[Thin-C & Krayzie Bone - Chorus]
Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone! As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown. Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down. [X2]
Hold down! Welcome to the showdown! (showdown! ) I think it's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now. Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go "Pow!" Take my style, let me show you how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'ma go up in your sh-t. I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone, Bone, Bone! ) My homies the greatest! I roll with the best, see? Who in the f-ck wanna test these n-ggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat! Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Off with his hand! F-ck it, off with his head! Make him stand front and center, let me see what the rookie got? Bet a n-gga ain't got nothin', they bluffin'! Tryin' to come up on somethin', bubblin'! I'ma say this really, really, really loud! Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them! Trust him, never! On a whole 'nother level. If God The Creator, then y'all n-ggas' devils. The fight won't end 'til the war get settled. And Bone gonna win 'cause them Bone n-ggas' rebels. Playa!... Yeah!... N-gga!
They don't wanna see me shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back in the Bone zone! But you beginnin' with the daddy you don't know. They call me The Granddad – Granddaddy of the Bone flow! Well little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured this would be the lick and we'd be next to shine. And we got everybody screamin' and singin' but these out-of-shape suckas need exercise! So I'ma get up in their mental. I'ma work 'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho! Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for! First, the fan side could be forgiven – you didn't know! Second time, I got up in 'em like "here we go!" No matter what, they sayin' we still the most realest that ever did it, feel me flow! And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh! A little taste so they can test and make 'em see how we the best and I'll be realer than the rest don't flex 'cause the pump gonna get 'em. I'm like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest that's so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead and give 'em all they can get! Send them suckas to the lyric cemetery, or the rap hospital. Never no competition!
Come 'on, now let me take you back to The Land, you know where the heart of it all. In 1993, when we was up out the scene. The fellas with hell of a harmony with the flow hooked up with Eazy-E and shook up the industry and y'all just in time to get another phase. This certainly is somethin' that you wouldn't wanna miss! The drama when it hit the fan, we got 'em trippin' off the gift, and split a wig up with a pretty sick twist. The Ruger like a surgeon and it's on, exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel. Actually, it's too many Bone Thug clones and they all malpractice, arrested, and send 'em to the gallows! My trues brought a style that's unfound and you can feel it naturally. But we ain't no magicians. Really ain't no thing to make a fraud disappear. Steady givin' what they love to hear, make 'em listen up close. Everybody know we got the dough. We choppin' nothin' but missiles, still the n-gga who the greatest! Y'all lost! Can't even afford the cost, this is authentic and nothin' that's dealin' with them world-wide bosses! We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice! We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more! On the ThugLine with F.B.G., 7th Sign, and Mo' Thug once again we about to blow! We about to blow! Set it off – explode! Set it off – explode!
I'ma treat it like a race and I gotta win it! Ahead of you bums with the Bone flow. Thug invented. Haters wanna wonder why them thug n-ggas still gettin' in. Nothin' changed the game like we did so we here, still with it. Gotta tell the truth. We changed things. Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting. I'ma keep it real. It's next to nothin'! Doin' the same thing 'cause less creating. Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers, fake artists with nothin' to say. I'ma give it Wish due my street dues. Just stay cool. I know I got you when I need to pop you'll let loose. And you don't wanna see a thugsta hit with a Grey Goose. Or we could buy the bar. Just stay cool and we good. Recognize we thug, could of been all hood. The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood. Pick up on it, never fully get it – this Bone flow! Smilin', hatin' but you'll see me on the low! (low) In the game with the number one! Straight from the Cleveland slums. Straight off the block, never hustle to the floor though. Kickin' 'em down how them Bone Thugs came through. Yeah, yeah. We took it to another level (level), level (level), level (level)... Yeeaahh!
As soon as I'm receivin' the call, now give me the ball, I run with the dog and keep the ball (?) and meet me at the mall (... ?...) on the wall and makin' money off the Bone Thugs equipment for sure! With a knife in my back, everybody rappin' fast! But the harmony in it and now that's too much to pass, now that's too much to ask. And they pick up a crash course style and change up, come on! My trigger-finger's itchy from my carpel tunnel. (... ?...) is written (... ?...) like water flowin'(... ?...) is walkin' with seven shovels, the grave-diggers (... ?...) nobody understand the man. Clones shutout! (... ?...?...). I'm quicker than a (... ?...) wicked mobster (... ?...?...) you pray to God. Do whatever, we get the hustle on in the Spring, Fall! In Summer and the Winter months, we gonna praise Jesus! Dummy representers, like we ain't said nothin'! Present the flow then grown know where we come from. Sun come shinin', Equinox rhymin', Layzie perfect timin', grab my gun! Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer! Get your money, get your paper. Elevate like my n-gga DMX. Here's a prayer – God bless playa!
[Flesh-n-Bone] (Original Verse)
Here go the sh-t I don't think you wanna miss. Consider yourself lucky to witness this. The veteran bigger the industry'll be amazed! They trippin' off the gift of this rap with a twist. I've been creepin' on ah come-up since I was born and smashed through it though I started to state my claim. Now they give it up in St. Clair. Even down in Delaware they throw it up and yell a n-gga name. Flesh take it easy, all them body got orders for the opposite. They watchin' like the Aussie in 'Nam but see at least they can't stop it, 'cause by God they are not! So we extra protective, hopin' they reveal what they hide in their breast. Try to fool, got the groove but it's manifested. Their heart rock to death. Still I'm livin' in a cruel, cold, world; put it on my shoulder. God wouldn't give me none if I couldn't handle. He'll carry, we holdin' on. Here I'm tellin' my trues to please be strong. Don't you know we be holdin', won't be long! We the n-ggas that got it and everybody wanna take it away, now what's wrong with 'em?
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/bone_thugs_n_harmony/rebirth.html