Bone Brothers (aka Layzie Bone and Bizzy Bone) featuring Krayzie Bone
Produced by:
-Krayzie Bone-
Get your hands up out my (Cenz.) pockets before I cock this AK-4-7 and rott your body/ I put's 6 plottin' (Cenz.) don't think I'm watchin'/ Got 'em in my scope, they say "Keep your enemies in focus. Watch 'em closely." (Cenz.), been takin' rollin' 9 times out of 10/ They phony 'cause of the money, man/ And that can be a dangerous thing/ 'Cause when you play with the paper, Krayzie go loco-insane/ My (Cenz.), I just let you hate; So quit tellin' (Cenz.) you my brother, (Cenz.) 'cause I just done met ya/ So don't play it too close, keep your distance 'cause I'll split ya for tryin' to infiltrate mine/ Whip out my nickel plate nine; (Cenz.) ain't no friends of mine/ (Cenz.) drunk and tellin' they love you, twenty five times in one night, next thing you know (Cenz.) is kickin' in your door for your life/ Got your wife and your kids and your crib; This yo' (Cenz.)/ We see you was (Cenz.)' around with them suckers, and you started trustin' them (Cenz.) don't you know? You can't trust no one at all 'cause that one might be the one to get you, bring you down, make you fall
-Chorus-
What's friends? I want want no more friends/ What's friends? I don't need no more friends, I can't take no more friends, because they always end up backstabbing in the end
-Layzie Bone-
I done seen some strange (Cenz.), ain't fin to explain (Cenz.)/ Don't act like you don't understand this, like you be some lame (Cenz.)/ I read it all in your conversation, you think I done pin your playa hation/ Got a (Cenz.) thinkin' "Mo' Murda" when I face 'em, put 'em on down with a real situation/ Take 'em, (Cenz.), just how we take 'em, dog/ (Cenz.), what's seen is what's saw/ (Cenz.), we still is what's raw/ It's all real (Real...) You haters is goin' to piss me off so I'll kill (kill...) (Cenz.), we comin' to break you off/ (Cenz.), break you off something proper, proper/ You used to be my (Cenz.), now I might have to watch ya/ Ghetto bird snitchin' like a helicopter/ So, when you see me comin' dog, I might have to pop ya, pop ya
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Ride or die... Ain't nuthin' wrong, we're ready to get the battle on/ Ride or die... Ain't nuthin' wrong, I'm ready to get my battle on/ You my acquaintance, so what am I 'posed to do? I'm gettin' closer to the Angel of Death (Cenz.) with you/ I don't make promises, promises, so how could I owe you? You not a kid, so I won't hold you/ Carry a load, I only (Cenz.) with solders/ 7 Sign ride, roll 'em on over/ East Double 9, Double Glock; Bone clique no colder/ Beef with (Cenz.) I'm trippin' I was ready to pop the clip in/ Let me fall back in line, ha ha... Bone Thug connect gang. Bone Thugs forever!
-Chorus
Recorded for the Bone Brothers album Bone Brothers