187 is a lesson for them niggas that want to test/ Bring more than one cause me shotgun'll be buckin' your chest/ Wanna be Mo! Thug? Thugsta mentality runs through the Bone/ Pop, pop to the dome, fall short to the chrome, gift wrap that bitch ass on/ Much love for the green leaves but me trues have to ease me down/ Puff, puff; Head rush/ Poppin' in me clip and I got plenty rounds/ Me no pretender, no studio thugsta, Bone'll get with you (with you) And if me miss you Strate, # 1 and the Ripsta swing, watch 'em hit you (hit you) So we can swang (We can swang) Down for me thang (down for me thang) Finna blow to the brain/ Thought you could hang/ When I swang them thangs, yhat's insane/ Stay low (Stay low) So them po-pos they know me no surrender/ Them niggas on the street they remember Bone as being no pretender/ Standin' up on the block, 9 millimeter cocked in me hand and me got me niggas lookin' after me back and them watch (Let them rott) Holdin' watch/ You know it's nothin' but the neighborhood thang/ It's mandatory for me neighborhood slang
Available on the Bone Thugs N Harmony album Art Of War