Yall ready? Ok. Yea, Krayzie Jackon. I wanna take this time out right now, to holla at my dawgs, you know I'm sayin? My Bone Thug niggas. I ain't holla'd at yall niggas in a minute, on some real. You know what I'm sayin? So what I wanna do right here is I wanna dedicate this to yall, my dawgs.
-Krayzie Bone-
Yo, what up my nigga? It's been a minute since I saw ya (Saw ya)/ I hear ya lawyer's still tryin ta get that appeal for ya (For ya)/ Wanted to holla to tell you what's poppin, but you probably, already know, we've been goin through problems/ Anyway I, hear you been exercisin and gettin strong in the mind/ I hear you been searchin for God inside the Kuran/ That's cool man, I've been prayed up myself/ I pray for my health, and stress way less for wealth now (Now)/ I'm still a soldier but I'm tryna be one for Jehovah/ We in the last days and the last days is almost over/ We all older now, our minds much stronger now/ I can see in your letters, your vocabulary's broader now/ I wish we would have been this smart before we let this game rip us apart/ But we forgot the guard was our heart (Heart...)/ But don't even sweat it, my nigga stay strong, and we gon' kick it when you come home/ My nigga Flesh n Bone (Flesh n Bone)
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
I remember, remember back in the day/ When we all used to hang/ Yea, back in the hood it was a happy day, everyday/ Yall remember, how we got in this game? We was all in the same, but than came the fame/ And thangs changed, thangs changed
-Krayzie Bone-
What up Lay? Hope you and your family, OK/ I don't even know where I should begin, because I got so many things to say/ We been dawgs since the 7th grade, the 7th grade/ Struck it together for a better way, and better days/ We was Kid n Play, Kriss Kross and all them niggas they called you "The light one" and of course I was "the dark skinned one"/ Hey, you was the human beat box, and I was the rapper in the battle in between classes/ Those days, they ain't the same no more/ We don't even hang no more/ We let the fame destroy, somethin that's worth way more/ Cause friends, kinda hard to come by, ain't no tellin these days/ We shoulda seen it comin, ain't no trustin these snakes/ But all in all (All) we had a ball (Ball) and even though we took a fall (Fall) it's not for long, for sho'/ We'd be some damn fools, if we let some silly egos come between us, some damn Trues and cause our fam. fueds/ My niggas...
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-Krayzie Bone-
Wish, my nigga I could clearly remember/ See, me and you go way back to that day and night in November (Or was it December?)/ When we was mobbin, tryin ta rob some niggas/ And I was high, put the slug in the pump and I cocked it nigga/ But I had my finger still on the trigger (Oh my god, my nigga!)/ Screamin at me like "You shot me nigga!" and I was shocked, my nigga/ My ears startin ringing, I was tweakin, blood was squirtin, you was swervin on the curb man, word man/ Rushed to emergency, coppers came in arrestin me/ Even though you told them I didn't do it, they cuffin me (Cuffin me)/ You told them "We was just chillin, and niggas hit us"/ Half dead and ain't snitchen, and that's the realest (That was the realest)/ That's why we still down, what's really real now? Make ya feel how, we in it to win it wit our ill style (Ill style)/ You suckas better recognize, better check it/ When Krayzie and Wish hit em with ThugLine Records nigga
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-Krayzie Bone-
I ain't forgot ya Bizzy Bone, what's happenin? We was always in some action, straight to Bracklin, it's crackin/ We walk the street together, starved and ain't eat together/ Slept outside in zero below, it's gon' freeze together/ I remember how I went to the county, and when I got you you went to bustin your pistol, nigga you rowdy/ Now how did all of a sudden get so cloudy? (So cloudy)/ They say "Krayzie got problems with Bizzy, that's why they, they breakin up" the only problem I had was you runnin out on the band/ But you explained to me deeper, and now I understand/ So why's niggas beefin, when it's cheese to get? And bread to stack, and heads to crack/ We got a deadly rap, nigga together we the coldest (Coldest)/ The realest East ninety-nine soldiers (Soldiers)/ United we ball, divided we fall/ When Bone come back, we silence em all (Fo real nigga)
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Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Gemini: Good vs. Evil