I'm like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest that's so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead and give 'em all they can get! Send them suckas to the lyric cemetery, or the rap hospital.
I'ma work 'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho! Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for! First, the fan side could be forgiven – you didn't know! Second time, I got up in 'em like 'here we go!' No matter what, they sayin' we still the most realest that ever did it, feel me flow! And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh! A little taste so they can test and make 'em see how we the best and I'll be realer than the rest don't flex 'cause the pump gonna get 'em. And we got everybody screamin' and singin' but these out-of-shape suckas need exercise! So I'ma get up in their mental. They call me The Granddad – Granddaddy of the Bone flow! Well little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured this would be the lick and we'd be next to shine. They don't wanna see me shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back in the Bone zone! But you beginnin' with the daddy you don't know. And Bone gonna win 'cause them Bone n-ggas' rebels. The fight won't end 'til the war get settled. If God The Creator, then y'all n-ggas' devils.
Off with his hand! F-ck it, off with his head! Make him stand front and center, let me see what the rookie got? Bet a n-gga ain't got nothin', they bluffin'! Tryin' to come up on somethin', bubblin'! I'ma say this really, really, really loud! Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them! Trust him, never! On a whole 'nother level. I don't play with little kids, I spank that ass, boy you know who we is! (Bone, Bone, Bone! ) My homies the greatest! I roll with the best, see? Who in the f-ck wanna test these n-ggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat! Y'all know what happened to the thief when the king catch him stealin', got his hands in the cookie jar. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go 'Pow!' Take my style, let me show you how I go wild. Hold down! Welcome to the showdown! (showdown! ) I think it's 'bout time little Layzie let 'em know now. Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down. Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone! As we continue to pick up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
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