Nigga, nigga, nigga/ P and Bone nigga, ughhhhhhh/
And we be here till we dead and gone nigga
-Master P-
I couldn't gang bang/
With crips and bloods/
But i could stand on the corner/
Wit killas and drugs/
They healing/
Outlaws that reaching for souls/
We ghetto niggas/
600, Fearris, and Rolls/
We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it/
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy/
We gon hang niggas/
We gon bang niggas/
We gon slang niggas/
Cause we trigger niggas/
Banger got cheese nigga/
Never fall nigga/
Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga/
Cause I'm a soldier/
No Limit finest/
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds/
Uhh uhh, hit 'em up nigga/
Get 'em get 'em get 'em/
Miss me I'ma split 'em/
Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em/
Uhh - uhh/
Or else East 99 will get with 'em
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
Little Lay done traveled around the world/
Caught a few cases/
Seen so many faces and so many places/
Ace this game/
Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis/
Give me my spaces/
Show me some love though/
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"/
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back?/
Little nig just don't know where my thugs at/
Some at the track on the back chrome gat/
Some around the corner selling that crack/
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong/
Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone/
May they rest in peace/
My nigga sleep/
Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased/
Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E/
T-Rock got shot,
Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed/
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land/
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man/
So you understand/
Now whats wrong with your game/
Wounds be getting to shooting/
Fuck the law/
Keep packing that steel/
Real real when your riding the feel just chill/
And peace will be still/
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans/
Across the sea and ocean/
Master P and Bone Thugs/
Coast to coast/
We steadily rolling putting it down
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
Niggas niggas if you with me/
Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car/
Reach in the back for the AK/
Okay/
Lets see if you ready for war/
Scoping the targe/
Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it/
Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs/
Shit/
Bitch hear me ticking/
I'm bound to blow/
Nigga better get on the floor/
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank/
Look in my eyes/
They so surprised/
Cause they must have thought I was studio/
What do ya know/
Nigga jumped out of the video and fucked you up/
Aw shit/
Here come the police/
Now tell me what it is you want?/
I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot/
Lets get it on/
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps/
Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back/
Fucked up/
We wouldn't of had to resort to violence/
But man the nigga was raised that way/
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today/
But what can I say?/
I picked a fucked up game to play/
So I gotta get up and move out/
Face the shoot out/
So I'll be on my way
-Chorus-
-Wish Bone-
Yeah yeah/
In the mist of the ghetto/
When I fly ride by die/
Niggas wanna let go/
It's a pain just to maintain/
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing/
Still from the streets/
Indeed you'll bleed when your fucking with me and B-O-N-E/
Yeahhh/
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors/
Fuck them stories that them haters be telling/
Huh/
You run up we murder ya/
Stressed out niggas on weed/
Fuck niggas don't like me and police/
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end/
All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends, make ends/
Anyday can be your last one/
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns/
Don't you wanna have some fun/
Come come/
Bloody red red rum
-Flesh n Bone-
Me telling ya/
Yeah/
See me and my niggas we down for whatever/
Yah heard me?/
No matter the cause/
Follow my paper chase thats straight to the income/
Ya'll get fifth thugs/
Your nigga thats ready for war/
Lets battle/
Stepping with cannons/
Come with my handbook/
Niggas will get off when this rattle/
But if you choose you lose/
Them niggas will fucking fool/
Come and get a abused/
If you've paid your dues/
My niggas you've learned the golden rule/
You gotta do what you gotta do/
But priceless/
So many done test don't try me/
Off in another ride/
Niggas come to stay true/
Digging his grave/
They dieing/
They recognize the Cles from C-L-E/
Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans/
My niggas at No Limit/
Gotta make more cheese/ It's Bone and P
-Chorus-
-Master P-Outro-
Ha ha. P and Bone nigga. Yah heard me? And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga (Dead and gone nigga). This is dedicated to every mother fucking rapper that went before us. Yah heard me?