Slipped in a dream, and I seen demons screamin', tellin' me it's time to die. Last night, I P.O.D'd, next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I fell in this fucked-up state of mind. I still be thuggin' in the khakis, boots, and skullies,Īnd since I'm a weed fiend for the green, nigga, gotta make that money, man. Niggas say fuck the wine, indo inside, swisha sweet, get me high.Īin't nothin', get to nothin', somethin' got to be real, real, somethin' got to be real. On the darkside, take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind. So, now when ya hear me releasin' some shells, hit the ground with the quickness, lay, better stay down. īaby, now this is the sound me and my trues, we put this down, way down. Krayzie got nothin' but the real thang, baby. We come with nothin' but the real thang, baby. With the real, if it's real, if it's real, then stay real and be real. Ya gotta be heartless in certain situations, like retaliation. The safety's off: come and get it if ya really want it, yeah. Now I got it, and I'm a floor the niggas actin' crazy.
Slim nigga, gotta get up, and go and get it, if it's real, it comin'. Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs as we strut as thugs we must, doin' our best to obey God. Nigga want respect, but what do you show me? You playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall.
Nigga got too close to me, and that ain't how it's supposed to be. Paranoia will make me blow you away, but hey. Why? Tell me, why in they eyes, I'm labeled a menace, but I like it? Destroy ya. My violent side, I can't deny, I'm like a Jekyll and Hyde, gemini, look if you see me quiet, then I'm plottin' to riot. Nigga, just because Krayzie quiet, speak less, don't be mistakin' my kindness for weakness. We buck, we bang.Krayzie Bone and the Bone, with my mighty, mighty warriors, with my mighty, mighty warriors. Sawed-off Leather Face, 'til them lay, round after round after round, they'll fall down, down. Nigga, Bone's don't know if (.?.) I turn to realize that everyday, I can do it if I only pray, maintain, 'cause a nigga was lustin' for money, got to get it, 'cause a nigga was strugglin'. Now I know why I did some dirt in my time, 'cause the devil was stressin' my mind, messin' with my mind. Get ready to duck now, to the guts, buck, pap, pap, pow.Ĭlaim my thang to slang them bloody bodies, kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames, Krayzie insane to the brain. If he getaway, runnin' out my backdoor, with a me sawed-off swangin'. See the nigga when they go through the window, had to put a bigger hole in his soul. When my lead go, give it up for the bloody murda mo', bloody murda mo', mo', mo'. Why me? I see some niggas-they comin' to get me. Krayzie Bone and the Bone, with my mighty, mighty warriors, with my mighty, mighty warriors.
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