(You ain't Bone) I'm sending a message to warn you imposters/All hating in my business/When I see you I'm a drop you/Get slugged and get drugged/My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge/Got you when I spot you I should pop you/Even the boss was telling me not to/But I won't stop until they get shot/When they get out the hospital/They gonna get shot, too/The fast one bringing that AK/Better walk, then we even/When I leave and flees to Cleveland/Now, murder 'em and rest in peaceSo goodbye/We're shutting it downAnd now we're prowling niggas from alleys/Cloning our sound, we found your town/Now is you ready for the war?Cry loud and go/Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep/And even oppose and order them hoes/Gonna flee with me?/Bitch, fuck with me then see that/My little aliens, yeah/We come to your city/Can they really/Put it on down with the pistol?/Can you feel me, feel me?
-Layzie Bone-
(Ya) They beat biters, dope-style takers/When I see you face-to-face/My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater/You niggas ain't Bone, you clone/You wrong/What the fuck?/You niggas ain't thinking/What's the consequence?/Now I'm 'bout to get/Real deadly/Ready for the war/When we just start bombing shit/Trying to cop my click?/Hell no! Real rawY'all niggas thought this was a game?/Now it's time to make you feel the pain/Wanna test my everyday thang?/I aim straight for your temple/It's really that simple when I seen it splatter/Had I even killed one of you clones/Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matterScattered/Run for the border/Your career is getting shorter/Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya Mo Thug Records taking overI told ya/Soldier man your post/Better cover your coast and lock all entries/If one of my sounds is off in your townThen it's going down by the means infantryInstantly finna be World War 3/If you fucking with my family jewels/You fools!/You niggas break golden rules/Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes/Bone Thugs-n-Harmony/Them niggas going platinum every time/I'm ready to ride/You ready to ride?/It's do or die/Then, nigga, I die/I jump in my Five Double-O/If you got it, better flaunt it/I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks/And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it/Come get it/And while you're rapping/On your song, just remember no pretenders/Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!
-Bizzy Bone-
Straight from the corner and I'm a thug/All my diamonds/I bet you wanted to stop my shining/Didn't we warn you, nigga?/The sign/See? Blinded/Run but they finding/Me in my Double-big-Five-O/And critical with a pistol/With pistols/Feel that the verbal 'll/Serve you/Heard my words/Are satanic and wishful/Then see you all get pissed off/My generals need no horse/We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks/With beams, and TNT/Nigga roll with me/Burial/Fuck the world!/When I deal, hope I repented/Cause if the world I resented/It just might catch me up in heaven/But I'm a work this earth til it hurts/Gotta done make the worse/All the way through trial/I'm back in the court for some dirt/Get 'em off soil/They wait for alarm/I curse that silly ass bitch said I stoled a purse/And at them bullshit awards/But they told me/I stole beneath of my shirt. And it makes me sick/Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands/Fuck with it/Put it on your Grammy/Even my mammy's scared to tell/And deep in my mind, devil seeped in/Scary/Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me/Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone
-Layzie Bone-
Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture/Fin to get ya and hit ya with magic/Droppin’ down licks, but I call it my gadgets/With an automatic status, we spray/Time to load the glocks, but I'm thinkin' now, it’s another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do, so I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight, and I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue/Biggy-blue's on my ass/Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'? Grab artillery/A nigga start packin, 'cause a muthafucka tried to get me in a jackin', and I did him/Hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise/Wanna test a nigga's size, and it cost him/Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit, y'all get mo murdered all day, all day/We done paved the way, and I'm on the run/I'm a call my boys, and bring all the guns/Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum.
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Art of War