Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day
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Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day
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Yeah, I remember back in the days
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When we was «Creepin on ah Come Up», we was tryin’a get paid
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Before a nigga really came of age
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We was walkin with a trench on, totin that gauge
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High tech boots on, blue khaki suits on
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Bailin through the snow, tryin’a serve them rocks
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Got a «Pocket Full of Stones» like UGK
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Little dudes gettin money up on the block
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Runnin from the cop car, never really got far
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'Cept for the time when they tried to knock sparks out-
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-My aaasssssss
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Got me thinkin to myself, how long will it last?
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Movin so quick, shit, livin through the hit-list
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East '99, we was young, black, gifted
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Bone Thugs niggas, didn’t want none niggas
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Cause they already knew how them Thug boys kicked it
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Pistols sick, when we was drunk and high
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Little bitty niggas that loved to fight
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If somethin went down, didn’t rub me right
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Still to this day, somebody gon' die
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Bullets gon' fly, my word is my honor
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'Round my way, you gotta walk the walk
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On some real talk, have ya outlined in chalk
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All I gotta say is, it ain’t my fault
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Can’t be bought, takin no loss
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Still to this day, I’m the bill collector
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Come wrong to the Bone, and I gots to check ya
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Automatic weapon is my selection
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Don’t need protection, we’ll fuck you up
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Big Buck is my nigga, don’t press ya luck
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And y’all still ain’t ready to fuck with us
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Cause in thugs we trust, and we mean it!
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Booone, Booone, Bone, Bone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooonnn
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Outta my mind, akin the way I think, to the main-frame of game
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Bang-bang, gotta get down for my thang
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Shame game, stuck in ruts, ready to fuck?
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Put a simple sepena, but give 'em thumbs up
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Seven is a sample, but a sign of the time
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Fly fast, give me whip up in a cup
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And a dime, and a bag, and a swisher for my nigga
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In the middle with the Henny, with the heifer with the bald head, long hair
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Some here, it’s all here, all, yeah
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Man I’m a call here, call here, it’s all here, walk here,
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Run here, gone with the wind, and never comin again, then shiiit
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Give it on up, give it away
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Kids, listen to the words I say
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Pray like everyday, is the only way
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I can focus through the pocus and the games people play
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Run to put the «Money in a Zip-Lock Bag»
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Up and away, better move yo ass
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Too many jokes I smoke
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Too many smokes, I know
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Too many loc’s that I passed, my past
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Cocked in the set, like Aftermath
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Slim shades, lemonade, and a nice squeezed breast
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Balls, look at the close calls
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I told ya dog, because I know ya, dog
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Even when I know you’re wrong
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And I told the world, all about that hatred
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Look at your small profits, they hate little Bizzy
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And you know I’m gonna make it, just better watch that sissy
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Slowly homie, cold and phony, ascended, splended, spend it shawty
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Slowly, I’m more Holy and homie, and Jesus knows
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Booone, Booone, Bone, Bone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooonnn
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How many more times have I got to tell ya?
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I’m all about success, don’t fuck with failures
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Niggas is jealous, and too overzealous
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Don’t come in my face and don’t talk to my fellas
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We hellous, rebelious, and definately straight
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Sound like we come from a Heavenly place
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These are the breaks, better make no mistakes
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Cause little Lay ain’t got no time to waste
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I’m a face the truth, and I’m a raise the roof
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Cause this shit here is mine
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I done been around the block about a thousand times
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And I done been around the world at least a couple times
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My rhymes double times, I hit 'em with the rhythm
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When we hit 'em with the rhythm, like we hit 'em way back in the days
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Y’all niggas gon' pay, y’all niggas gon' pay
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You can hear the Bone song, or the R n' B
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Just listen to the radio, y’all will see
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Anything go down that’s regarding me
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I’m a tell 'em off the rip what this chargin be
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Or the target be, point it straight to ya dome
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I’m tellin you know, just acknowledge the Bone
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I’m sittin at home, and I’m polishin chrome
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Ready to bring it onnn
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I handle my business, can I get a witness?
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Niggas is wantin to be me
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Not Mike, but little Stevie
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I’m the one that’s makin it look so easy
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Eazy-E, tell me can you feel me?
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The best there is, the best there was
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The best there ever will be, you’ll see
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Booone, Booone, Bone, Bone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooooonnnnnn, ooonnn, onn, Booone
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B-O-N-E, we got it goin ooonnn
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Church nigga, church!
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Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone
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Young Bizzy Bone, Flesh n Bone, Wish n Bone
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Bone Thugs & Harmony, conglomerate
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Naw nigga |