We're not against rap.
We're not against rappers.
But we are against those thugs (Thugs thugs).
-Shatasha Williams-Chorus-
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone...
-Layzie Bone-
Your feelin' the strength of the rump/
Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel/
Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoples cause we so real/
Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin/
Bring on that ammunition, trippin' on sip/
Not to mention, never knew no competition/
But I gotta get mine, so scream out "Mo!", and let me hear ya holla/
Not about that mighty dollar/
Roll with the Bone, Mo! Thugs'll follow/
Chain gang, remainin the same/
Flamin my dank and drinkin brews/
Thinkin about that hangin, clockin my bank, and thuggin trues, foo's
-Chorus-
-Wish-
Get ready for the Bone and the Mo! Thug, bustas/
You know me as a hustla/
Try to creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under/
Straight jackets, gotta make that money, man/
It's still the same now, bailin in my black trench vest/
You gotta be down to bang bang/
Come and get this teachin, ya soldiers how thugstas must stack/
Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack, we blew on the way back
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land/
Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (Rose)/
Loc'in, steady chokin off that potent smoke/
And runnin from the po-po now/
Gotta get em up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock/
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas/
Puff, puff puff to the brain shot/
Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk/
Old English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk/
They pump bone, so leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down/
Thug runnin the nine-quad,
and you better beleive they be wantin this thug style/
So what now? See the Bone Thug claim,
thug never gonna change, so flame up/
Sit back and just smoke the same cut,
Leatherface on the creep and I came up
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Gotta give it on up to the glock glock/
Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow/
The bone in me never no hoe, so, no creepin up outta the ziplock/
So sin, sip Gin, and Lil Mo! Hart run up, nut up
And flipped in/ Than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims/
Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest/
And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest/
And gotta get through my soul,
but they won't budge/ Mud, drug me victim
the blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me
keepin' it simple, the Bone in me runnin repent, so/
To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's/
St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's/
And a buck to all my enemies
-Chorus-
-Shatasha Williams-Outro-
We got Layzie and we got Krayzie. Bizzy's in the house. Wish is in the house. And Flesh, and Shatasha. Cleveland's definitely in the house.
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Creepin On Ah Come Up