B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - The Collection No.1 (1999) by B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e (보컬) on maniadb.com

[Chorus]
Shoot shoot shoot ′em up, shoot ′em up, shoot ′em up [x4]
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don′t wanna roll
Cause then we give it to you, we′re gonna bring it to you, oh yeah...

Right off the job, ooh now I gots ta let ya know,
When you seen betta be rollin′ with tha big shot guns
And we deep when we creep never sleepin′ and we droppin′
Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
Now that you know like that
These niggaz come around they don′t know how to act, in fact
I′m at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood
Smokin′ weed and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin′ that bank
Slang that bud on over yo thug
So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate
We straight get high, so high
That′s how my mental, that′s how my mental stay
It′s like parlay parlay like every day
Don′t think on tha pimp, playa hatin′
But ya betta be pinnin′ yo self
I cuts in with tha M-11, 357
Automatic weapons from my shelf.
These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self
Tryin′ to get in but they couldn′t win
We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll.
Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock,
′Bout ta hit this corna,
Livin like a thugs on tha real who′s stronga
When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz

Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall
Buck-buck, oh yeah
Niggaz be gettin′ they pistols finna,
And fuck with tha real mothafuckas
They fuck with us when we puff bitch
Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick
Hey, and 44 mag don′t go and
Tha little nigga don′t know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter
Execution, i′ll be shootin′ round
″Leavin′ em off on ya raw″
Ya plot me cause you watch me
My nigga you know you watchin me now
When bitch niggaz run up and try me
I′m flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin′ you wonderin′ redrum
bye-bye
And fo sure we lit em up good
And you can still find me where
You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair
Going back to the mo
And it′s Cleveland Cleveland
You know we thuggin′ and thievin′ thievin′
There′s somebody who got beef, we got millions to make
A whole notha record
For you see my niggaz we comin′ with nothin to lose
And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus
Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room
If I could just look up and see ya dyin′ iyin, iyin and flippin′ my mind
Whereever you dig em quiet
The get past on tha ride right bang
That′s tha way you get a man, get a man
Sneak up on him and you kill him
And he won′t fuck with you no more.
You havin a party
With that weed goin up in ya body
Smokers chill
My niggaz they got me sloppy
High oh so so high

Come on come on don′t be shy let′s get high
We got tha herb, if you want some, want some
We got weed indeed you need some, need some
Oh yeah
I know this just might sound crazy, but lately
Gotta roll wit′ my gun
Cause tha hatas they hate me
When they heard that nigga bone
Niggaz somehow someway get paid
Even if they hate that buck to tha bang
Good thing I got a gat cause we rhyme tight rhymes
Had to thug out but it came in time
Just two times
And if you give it to me
My thugs gon′ give it to you
So people pull back its cool
Somebody′s head gon′ get blown
Bone, doin ya best on that
Hey, hey, hey
Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang
Nigga wanna roll with bone it′s on
But nigga we cool, we cool
Don′t forget playa hataz gettin′
That buck to tha bang
All up in tha body, got ′em got ′em
We won′t be slippin′ we might just be peepin′ you all tha time
I′m comin′ I′m gunnin′
And put that on tha dolla man...

Shoot ′em up always, St. Clair breakin′ you off and, you lossin′, betta look to
falsin′, that′ll be coffins for all of ya offspring
Well that′ll be coffins for all of ya offspring
For tha police on the corna′
Creepin up because tha soldiers
Well they betta be watchin′ on of them St. Clair niggaz
Puttin′ it together to grab the doja
Well I know ya, see now you jumpin′ about yo shit you
Ready with a gang of bitches for you
Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang,
That buck, buck to smoke jane
See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
With that Bizzy maintain
Well it be that north coast homie
That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
Police want to search you for nothin′ but that skunk
So it′s on bitch bang
Feel it bitch cause my trigga′ fingaz a bitch
Ho I be puttin em down with my click
I stood em all, and still play
And rest my nine up when I′m fuckin with y′all
Slangin my dogs to dem all
Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it′s all good
I still ball, and I′m knowin′ you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be
showin′
Cause as I′m flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here
Clair, stickin′ up tha sto′
What did you think i′m scared
There you are
What did you think i′d bring you down...

Chorus [x4]

Krayzie:
Bone, Bone, Bone . . .
Wasteland soldiers.
These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives].
I′ve been strugglin′, hustlin′, thuggin′ it forever.
Come and look deeply in my eyes.
[with Layzie: my eyes]
I′ve been strugglin′, hustlin′, thuggin′ it forever, and ever.
Bone, Bone, Bone . . .
We gotta prepare, gotta prepare, gotta prepare for eternal warfare.
Only time will tell who dies.
These are the days of our lives.
[Layzie: Only time will tell . . .]
Come look deeply in my eyes.
These are the days of our lives.
See the murder mold our lives.
[Layzie: See the murder mold.]
These are the days of our lives.
[Layzie: These are the days of our lives.]
These are the days of our lives.
Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]

Layzie:
Eternal Your thugs. Here I come, tellin′ ′em soldier stories. Been daily collectin′ my lesson, went out on a quest and without any question, stressin′, no restin′, we journey. This blessin′ shiftin′ the game, rearrangin′ thangs, ′cause most the world was bringin′ me down. Mesmerized, controlled by the other side, and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .

Wish:
. . . but he won′t get me in time, fuckin with Bone, and he′s likin′ these rhymes. We rhyme, better believe, it′s all the time, nigga, we ′live. We straight up soldiers [soldiers]. Better hear what I told ya [told ya]. We rob before we go broke, man, we robbin′ y′all, all a y′all, all a y′all.

Krayzie:
Y′all my dogs. If ya call or ya fall, depend on that nigga whenever, and I will be there. Lean on me, but let us get rid of the enemies makin′ me sayin′, ″Now why, oh, why?″, but if you think you can hang, then . . .
Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]

Layzie:
Thuggin′ in the studio, y′all know we roll hydro. Everytime we rhyme, I′m high. Look at me deeply in my eyes. I rise to the top of the game. Nowhere did I have to run, now way did I have to turn. Sherm, but a lot of niggas won′t learn, but the money that I earn, won′t burn, so come again.

Wish:
Better watch that MAC-10, nigga. This one′s for me and my friends. We steadily rollin′. I told ya. Keep bringin′ home platinum and gold ones. Pap. Pap. Put it all on the ground, yeah Bone, yeah, we used to get down [get down] with a clack back, put on the ground, now get down.

Bizzy:
Well, it must be ghosts who stroll, when I roll, but they ain′t gon′ get in, though. I′m sittin′ alone in my window. Little Eazy, bless his soul, it′s so cold, [it′s so cold]. Lil′ Bizzy got stress from the peeps the streets, and none of these police holice know me, still wanna him cuffed up, bitch. No peace, no peace.

Krayzie:
Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]

Bizzy:
And it ain′t no mystery that Biz still be yellin′, bailin′, pullin′ into me city. Study Ripsta′s scripture, sista, receive me, I′m off. ″Hey, weeders ′til the end [end], maybe double me up and get one for my friend. Twenty-twin, twin, we′re biddin′ on bud [on bud], start the bid at a fin. So, who wanna bag? Who wanna bag? You wanna bag? You gotta bag. Sold.″ Send him outta the door to liquor store for the blunts to roll. Only my Lord can tell who dies. So pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together of our lives.

Krayzie:
My Lordy Lord maintain. It′s hard ′cause I′m a soldier at war. ′Cause everybody wanna try to bring out the devil in me, but they′re evil, and better believe weed keeps me at ease. Take notes, oh no, ′cause here it comes. That murder mo comin′ to carry you, oh, you, oh. We′re lovin′ this shit, when they pullin′ the gauge out [murder]. Hey, they put it up to your temple, and we blow your brains out. Die.
Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[Layzie: We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs. We′re more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we′re smokin′ lethal warriors.
[with Layzie: We′re warriors. We′re warriors. We′re warriors.]
Only time will tell who dies.
Come look deeply in my eyes.
See the murder mold our lives.
These are the days of our lives.

(Mo′ Thugs Remix)
MARIAH CAREY featuring Bone thugs-n-harmony
[Birds chirping.]
Layzie:
Over, over. Don′t break down yet, it′s over.
Over, over. Don′t break down yet, it′s over.
Over, over.

Krazie:
Steady breakin′ me on down.
Mariah:
Oooh.
Krazie:
Break, breakdown. Steady breakin′ me on down.
Break, breakdown. Steady breakin′ me on down.

Mariah:
You called yesterday to basically say that you care for me, but that you′re
just not in love.
Immediately, I pretended to be feeling similarly, and led you to believe I was
O.K. to just walk away from the one thing that′s unyeilding and sacred to me.

Mariah:
Well, I guess I′m trying to be nonchalant about it, and I′m going to extremes
to prove I′m fine without you, but in reality I′m slowly losing my mind
underneath the disguise of a smile. Gradually, I′m dying inside. Friends ask me
how I feel, and I lie convincingly, ′cause I don′t want to reveal the fact that
I′m suffering, so I wear my disguise ′til I go home at night, and turn down all
the lights, and then I break down and cry.

Mariah:
So what do you do when somebody you′re so devoted to suddenly just stops loving
you? And it seems they haven′t got a clue of the pain that rejection is putting
you through. Do you cling to your pride and sing ″I will survive?″ [Krayzie:
Gotta get control and roll, roll, roll on.] Do you lash out and say, ″How dare
you leave this way?″ Do you hold on in vain as they just slip away?

Mariah:
Well, I guess I′m trying to be nonchalant about it[Krazie: Break, breakdown. Steady
breakin′ me on down.] about it, and I′m going to extremes to prove I′m fine
without you, but in reality I′m slowly losing my mind underneath the disguise of a
smile. Gradually, I′m dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel, and I lie
convincingly, ′cause I don′t want to reveal the fact that I′m suffering, so I
wear my disguise ′til I go home at night, and turn down all the lights, and
then I break down and cry.

Wish:
Gonna break ya down, down, down, only if ya let it [Don′t let it.]. Everyday
crazy situations rockin′ my mind tryin′ to break me down, but I won′t let it.
Forget it. If ya feel the same way that I do, then let me help y′all, all
singin′ tunes, sayin′ ″It′s all right, it′s all right, it′s all right, yeah.″
Hopin′ for the sun, but it looks like rain, P.O.D′ed, but it′s still the same.
Came far, but it′s been a long road. Trouble′s gonna come but we gotta stay
strong. Hold on.

Krayzie:
Aw, yeah, I often feel the pressures, y′all, but nevertheless Krayzie won′t
fall. It′s over. It′s endin′ here [here]. I said it′s over. It′s endin′ here
[here], so I′ll be on my way, and maybe we can meet up in the future one day,
but for now I′m bailin′, bailin′. Bailin′, baby, gotta get up, can′t take no
more. I′m headed for the door, come and take a look into a thug humble eye.
Tell me: if we lived a lie, would our souls unite?

Layzie:
Every new day is a test for me, so I just pray the Lord for Him to bless me,
please. There′s struggles I′m goin′ through lately, breaks me down, set me
free. Let me be. Let me be. Who else do I have to rely on? Whose shoulder can a
thug go cry on? Can I get my vibe on? While you look into my eyes, you won′t
underestimate, and this soldier story, I′m′a tell you right now I′m fed up.
Wrong if I let my lead bust? Pac said keep your head up. Don′t let this world
get the best of you, I′m a stress you through it, if it′s over, over, over.
Don′t breakdown yet, it′s over.

Mariah:
Well, I guess I′m trying to be nonchalant about it, and I′m going to extremes
to prove I′m fine without you, but in reality I′m slowly losing my mind
underneath the disguise of a smile. Gradually, I′m dying inside. Friends ask me
how I feel, and I lie convincingly, ′cause I don′t want to reveal the fact that
I′m suffering, so I wear my disguise ′til I go home at night, and turn down all
the lights, and then I break down and cry.

Bizzy:
Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .
This is a lake of fire, but I can′t even hold on.
[Simulated clapping.]
Krayzie:
Notorious thugs.
Layzie:
Nothin′ but them thugstas. Nothin′ but them thugstas [thugstas].

Notorius B.I.G.:
Armed and dangerous: ain′t too many can bang with us. Straight up weed, no
angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas that love to bust. It′s strange
to us, y′all niggas be scramblin′, gamblin′ up in restaurants with mandolins
and violins. We just sittin′ here tryin′ to win, try not to sin, high off weed
and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin′ them Benjamins.
Nigga, you′d should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. Been in
this shit since ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I′ve been through:
so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two. Then a blue
light, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, better
duck quick, ′cause me and my dogs love to buck shit. Fuck the luck, shit,
strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your shit,
grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that
weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I
gotsta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you′ll take B, Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly. I′m a tell
you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything ′round me. Shit, lyrically,
niggas can′t see me. Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the
bitch, before you caught yourself lovin′ it. Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin′ in
it. Doesn′t it seem odd to you? B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews.
Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who′s the killa: me or you?

Puff Daddy:
We forgive you, for you know not what you do.

Bizzy:
Seven A.M. woke in the morning, with Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine.
No dough, so pop a couple of those. Little RIPsta, nigga, Mr. Clean make it
gleam, deep in my temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with my
instrumelody and heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will
beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You willing to die? We′ll see
how many flee when I ′cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained to be
perfect disciples when it′s survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple
six rivals spittin′ fire, that′s the real truth, bitch, breakin′ down for
lives, my Messiah, better get ready for Armageddon, shoots expired, it′s wild.
Bless the child, the one that became a man, but them positions′ already there,
all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend, never no surrender, no
pretend, pick up my gun in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. Hey, open
and let ′em see if we′re real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we
ain′t marchi
n′, we shootin′, and daily recrutin′. There′s a thug born everyday in the
ghetto. We start ′em off little, we give ′em a bottle and a pen and pad. They
hit the label, kick it.

Krayzie:
Little Kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now
me go back to the curb. Me feelin′ that urge to splurge, but I′m broke as fuck.
″Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve.″ Off into my pad, ′cause I gotta get my mask
and shells to put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get ′em mauled off, nigga,
y′all lost. They get hauled off. Got a nigga callin′, though, for the pump, now
Leatherface, Sin runnin′, thuggin′ and cuttin′, Lil′ Mo! Hart quick to pull it,
ain′t nothin′. Bitch, if you′re steppin′, we′re buckin′ them guts. That′s
fucked up. Now let me get down for the crime. Got to go purchase a dime, put in
the state, nigga double the crime, smokin′ the reefer to ease my mind. Swig
some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me servin′ ′em dummies,
see. Gotta buck ′em on down, if they come talkin′ like, ″Give me back me
money.″ Thuggin′ with me killas, need us a liter of liquor, but niggas ain′t
got shit, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back
? Nigga like me fiendin′ for them green leaves, but I ain′t had no dough. Gotta
make some money, so I makin′ my dummy rocks, if I go broke.

It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .

Layzie:
[Yeah.] Little Lay, hey, comin′ in the form of scripture, fin to get ya and hit
ya with magic, drivin′ out late, but I call on my gadgets. With an automatic
status, we spray. Time to load the glocks, but I′m thinkin′ not, there′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. Niggas start packin′, ′cause a muthafucka tried to get me in a
jackin′, and I did him.″ Hit ′em 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 mudered all day, all day. We can play that 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.

Bizzy:
It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie.
It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . .
Krayzie:
We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party].
Better run and tell everybody [everybody].
alternating with Layzie:
Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . .
Bizzy:
Get high, get high, get high . . .

Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust
through the punk′s back. Raisin′ Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate. Nigga five
deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my
mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I′m wicked by nature,
′cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 30.06 with the
scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. Muthafuckas
catchin′ heat as I bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. The
evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the back slow and push lead
through that nigga′s flesh. Ain′t no hope when every nigga wants to be the
nine-milla, on the trigger, the black nigga killa.

Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black nigga killa, what′s up? You ready to die? You
think you can fuck with them thug niggas? Come on, tell me the truth, nigga.
Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, nigga--Cleveland′s
thuggish ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit. Buck, buck, bust. Let
′em know we still run this bitch just like an assassin. Say, nigga, we nice but
can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? Nigga, you know what we came
here for. You know, when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious,
playin no jokes. Just ′cause I′m a rapper, you thought it′s for show? Okay
nigga let′s see if this a real fo′-fo′. You thought we was studio, saw us on
video, seen us in person so here we go [here we go]. What is your problem? Here
come the bullets, better dodge ′em. I sneaks up behind, so I′m fuckin′ with
killas. Nigga, don′t make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches
thinkin′ you realer.

Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit ′em up, hit ′em hard, if you ready
to roll. Niggas out tryin′ to fuck with us, but I′m givin′ you one
warnin′--that′s a no-no. ′Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to
die, to die. Nigga, bye bye. Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon′ run?
Naw. Shootin′ at me? Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come, come. And
you don′t wanna see. We like that [that], ′cause everybody pack guns, but Bone
go pap pap. Really just out for the money, ya′ll. Really won′t hurt none of
y′all, but playas went too far so I say, ″Fuck y′all. Fuck y′all, y′all, y′all
haters. All, y′all, y′all, y′all haters.″

Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa.

Flesh-n-Bone:
I′m servin′ these bitches daily. I′m a black nigga killa--that′s what you can
label me. Unfadable, see? You don′t really wanna fuck with us. You can′t touch
us. You ain′t able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper.
Niggas don′t ever know what hit ′em. I split ′em and snatch they soul like the
Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, sold over a
hundred pounds? Rollin′, downin′ a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna
fuck with me now? Lay ′em all down when I creep through your town and clown. I
bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
nigga killa.

Layzie:
[′Cause dyin′ be easy.] Nigga, you know what Bone be sayin′. Rollin′ with big
guns, ain′t no playin′, stayin′ down for the murda mo′, slayin′. Aw, shit. Just
to let you know, man, that 187 for realer. We black nigga killas and down to
ride for E [E]. He′d a ride for me, and that′s the way it′s gon′ be: N.W.A,
nigga B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin′ like
troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, ′cause if you ain′t then a bullet
might hit you. Picture yourself in a coffin--so stiff and cold, full of
formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge ′fore this bullet lodged in your ass,
simply for the cash. Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many
places. Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. Gimme my
space, shit, 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 nigga just
wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some
niggas on corner ′r
ound sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my niggas′ at
home playin′ Bone. Could they rest in peace? My niggas sleep. Makaveli, Biggie
Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot ′em up. Shoot ′em up, shoot ′em
up. Shoot, shoot ′em up. Shoot ′em up, always [nigga], always. That′s why I
shoot ′em up.

Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa.

Battlecry Remix)
as interpolated by BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely nothin′, nothin′, nothin′ . . .
War, war, war, war, war . . .
What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin . . .

Layzie:
We be the mighty mighty warriors [warriors] on the rise [on the rise] thug (censored) to my battle cries. Warriors [warriors] on the rise [on the rise]. [Time to die.] Thug (censored) [Time to die.], you better be ready for war. It′s almost here--nineteen ninety-nine. Could it be the endin′, new millenium? Sendin′ them soldiers out to die, then they ride for the cause, screamin′ (censored) we muggin′, givin′ no lovin′ to these fake-ass laws, Mo Thuggin′. If you need to be prepared, pump your strap up in the air. Let em′ all loose if you ain′t scared. Shoot ′em up, if ya don′t care. Yeah! And I go to war for two thangs: challenge me. I want my (censored) cheese, my (censored) family. Understand me: I ain′t tryin′ to tell you war ain′t the lick, but in the streets, you need your heat, or get your wig split. Strategize, mental mind, and timin′ it perfect on the attack. Throw distraction in the front, come with the dumpin′ from the back. Yeah!

War, war, war, war, war . . .
What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin . . .

One, two, three, four . . .
Ride, ride, ride, ride. We′re ready to pull out and ride, ride, ride, ride . . .
Ready . . . You′re dead.

Flesh:
I′m comin′ to test you (censored) fate. See how many of y′all are prepared for Armageddon, should it be Judgement Day, still it′s a big mistake. How many have been face to face with death before? Tell me, how does it feel? Real nervous? ′Cause everybody′s ready to kill if it′s my will. Safe outta my battle. Quit lookin′ or I might have to smoke you when I roast you with this beam. Focus you through my scope, mo murdered. Mighty, mighty warriors, some of the mighty, mighty trues still on the rise. If you wanna test, you die. Then, I might make the news. We stompin′ in steel-toed boots and suited up in fatigues, killin′ a few (censored), army throw up the white flag and retreat. So many soldiers, so many stories of war. But what is it good for? Nobody knows, and what if the world is over in two triple zero?

War, war, war, war, war . . .
What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin . . .

Wish:
If thangs don′t change, I think we all gon′ die. Who′s to say they wrong or right? You pushin′ the button, not I, but we die, that′s why I′m gatherin′ up my soldiers [soldiers]. Mo Thug, mine are prepared for war, because it′s over [over]. Red light, red light, red light, ride or die. It′s gon′ be casualties. So be ready to ride. And say it again: there′s gon′ be casualties, so be ready to ride. And I got your back [back, back, back] if it goes like that [that, that, that]. Mo Thug ready to ride, if it goes like that, and we all get papped, papped, papped. Yeah, yeah.

War, war, war, war, war .
What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin

Tha crossroads - Bone Thugs 'N Harmony



(BONE):
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you
Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to
hide
When judgment comes for you, cuz it's gonna come for you
(BIZZY):
Head south, Slingin' it for Wally
Eazy sees Uncle Charlie, Little Boo and God's got 'em
And I'm gonna miss everybody
I roll with Bone, my gang
Look to dem rocks and slang
And pray to dust and man, that true beat to beat the same
Lil' Layzie came to me
Tell me the truth of the deceased, but then please
Murder me bye-bye, cry-cry? No way, your gang Oh yay
(LAYZIE):
Now Flesh you workin' on a plan from heaven, follow the lord all
24/7 days
God is who we praise, even though the devil's all up in my face
He's keepin' me safe and in my place?
St. Clairs can't catch the race without chase, now face the judge
Got to get myself a buzz, girls be bitches no messin' with thugs
Oooo, what can I do, it's all about a felly/family and how we do?
Can I get a witness lettin' a fool, we livin' our lives and turn in our soul?
A-o-way-o
(KRAYZIE):
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray
Still we're lacin'
Now follow me roll stroll, whether He's tellin me seven
And to think about people bein bust out on their ass, while all
these
thugs drinkin brew
It's steady keepin' up with me family, exactly how many days we
got lastin'
Why you laughin', we're passin' passin' away
Now we gonna rest our souls, cuz I know I'd meetcha at up at the
crossroads
Yall'd know, if you ever got love from them Bone thugs baby
(WISH):
Now Eazy's gone gone, really wish he could come home
But when you gotta die, gotta bye-bye, all a thug could do is cry
cry
Why they kill my dog, and man I miss my Uncle Charles y'all
He shouldn't be gone, in front of his home
What they did to Ruu was wrong
Oooo so wrong, gotta hold on, gotta stay strong
When the day comes better believe Bone got a shoulder you can
lean on
(BONE):
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Chorus:
(BIZZY & WISH):
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
(LAYZIE & KRAYZIE):
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
(BIZZY):
And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody
Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody
Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody
(LAYZIE):
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how
we live
And I'm askin' the good lord, while inside he told me we live to die
(FLESH):
What's up with the murder ya'll
See, my little cousin was home
Somebody really wrong, and he wanted to test his dome
And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy bone
(KRAYZIE):
You know what sayin, when Bizzy is comin its seems to be gettin
easier
Again and again, tell me whatcha gonna do
(WISH):
Can somebody anybody tell me why
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why, we die we die, but I
don't wanna
die
(BONE):
Oooo so wrong, Oooo wrong, Oooo so wrong, Ooooooooooo
wrong

Chorus:
(BIZZY & WISH)
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
(LAYZIE & KRAYZIE)
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads
So you won't be lonely
(Repeat gradually fading away)

I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]
I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]


Krayzie

We paper chase and smoke blunts
You′ll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us
Don′t be so quick to test us I′ll be annoyed and might bust
I′ma have to talk to Eazy through the ouija, so I can see
If maybe he can tell me why you hatin′ on me
Bitin′ on me, why you want me
To show a nigga leatherface in me
Don′t fuck around nigga he′s a real buck ′em down nigga
Motherfuck rappin′ how bout fuckin′ with me now nigga
Niggas get your checks from your broads get high
Then your broads sneak your keys from your niggas and ride
Everybody wanna party even the niggas with a problem
Hey nigga we can solve em, ′cause bitch we′ll squash ′em
Don′t know me, fuck you when you got beef
But you also got the clone styles and all Mo T.
See me rappin′ on your tv actin′
And it′s a fact that when you see us in person think we gon′ flex or show you
no action
Down for mine, gotta show a nigga time to time
So I figure I′ll slow down the rhyme
So they can understand I feel with so much anger and pain
And if I drop then I′ll explode like a fuckin′ grenade, nigga
Fuck calm time to ring the alarm
Break the niggas out of prison killin′ all the guards, woo!
Power to the people givin′ people the power to put it down in your city
And fuck them hillbillies
Nigga I can′t stand no mothafuckin′ po-po
When will we start killin′ these bitches and takin′ no more
Mo thug the only clique that I claim
Although we all beyond the bangin′
You could say I roll with a gang
And then some chin checkers in the makin′
So nigga continue with the rotation

I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]
I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]


Bizzy

I heard I murda I heard I murda I heard

Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders look what they did to Tyrone
Flippin′ the flow then let it burn
What if the pistols and police stay strong for the Bone
Bitch, you fuckin′ with all of the black cat feet
And in 1999 when ya meet up in Egypt
Bet it be no peace to release the beats
Settle with the streets and get em all peace
Get up and at least we don′t take defeat
Bitch never retreat
Nigga lose your arms
Better use your feet
Pick up my henny henn nigga yeah yeah yeah
Get up off the rock
We′re corrupt as a four dollar buck
Come and get fucked up
And get out the county nigga get rowdy take out a bounty
Disappear-pear, in an alley, reappear-pear, off in Cali
And you feel me daddy, proudly I done stalk like a mad man
And went through shit in Cleveland
With the band
Now look at me platinum
Fuck the rap and tour the bitch made hation nation nowadays an occupation
So why you hate me still can′t fade me away
Go on, be gone, and the point of view was made with the song
And murder they prophets in spots, spots, spots

I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]
I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]


Layzie

How you see me when you see me drinking on Henessey and Remy
Look in my eyes my shit is dreamy
Beggin′ to Scotty won′t you beam me up
I buck twelve gauge erupt disrupt your order infantry
Y′all better expect annihilation, fuckin′ around with an SCT
And better be a soldier organize up on the love and just us
Armies see, full of harmony and niggas in thugs we trust
So nigga I bust so back up off me, givin′ no mercy shit is critical
Killin you individual wit′ a ouija type ritual
I′m diggin′ a ditch for all of you po-po who felt you could come and raid
Ain′t no way to be safe
Nigga this the army brigade
So listen up and hear what′s spoken as I start this locomotion
Retaliate because we chosen
Open showin′ us Lord′s devotion yeah

I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]
I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]


Wish

Now when you′re fuckin′ with me
Make sure you know what you′re doin′ got niggas that know what they doin′
rollin′ with me
Infrared to your head don′t beg you dead we fled
Gotta get away
Gotta make sure I′m free so when you need me I can buck another day
It′s a Bone thang
Better ride ride
′Cause when you′re fuckin′ with
You gon′ die die
Don′t be surprised, Bone want your presidents wanna run it all
Run all of it all of it
Fuck that dumb, fuck that dumb
Us niggas is super skilled
Don′t pull no gun if you ain′t gon′ spit
Click clack clack be the sound
These police and haters is wrong, uh
We buckin′ em down
Trust in me and harmony, I find peace
Eternally bless my soul Lord
And everybody that rides with me
It′s from me to you
It′s from me to you [me to you]
It′s just our point of view
It′s just our point of view [point of view, point of view]
Yeah
And that′s why I stay high
So high so high like la dee dah dah dah
La dee dah dah dah
So high so high

I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]
I say the war shouldn′t stop until these playa hatin′ niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott]
Nigga the war shouldn′t stop until these mothafuckin′ cops body rott [body
rott, body rott]

[Intro]
We′re not against rap
We′re not against rappers
But we are against those thugs (thugs, thugs, thugs)

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Layzie Bone]
Your feelin′ the strength of the rump
Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel
Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoples cause we so real
Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin
Bring on that ammunition, trippin′ on sip
Not to mention, never knew no competition
But I gotta get mine, so scream out ″Mo!″ and let me hear ya holler
Not about that mighty dollar
Roll with the bone, mo′ thugs will follow
Chain gang, remaining the same
Flamin′ my dank and drinkin brew
Thinkin′ about hangin′, clockin my bank, and thuggin′ with trues, fools

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Wish Bone]
Get ready for the bone and the Mo Thug, bustas
You know me as a hustla
Try to creep and get beat, maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under
Straight jackets, gotta make that money, man
It′s still the same now, bailin in my black trench vest
You gotta be down to bang bang
Come and get this teachin, ya soldiers how thugstas must stack
Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack
Red blue all the way back

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Krayzie Bone]
Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa)
Loc′in, steady chokin′ off that potent smoke
and runnin from the po-po, now
Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas
Puff, puff to the brain shot
Love P.O.D.′ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk
Old English, really don′t need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk
They pump bone, so leave ′em alone
You don′t wanna get shut down
Thug runnin the nine-quad,
and you better believe they be wantin′ this thug style
So what now? see the bone thug claim,
thug never gonna change, so flame up
Sit back and just smoke the same cut,
Leatherface on the creep and I came up

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give it on up to the glock glock
Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow
The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock
So sin, sip gin, and lil′ mo heart run up, nut up
And flipped in, then slipped in, the clip in, mistakin′ the bloody victims
Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest
And, but I won′t test bucks, put a hole up into me vest
And gotta get through my soul,
but they won′t budge, mud, drug me victim
The blood in me runnin′ my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me
Keepin′ it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so
To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T′s
St. Claire P′s to appeal to the G′s
And a buck to all my enemies

[Shatasha Williams]
It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5]

We got Layzie and
We got Krayzie
Bizzy′s in the house
Wish is in the house
And Flesh
And Tasha
Cleveland′s definiteley in the house

It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x6]

Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.

Krayzie:
Yo, fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some police think they have the authority to kill a minority, but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell. Fuckin' with a nigga, 'cause a nigga turned major, and got a little bit of money and they play us, search a nigga car, lookin' for a product, thinkin' every thug nigga sellin' narcotics. They'd rather see me in the pen, than me blowin' indo rollin' in my Benz-o. I send the police to the grave, and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down and grab on his nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none, but don't let it be a black and a white one, 'cause they'll slam ya down to the street t
op. Black police showin' out for the white cop, but Krayzie Bone will swarm on any muthafucka in a blue uniform. Just 'cause I'm from the C-L-E, the punk muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh. A young nigga on the warpath, and when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath of cops dying around my way. Yo, bitch, I got somethin' to say:

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.

Krayzie and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone said it with authority, 'cause the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang, and it's whenever I'm steppin' that a muthafuckin' weapon is kept in the stash spot for the so-called law, wishin' Bone was some niggas that they never saw. Lights start flashin' behind me, but they scared of a nigga, so they mase me to blind me, but that shit don't work. I just laugh, and plus, it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path. The police, I'm sayin', "Fuck you, punk." Readin' my rights and shit. It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand, but take off the gun, so we can see what's up, and I'll go at it, punk, and I'm a fuck you up. Made ya think I'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and Bone's gon' blast. I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime, and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me and any asshole that threatens me. I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope, takin' out a cop or two. They can'
t fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa that's mad with potential to get bad as fuck. Now I'm a turn it around--dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.] Yeah, somethin' like that, but it all depends on the size of the strap. Takin' out a police will make my day, and the niggas like Bone, don't give a fuck to say . . .

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.

Layzie:
I'm tired of these muthafuckin' jackins. Sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and shinin' the lights in my face and for what? Maybe it's because I'm kickin' so much butt. I kick ass, nigga. Maybe, 'cause I blast on a stupid-ass nigga when I'm playin' with the trigger of an uzi or an AK, 'cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say. They pull out my picture with silence, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. It's Bone with the criminal behavior. Yeah, I'm thugsta, nigga, but still I got flavor. Without a gun and a badge, what do you got? A nigga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me or one of my niggas, and with a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.
Krayzie:
Size don't mean shit. I'm from the old school, fool.
Layzie:
And as you all know, Layzie Bone came to rule. Whenever I'm rollin', keep on lookin' in your mirror, and ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a dumb muthafucka with a gun. And when I'm rollin' off the Eight, you'll be the one that I take out, and then I get away, and while I'm drivin' off laughin', this is what I say, believe that . . .

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.