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Bone Thugs-n-harmony Art Of War U Ain't Bone Verse 1: bizzy 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 peace So goodbye. we're shutting it down And 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? Verse 2: 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 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 raw. y'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 matter Scattered. run for the border Your career is getting shorter Nigga, better hide 'cause i already warned ya Mo thug records taking over I told ya. 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 going down by the means infantry Instantly 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! Chorus: krayzie bone I hope you realize that you ain't bone You ain't bone Why don't 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 charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Verse 3: 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 Verse 4: layzie bone These niggas wanna erase me 'cause they can't face me Crash collide with the niggas that hate me Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety Make me reach for my pistol and pop it Niggas gonna pay on the day that i spot him Toss him in the trunk of the caddy On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies I'll be damned if i let a nigga breathe. indeed I grieve for the war. what's next? It's all about respect, bitch nigga I'ma get that shit if i don't get nothing else To the end i'm steady flipping Fucking the world til 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 grinding, steadily climbing To the top of the charts. where you wanna be? Off in my prime it's all about timing As i look at my shit make history No mystery. mistook and, nigga That eight-time platinum real How do you feel to the thugs appeal? Make nigga wanna sound like bone for a record deal Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. nigga Go round-for-round with the best Nigga, step up and meet your death Fucking with kray, little 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 Chorus 2x |
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