u ain’t bone lyrics – bone thugs n harmony

[thunder.]

bizzy:

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 n*gg*s’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 n*gg*s from (?) that’s playin’ our sound, we found
your town, now is you ready for the war? cry loud and go. any and all
n*gg*s’ll fall off in they sleep, and even the foes, and order them hoes
gonna be flee, b*tch, f*ck 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?

layzie:

they be biters, dope-style takers. when i see you face-to-face, my n*gg*,
i’m a treat you like a hater. you n*gg*s ain’t bone, you clone, you
wrong. what the f*ck? you n*gg*s 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? h*ll no, real raw,
y’all n*gg*s 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. n*gg*, 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, n*gg*s is goin’ down by the means infantry, instantly
fin to be world war 3 if you f*ckin’ with my family jewels, you fools.
you n*gg*s break golden rules. gotta walk the walk in your own shoes.
bone thugs-n-harmony, them n*gg*s goin’ platinum everytime. i’m ready
to ride. you ready to ride? it’s do or die, then, n*gg* 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 c*ck the glock, it’ll make you want it. come get it,
and while you’re rappin’ on your song, just remember: no pretender,
b*tch, you 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? n*gg*, you ain’t
bone.
ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let ’em know that we’re chargin’.
clones pay.
come on, now, ring 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 diamonds, i bet you
wanted to stop my shinin’. didn’t we warn you, n*gg*? 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 p*ssed off, my generals need no (he*rs*), we
need a (?) fifteen, twenty glocks with beams and tnt. n*gg*, roll with
me. burial, f*ck 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-*ss b*tch said i stoled a purse and at them bullsh*t awards, but they
told me i stole beneath of my shirt, and it makes me sick, even ripsta’s
sistas plus family understands. f*ck with it, put it on your grammy,
even my mammy’s scared to tell and deep in my mind, devil seeped in’,
scary, stay wary and carry on, promise to burn me, never bury, and hurry
if you ain’t bone.

layzie:

these n*gg*s wanna erase me, ’cause they can’t face me. crash collide
with the n*gg*s that hate me, f*ckin’ with the real, y’all see how the fake
be, duckin’ the cut, tryin’ to look for safety. make me reach for my
pistol, and pop it. n*gg*s gon’ pay on the day that i spot him. toss him
in the trunk of the caddy all the way to the rodeo, killin’ all
carbon-copies. i’ll be d*mned if i let a n*gg* breathe indeed. i grieve for
the war. what’s next? it’s all about respect, b*tch-n*gg*, i’m a get that
sh*t, if i don’t get nothin’ else. to the end, i’m steady flippin’, f*ckin’ the
world ’til they give bone props. n*gg*, you got knocked on blocks with
rocks, beat down by the cops, and it still don’t stop. glock-glock, i’m
grindin’, steadily climbin’ to the top of the charts, where you wanna be.
off in my prime and all about timin’ as i look at my sh*t and make
history. no mystery, mistook, and n*gg*, that eight-time platinum real.
how do you feel, to the thugs appeal? make n*gg* wanna sound like
bone for a record deal. shoulda kept it real and quit frontin’, n*gg*, go
round-for-round with the best. n*gg*, step up and meet your death,
f*ckin’ with kray, little lay, biz, wish, and flesh. yeah, it’s all about
survival of the fittest, and it’s on. n*gg*, realize or you die, you b*tch-*ss
n*gg*s ain’t bone [bone, bone, 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? n*gg*, you ain’t
bone.
ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let ’em know that we’re chargin’.
clones pay.
come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let ’em know that we’re
chargin’. clones pay.

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