I'm sendin' a message to warn you imposters, all hatin' in my business, when I see you I'm a drop you/ Get slugged and get drugged, my niggas'll hustle to pay the judge/ Got you when I spot you I should pop you, even the boss was tellin' me not to, but I won't stop until they get shot/ When they get out the hospital, they gonna get shot, too/ The last one we greeted and they got better walkin' and weavin' when I leave and flees to Cleveland/ Now murder 'em and rest in peace and good-bye/ We're shuttin' it down and now we're prowlin' niggas from alleys/ Clonin' our sound, we found your town, now is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go/ Any and all niggas'll fall off in they sleep/ And even oppose and order them hoes gonna be flee bitch/ Fuck with me then see that my lil' aliens, yeah/ We come to your city and really put it on down with the pistol/ Can you feel me, feel me
-Layzie Bone-
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 thinkin' "What's the consequence?" Now I'm about to get real deadly, ready for the war and just start bombin' shit/ Tryin' to cop my clique? Hell no! Real raw, y'all niggas thought this was a game? Now, it's time to make you feel the pain, want to 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 matter, scattered/ Run for the border, your career is gettin' shorter/ Nigga, better hide cause I already warned you Mo! Thug Records' takin' over, I told you/ Soldier, man your post, better cover your coast and lock all entries/ If one of my sounds is off in your town, then it's goin' down by the means infantry/ Instantly fin to be World War 3 if you fuckin' 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 goin' platinum everytime/ I'm ready to ride, you ready to ride? It's do or die then, nigga, I die/ I jumped in my 5-double-O/ If you got it better flaunt it I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks, and cock the glock/ And make you want it/ Come get it and while you're rappin' on your song just remember, no pretender bitch/ You hoes ain't Bone
-Chorus-Krayzie-
I hope you (You...) realize that you ain't Bone; You ain't Bone/ Why don't you (You...)
realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone/ Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) to let 'em know that we're chargin'/ Clones pay/ Come on, Now, ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) to let 'em know that we're chargin'/ Clones pay, pay
-Bizzy Bone-
Straight from the corner and I'm a thug/ All my diamonds; I bet you wanted to stop my shinin' didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign, see, blinded/ Run, but they findin' me in mine; I get by and critical with a pistol; With pistols/ Feel 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, 20 glocks with beams, and T-N-T/ Nigga, roll with me/ Burial; Fuck the world when I deal, hope I repent cause if the world ain't sayin' it; It just might catch me up in heaven, but I'm a work this earth till it hurts/ Got to done make the worse all the way through trial; I'm back in the court for some dirt/ Bring 'em off soil/ They wait for the alarm/ I curse that silly-ass bitch said I stole a purse and at them bullshit awards, but they told me I stole underneath 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-
These niggas wanna erase me, cause they can't face me/ Crash, collide with the niggas that hate me/ Fuckin' with the real y'all see how the fake be/ Duck in the cut, tryin' to look for safety/ Make me reach for my pistol and pop it/ Niggas gon' pay on the day that I spot him; Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy all the way to the rodeo/ Killin' all carbon-copies/ I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe indeed/ I grieve for the world/ What's next? It's all about respect/ Bitch-nigga I'm a get that shit if I don't get nothin' else/ To the end I'm steady flippin' fuck the world till they give Bone props/ Nigga, you got knocked on blocks with rocks/ Beat down by the cops, and it still don't stop; Glock Glock, I'm grindin'/ Steadily climbin' to the top of the charts, where you wanna be/ Off in my prime and all about timin' as I look at my shit make history, no mystery/ Mistook, and nigga, that 8-time platinum real/ How do you feel to the thugs appeal? Made-nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal? Should've kept
it real and quit frontin'/ Nigga, go round-for-round with the best/ Nigga, step up and meet
your death fuckin' with Kray, Lil' Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh/ Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest, and it's on; Nigga, realize or you die you bitch-ass niggas ain't Bone, Bone, Bone
-Chorus-
Available on the Bone Thugs N Harmony album Art Of War
Contains an interpolation of "Ring The Alarm" by Fu Schnickens