All Original

Krayzie (Flesh)]

Better not be so quick test us,

(May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now

We'll kill ya, now

[Krayzie]

Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga

And still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas

in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?

Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"

No, I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine

'Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times

You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say

"Oh, my!" but check it out, though

I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all

And I made it, takin' out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga

So paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up

Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs

And they figure they can try me

Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin'

Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'

Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate

And say that we ain't true to what we say

But then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate

We bang them fuckin' brains (we bang them brains)

But then, we switch subject

And fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick

Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style

Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town

It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals

So here we go, got a gun - should I buck 'em on down?

Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?

Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh?

I'm so full anguish

Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it

But they can't get the hang of it

Yeah

[Chorus]

[Flesh]

Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold

I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time

That they shot a nigga straight to the temple

Done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin'

Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again

Here to pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday

So say, "Mo," and it's still this strong to brain

I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's happenin' in the hood

It's all good. Niggas, they thug us, smuggle

Roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for life

If you pull a shyste off to the fiends

Then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up

Yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah

We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect

'Cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the dark

And I sped off with the quickness, strikin'

Send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a thug

And they thought that I bruise easily

Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em)

Most of what goes around, comes around

Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us

To the chest, Flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun

They change in a whole new muthafuckin' attitude

[Chorus]

[Layzie]

Nigga, let me in

Double glock and never about to change, man

To the temple I aim and claim to gain control

Fin to rid your soul, creep or roll

Put some pressure on these hoes that, yo

They pose as foes, gotta let 'em know

Got a nation of my niggas out to back me

Got another nation--killas out to try to jack me

Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?

Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose

Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction

They down with the puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action

Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse

If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps

And a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it

Sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me

You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it

Givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord

And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit

Because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real - it's gon' feel

But I bet that after all of y'all fall

that the faker's gonna perish in the fire

Dip, and you know when I'm rollin'

I'm equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam

And I gladly put it on ya from the land of California

Leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean

Yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with K.B

We gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see

Any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on

[Wish]

Let me up in here and kill 'em

Feel 'em niggas wanna bite the Bone, bite the Bone

Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong?

Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow

We shoot 'em up, buck

Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation

Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em

And biters, everytime I see you on T.V.

it makes me feel good

'Cause I know when we run up on you

you'll see we, we gotta get paid good

Nigga, don't shit come for free in this land of poverty

Bone in harmony, we hungry

Since it's all about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money

Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz

Should I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all,

should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters?

Everything we write, I swear, it's all original

Niggas mad at Bone because we be all original (all original)

[Krayzie (Flesh)]

Better not be so quick test us

(May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)

'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now

We'll kill ya, now