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks/ Refuse the peace and never-the-less you can roll with the Bone so come on, so come on
-Wish Bone-
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me cause I got Mo! Thug, Bone Thugs N Harmony and that's my cavalry/ If you ride with Bone you ain't alone, nigga trust us/ Follow me down to wicked streets I grew up on/ Wanna sound like us, and none of you do we come for you/ Kiss Mommy bye-bye, you gon' die/ And I got heat for every heat you bring/ You shoot, we shoot/ Better watch out, watch out for them thugsta nigga, niggas sneakin' up on you/ I told you it's comin' Armageddon (It's comin' Armageddon) A new world order (New world order) If we get our shit together/ Bitches ain't nothin' we none, make this shit on the streets for you to know/ To know we gettin' our shit together, better get your shit together cause when you go, you go, you go
-Chorus-
-Flesh n Bone-
I'm lettin em go to the B, Eternaly/ Mo Thugs my mutha fuckin family/ Givin up love to the one n only, G, my mentor Eazy E Rest in Peace/ Comin through the dawn of a new millenium , Art of War/ Hittin you with the scriputures/ Ever we're down for war/ Keepin you warned/ Deep in the story/ Niggas aint ready for what they brung/ Dumpin the mystic expirence to cover your body/ Heard ya ready for new world order/ Left your body numb in the grave/ Illuminati gone/ Killas who be recivin the mark of the beast/ My nigga police ya/ Look at the logic in the skys/ Cover your eyes/ Let me break the lies/ Whys the feelin of livin have to be the feelin of a shot like a pop/ I'm ready ta die, I'm ready to hop in the ride for a drive by/ Wet em up and tell them "Bye bye"/ This time he goes bye bye/ Better be quick when we pop him/ We be the wicked five (five)/ (??) / Mo Thugs we rule this thug shit/ You better not be the one that my 9 millimeter completes/ Pull out my still hoes/ You know what it is, the real deal hoes/ Hit em up with the scriptures
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Art of War
Samples "Loves Gonna Getcha" By Boogie Down Productions