Layzie Bone featuring Skant, Thug Queen, Capone, Dj Skail, E-Mortal Thugs
Produced by: Mauly T
-Notorious B.I.G-
It's on, nigga. It's on, nigga. You ain't a killa.
-Skant Bone-
You know thuggin' is my specialty/ So you haters and bustas better come down and listen up carefully/ Beef doesn't trouble me, we can handle it like men or take it to the streets/ I hear a lot of rap cats and they think they thugs, talkin' all that gangsta shit just to get a buzz/ Okay, I hear you got a deal, but your image is fake; All that shit you talkin' boy don't hold no weight/ I told you niggas is pussy and I tell it to your face/ I don't need a bunch of niggas, but for you it's different case/ Skant Bone's the name, down-the-way thug nigga/ I tell it to a nigga face, he ain't no killa
-Layzie Bone -
(That's right) From down-the-way to St. Claire, we niggas be uncompared/ Tell the motherfuckers we come from around here, right here/ Put a wig on a pig and we gat 'em down, you dig? Cleveland is the city that I come from
-Thug Queen-Chorus-
Hut One! Hut Two! Hut Three! Hut Four! Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war/ Hut One! Hut Two! Hut Three! Hut Four! Retaliation is what we came here for/ Hut One! Hut Two! Hut Three! Hut Four! Steady talkin' shit, now they don't want it no more/ Hut One! Hut Two! Hut Three! Hut Four! Steady talkin' shit and they ain't ready for the war
-Capone-
When I pull out the shotty, ya'll better stop hatin' (Please stop hatin)/ If not, I'll leave more spots in your bodies than Dalmations (Dalmations??)/ I don't think ya'll niggas really know who ya'll facin' (Who they facin kid?)/ In the booth, they say them dudes hotter than Satan/ For when it's beef, we known to slide in here like Jason/ I put the steel in your mouth and I ain't talkin' about braces/ Ya'll thugged out niggas turned Christian like Mase did/ And nigga, face it; Ya'll ain't dealin' with Bone/ Bitch nigga, be gone
-Dj Skail-
Attack with rap, ball bats, and concealed government gats/ I'm puttin' that high level Iron into your blood stream, and this is a fact/ Nigga, we fill plots deeper than Murder She Wrote/ Think this is a joke? Got killas that'll go for your throat/ Better yet, leave you covered in the corner like a pile of dog feces/ You gonna leave it like Osama Bin Laden, a Bush to fuckin see me/ I done fucked with enough focals to focus on the focul point of leaving your fuckin' lungs collapsed cause if my killas hit, I'm guaranteed to pick up the fuckin' slack
-Chorus-
-PD (of EMT)-
I'm back hoes, stack dough, slam 'Lac doors/ While your eyes stay shut mine wide tryin' to see mo'/ Let's see if you can see Mo! (Mo!) Thug/ There's no names on slugs, I lights flames to bud/ Any problem want to see a nigga? I'm Flip Mode, but this ain't Rah Digga, but's it's war, can ya dig it? It's written, but to feel it/ I'm spittin' you trippin' quit shittin' with that bull my nigga/ This is the shit ya bitch
-Lil D (of EMT)-
When the beef is on (Uh huh) These niggas is gone/ The only way they get a tan' from standin' in lines too long/ The call on the Law and them small helicopters 'cause when I spit I drop shit like Uni-bombers/ We don't play, we collide head on with the drama, equipt with Nine Lama, D.O.A. at the trauma/ Your Momma sheddin' tears, blamin' it on younger peers/ Keep a hammer close near and approach ya'll fears
-Chorus-
-?? (of EMT)-
It's America's Most Wanted, I step in the club zonin'/ I see a couple hoovers that I might go home with/ But then, in the meantime mush on these three guys/ These enemies, don't want beef so they best respect mine 'cause tech nine rap all wastelines, don't play a lot 'cause they ain't knowin' we paid them bouncers to stay calm/ Napalm bombs in the vest, that's what you askin' for/ Cause you don't want to be six feet stickin' your ass to asphalt
-Thug Queen-
Don't run from the bitches with telekinesis, my thesis, cause it's the power of people in the streets, give me (Freedom!) No need for competition, in a league of my own/ I'm a die with my boots on, laced up strong/ Everybody want to be a thug, I'm a primadonna, otha side, I'm a straight rider/ Don't get to close I'm might haunt ya/ Never roll with chickens, either or roll with killas/ Ride till I die, military mind/ Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four! Hut five! Shit.
Recorded for the Layzie Bone album It's Not A Game