Thunder.

Bizzy:

I m sendin a message to warn you impostersall hatin in my business
when I see you I m a drop you. Get slugged and get druggedmy niggas ll
hustle to pay the judge. Got youwhen I spot I should pop youeven the
boss was tellin me not tobut I won t stop until they get shotwhen they
get out the hospitalI bet they shottoo. Your last won t greet him and
they got better walkin and we evenwhen I leave and flees to Cleveland
nowmurder em and rest in peace and good-byewe re shuttin it down
and yowe re proud of niggas from ? that s playin our soundwe found
your townnow is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go. Any and all
niggas ll fall off in they sleepand even the foesand order them hoes
gonna be fleebitchfuck with me and it s either my little aliensyeahwe
come to your city and really put it on down with the pistol can you feel
mefeel me?

Layzie:

They be bitersdope-style takers. When I see you face-to-facemy nigga
I m a treat you like a hater. You niggas ain t Boneyou cloneyou
wrong. What the fuck? You niggas ain t thinkin quot;What s the
consequence? quot; Now I m bout to get real deadlyready for the warwhen
we just start bombin start. Tryin to cop my click? Hell noreal raw
y all niggas thought this was a game? Nowit 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
clonesthen the rest of y all wouldn t even matter. Scatterrun for the
border. Your career is gettin shorter. Niggabetter hide cause I already
warned ya: Mo Thug Records takin over. I told ya. Soldierman your
post. Better cover your coastand lock all entries. If one of my sounds
is off in your townniggas is goin down by the means infantryinstantly
fin to be World War 3 if you fuckin with my family jewelsyou fools.
You niggas break golden rules. Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes.
Bone thugs-n-harmonythem niggas goin platinum everytime. I m ready
to ride. You ready to ride? It s do or diethennigga I die. I jumped in
my five-double-O. If you got itbetter flaunt it. I m a drop the topand
lock the locksand cock the glockit ll make you want it. Come get it
and while you re rappin on your songjust remember: no pretender
bitchyou hoes ain t Bone!

Krayzie:

I hope you you . . . realize that you ain t Bone. You ain t Bone.
Why don t you you . . . realize that you ain t Bone? Niggayou ain t
Bone.
Ring the alarm ring the alarm to let em know that we re chargin .
Clones pay.
Come onnowring the alarm ring the alarm to let em know that we re
chargin . Clones pay.

Bizzy:

Straight from the corner and I m a thug. All my diamondsI bet you
wanted to stop my shinin . Didn t we warn younigga? The signsee
blinded. Runbut they findin me in mine ? and critical with a pistol
with pistolsfeel the verbal ll serve youheard my words are satanic and
wishfulthen see you all get pissed offmy generals need no hearse we
need a ? fifteentwenty glocks with beams and TNT. Niggaroll with
me. Burialfuck the world when I dealhope I repent cause if the world
? it just might catch me up in heaven. But I m a work this earth til it
hurtsgotta done make the worse all the way through trialI m back in the
court for some dirt. Bring em off soilthey wait for alarmI curse that
silly-ass bitch said I stoled a purse and at them bullshit awardsbut they
told me I stole beneath of my shirtand it makes me sickeven Ripsta s
sistas plus family understands. Fuck with itput it on your Grammy
even my mammy s scared to tell and deep in my minddevil seeped in
scarystay wary and carry onpromise to burn menever buryand hurry
if you ain t Bone.

Layzie:

These niggas wanna erase me cause they can t face me. Crash collide
with the niggas that hate mefuckin with the realy all see how the fake
beduckin the cuttryin to look for safety. Make me reach for my
pistoland pop it. Niggas gon pay on the day that I spot him. Toss him
in the trunk of the Caddy all the way to the rodeokillin 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 respectbitch-niggaI m a get that
shitif I don t get nothin else. To the endI m steady flippin fuckin the
world til they give Bone props. Niggayou got knocked on blocks with
rocksbeat down by the copsand it still don t stop. Glock-glockI m
grindin steadily climbin to the top of the chartswhere you wanna be.
Off in my prime and all about timin as I look at my shit and make
history. No mysterymistookand niggathat eight-time platinum real.
How do you feelto the thugs appeal? Make nigga wanna sound like
Bone for a record deal. Shoulda kept it real and quit frontin niggago
round-for-round with the best. Niggastep up and meet your death
fuckin with KrayLittle LayBizWishand Flesh. Yeahit s all about
survival of the fittestand it s on. Niggarealize or you dieyou bitch-ass
niggas ain t Bone BoneBoneBone.

Krayzie:

I hope you you . . . realize that you ain t Bone. You ain t Bone.
Why don t you you . . . realize that you ain t Bone? Niggayou ain t
Bone.
Ring the alarm ring the alarm to let em know that we re chargin .
Clones pay.
Come onnowring the alarm ring the alarm to let em know that we re
chargin . Clones pay.

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