Krayzie
Yeah that's right, Bone Thugs N Harmony back up in this motherfucker, nigga. Duece Double-O Duece. Lay, B, Wish, Flesh. Bone Thug! Bone Thug! Bone Thug! I think it's time we took these niggas back to the god-damn streets where it's raw nigga and gave these niggas some of that original Cleveland Thuggish Ruggish Bone, shit. Now, fuck 'em. (Buck Buck...) {guncocks throughout}

Layzie
See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose, the 12 gauge, 2 grenades, nigga got them too/ You damn right I shoot! When a nigga run up you, I'm a get 'em and spill 'em like I'm 'posed to do/ And I'm a roll with you I'm a be that lil' nigga off the hook, man talkin' bout look man, if I see a nigga disrepect one mo' time I'm a put it on his mind/ Yeah I'm break out my heat cuz when I'm in these streets and I hit these streets, I'm keep my peace until a nigga want beef but if you fuckin' with me then I'm gonna turn raw meat cuz I'm just a Bone Thug/ Lil' bitty nigga with strong nuts/ Been platimun baby, ever since put us down/ You know the talk of the town leave 'em burnt and cookin/ Now you fuckin' with a lier, strugglin' tryin' to see these thugs/ Tryin' to get rid of us like the war on drugs, but a nigga keep comin' like I told you I would/ So let me close the door/ Don't be comin' to this motherfucker knockin' lookin' for some action/ I'm a tell you right now what's happenin'/ Nigga, it's our time and hell yeah, we platinum

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If ya'll motherfuckers think yall really (oh yeah) don't keep heat, nigga, come on with it/ You ain't gotta listen nigga, I'm a make ya'll feel it; Pump pump (Buck Buck...) If ya'll motherfuckers think yall really (oh yeah) don't keep heat, nigga, come on with it/ You ain't gotta listen but I'm a let ya hear it; Pump pump (Buck Buck...)

Krayzie
Leatherface in the place and I warned you niggas, I'm comin' quicker than a god-damn missle/ Creepin' at a hundred steady runnin' at a nigga with penitration equivolent to motherfuckin' pistols/ I get up in your system, cripple a nigga quick/ I'm rippin' in your shit like push on a nigga bitch yourself/ You see, I shoot for the temple/ I'm a try to bust a nigga mental in the middle of his dome/ All up in this motherfucker, wait a minute, nigga, we never left, we ain't even got started yet/ We kickin' in the motherfuckin' door once again, for war so nigga, get your armory/ I got a nation of niggas ready to fuck with the enemy (?) ordered then show em we warriors flowin over victorious takin over your territory, notorious [Buck...] (?) heat it and I spit it get it crackin' in this motherfucker rappin' we the illest/ We the same motherfuckers that got the fuck up outta Cleveland/ Nigga, we came up but we still creepin'/ And we still put it down nigga, even though we 4 strong/ Flesh gon' come home, I'm gon' stay Bone/ when the Fifth Dog get loose, it's gon' be on (C'mon)

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Bizzy
It's the original Bang Bang! And I don't give a fuck about any of these motherfuckers, we get down for our damn thang/ Tell a nigga "Better concentrate" Come on down to The Land, let us masterbate/ People lookin' at me like; He's too nasty to taste/ Give me my drink back we in the last days/ Every second got a motherfucker blastin' away (away) Blast as I pass and we blast on the past, and uh, ain't a man from my home/ Ain't no man that'll mention make it a lil' piece of this American Dream/ I spit venom through the mic, left the smoke in him, I spit rhythm and I'm nice, they ain't no competition/ Yeah, it smelled good and the weed still smell good/ Where the lames at? Talkin' bad like you ready to blaze, nigga you ain't mad (What the fuck you worried about) I give a fuck who you ridin' with or the nigga that you slidin' with; He ain't a killa he's just somebody to vibe with/ Somebody tell this nigga' Moma who he died with/ So silly, so silly! Pumped up big willy, I don't think he really, I don't think he really, I don't think you really know/ Hit him with the crossbow/ My tormented lil' lost soul/ I've been on this crossroad

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Wish
Gather the thugs/ Only bring the motherfuckers that be ready to roll (you know) Niggas that be waitin' in the blisterin' cold for you to come home, so let's key in the door and we go (go) I ain't gotta hear it, what cha’ tryin' to prove/ Put ya hand on ya nuts and be ready to move/ And I cant explain why I’m thug minded/ Gang of thugs that thug just like me/ And I don’t give a fuck if it's North or South; If a nigga talking shit we gonna wipe his mouth/ That just how it is, put it on my kids/ Body zipped up fuckin' with Wish/ We out to get this million money, niggas steady chillin', if it aint about tha money no comment/ Cuz I don’t understand it; Like ya from another planet cuz it’s all about money goddamniy (dammit…) So do what cha’ gotta, blast if ya have to/ I’m a get mine in the streets much faster/ Steady makin’ moves, we’ll move on you if we have to, it really don’t matter

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Bone
{talking.}

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