Money On Tha Wood
L-Burna (aka Layzie Bone) featuring Bizzy Bone,Skant,E-Mortal Thugs
-Bizzy Bone-
Nigga I told these niggas they are not ready fo yo shit homeboy.

-Layzie Bone-
Man they aint ready for this Mo Thug, ThugLine, 7th Sign type shit nigga. You know how we do it. These niggas can't fuck with us like I told ya. Naw nigga.

-(Bizzy Bone) with Layzie Bone-Chorus-
Put yo money on the wood/ Put yo money on the wood and make the bank roll good (Yellin’ mo murda with the felon ...)

-Bizzy Bone-
Poor nigga, dirt broke, house full of rats, roaches!/ Mind of a Bone Thug, now what do they hope for us?/ Lets hope there’s so many thugs, we’ll never change/ Reloaded my .38 shell and just rolled out to make some money, and on me Bone baby, patrol cuz we always ready for war, always ready for more, pray for the brimstone, fake niggas with big problems/ I don’t need no eye full to make me focuss, yell at the poachers, look Satan, come give me your focus/ Local niggas can sue me, bitch, been givin’ away all my jewelry, open up, come down the corner with my uzi’s and extensions/ One hundred shot clip, with a question, when you die, was it really worth it?/ Work the vest and invincible, I done pressed him/ Learn lessons, never trust a bitch, never trust a bitch, quit stressin quit stressin!

-Layzie Bone-
Now I don't fuck with these hoes B.B. It's all business on mine grind time believe that. L-Burna put the flames on ya. Im the flame thrower. My mothafuckin self nigga (Ya, numba 1. Bone bone bone bone)

Now, I put the flames to the gasoline/ You wanna see me and the soldiers blowin up (Boom), foldin up something that’s green/ Now you wanna be on our team?/ Bling blings be my diamonds, glistening, shinning, you see it/ You got some shit that’s on your mind, well I’m that nigga that’ll free it/ I’m heated heavy like the rest of y’all, who the fuck really ready?/ Hit hazel dell in the Chevy, talkin’ with Vicky and Betty/ Now, let me explain one thing, they call me the boss, I got the clout/ I’m the nigga with my dick in ya mouth, nuts in ya mouth/ They call me the king of the castle, nigga, I’m rollin’ with God/We some thugs in and out the mob, government wanna do me a job/ They can keep it, ain’t no secret when it come to the Bone/ I’m comin’ fully automatic chrome, buckin at your dome, nigga!

-Chorus-

-Freaky G-
Buckin' with thugstas also, ain't no obstacle, get lots of dough/ Takin' total control of your radio, mysterio/ Poppin' them niggas, singles up/ Havin' the 3D, real thugs/ Off in the back street, back up G/ Put shit down thuggish ruggish

-PD-
See, team's that's all of my riches/ Facin these niggas at all sorts of collisions, check out my riches/ See it's clearly Gambini, Layzie and E-M-T, don't forget about my other nigga Freaky G/ Remember, my name is PD! Bailin' and sellin' we gotta get paid G/ I tell 'em I'm out here runnin' the shows/ I only be rollin with Bone (?)/ You ready for war/ Stockin' the brick and them I'm gone

-Lil D-
It's murder for money, in the alley countin' them twenties and hundreds/ Lovin' and lustin' I'm with it, the guns bustin'/ I'm touchin' any nigga rushin'/ Don't fuck with us busta cause we quick to straight fip and unload the pistol on suckas/ Puttin' the hurtin' on niggas/ When we ride, the die, that's why we killas/ Enemies and bitch niggas be wishin' they can get with us

-Stew Deez-
Sleep walkin, stalkin runnin with the gauge what a wonderful day/ Where they lay, these thugs don't play/ Cause in these days, you gotta be strapped with gats and be ready for attack/ Mo Thugs comin out the back with all straps and stuff and you know its just like that/ When we come we rat-tat-tat/ Lets get it we winnin, you feel it my nigga/ We platinum we gotta get all these millions/ Lets get it we winnin, you feel it my nigga/ We platinum we gotta get all these millions/ Lets get it we winnin, you feel it my nigga/ We platinum we gotta get all these millions (Niggas)/ We platinum we gotta get all these millions

-Chorus-

-Freaky G-
Steadily blastin on mothafuckin ass's/ Ready to attack and blast, don't wanna get drastic/ Bullets be passin, leavin you niggas up in a fuckin casket/ Fuck the gangs, I bustin they brains/ And sticken them niggas all up in the grave/ Thinkin I'm playin? Aks be sprayin, nigga you better be prayin/ Thinkin you hard, nigga you scared? Mothafuckas better be ready/ Fuck em fuck em, nigga you dead/ Havin no love, and sheddin no tears

-Skant-
Ya I'm here, to rock it, to set it off/ Skant Bone the lyrical miracle/ Bitch smacka, don't make me snap you and buck buck/ Yall up in the flame flurry/ And I got my family, who backin me, with a stack of Gs/ We so thuggish ruggish, make mothafuckas cross the street/ You willin to test, we lay you to rest/ We puttin it down, Mo Thugs runnin this shit and makin the world go round, nigga

-Chorus-

-Layzie Bone-Outro-
(Mo Thug! Mo Thug!) Ya drop it like its hot. Not like its not. You fake ass, corny ass, wannabe Bone Thug, Mo Thug clonin ass fake ass Gs. Put yo money on da wood. I'ma take it everytime. FUCK yall niggas, Mo Thug bitch!
Recorded for the L-Burna album Thug By Nature (Bonus disc only)