I'm sendin' a message to warn you imposters, all hatin' in my business,
when I see you I'm a drop you. Get slugged and get drugged, my niggas'll
hustle to pay the judge. Got you, when I spot I should pop you, even the
boss was tellin' me not to, but I won't stop until they get shot, when they
get out the hospital, I bet they shot, too. (Your last won't greet him) and
they got better walkin' and we even, when I leave and flees to Cleveland,
now, murder 'em and rest in peace and good-bye, we're shuttin' it down,
and yo, we're proud of niggas from (?) that's playin' our sound, we found
your town, now is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go. Any and all
niggas'll fall off in they sleep, and even the foes, and order them hoes
gonna be flee, bitch, fuck with me and it's either my little aliens, yeah, we
come to your city and really put it on down with the pistol can you feel
me, feel me?
They be 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 thinkin', "What's the
consequence?" Now I'm 'bout to get real deadly, ready for the war, when
we just start bombin' start. Tryin' 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. Scatter, run for the
border. Your career is gettin' shorter. Nigga, better hide 'cause I already
warned ya: Mo Thug Records' takin' 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, niggas is goin' down by the means infantry, instantly
fin to be World War 3 if you fuckin' 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 goin' platinum everytime. I'm ready
to ride. You ready to ride? It's do or die, then, nigga I die. I jumped 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 rappin' on your song, just remember: no pretender,
bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!
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? Nigga, you ain't
Ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're chargin'.
Come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're
chargin'. Clones pay.
Straight from the corner and I'm a thug. All my diamonds, I bet you
wanted to stop my shinin'. Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign, see
blinded. Run, but they findin' me in mine (?) and critical with a pistol,
with pistols, feel the verbal'll serve you, heard my words are satanic and
wishful, then see you all get pissed off, my generals need no (hearse), we
need a (?) fifteen, twenty glocks with beams and TNT. Nigga, roll with
me. Burial, fuck the world when I deal, hope I repent, 'cause if the world
(?), 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. Bring '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 te
Submitted by walter at Tue 12 Feb, 2008 8:21 am