Lyrics:
gone Ball regardless
Hotter than the sun
Got 34 shots in a gun
Call it Charles Barkley
And We might leave this b**** with a few mo bodies
Young n
him yo nuh fraid fi crack a skull!
See say dem a coward so mi kno mi deven need mi gun!
Run dem dung n buss a throat and watch head rolling pon di
the block
Since black rose since kairi Chanel
Learned to channel my voice,
The game gettin fake n it’s easy to tell
I come from a city of doers
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
Lost from a pure 'n strange taste
Can't even realize the time I waste
Cos you’re dancing in my head
Wrapped in guns and roses
All my blood
Is poisoned by
flood
To save the lager from the guns and spillage of blood
See the English roses spreadin' through the land, but there's a wag-'n-bietjie thorn in
my N** every location we lock it
If your family say the word
We let it pop by the end of the week
We at your site giving you your Flowers
Since you
100 rounds
You can be big and get killed by a kid with 100 pounds
Tell me N***a how it sounds
In the wrong town don't be play a clown
Or they'll put you
Kweezy tryn spin he twirl
My bullet proof vest ain't stop cupids bow n arrow
Got hard wit air holes they doing soft on mirrors
Your bitch released eggs
signin' off
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names
Late late late
Hook x4
[Layzie Bone]
She pulled the curtain
Fo' certain
We go'n leave these
letter loyalties that
Dry before dawn
By habit or craft my whole discograph
Is first murmur and last stab
Relentless as rent checks
My rep is a slur,
soft as rose pettles b
Fly goon Lucifer n god wit me Keep it a brik so out of heaven he kikn me Rose from konkrete da law kant govern me ant nunnin
gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point
[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,
don't even try ta test me
Gun burstin - leave a nigga
Face where his chest be
Nigga - SQ we be tha gulliest clique
Get outta line and ya skully git split
trot
Tra la tra la, tra la tra la tra la
Whale bone fields 'n' belts
Whale bone farmhouse
Cavorts girdled in letters alight
Cavorts girdled in letters
y'all
I don't fuck wit y'all
I don't I don't fuck wit yall
We gettin money
Fly n lit
2 Extra guns wit extra clips
Cause niggas mostly to trip
And nigga
dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just
suicidal
Kray psycho like Michael
Ehh hee
Comin' back like I just sold a sack on the 99
Drive by n I kill em with words, bloody, a mess all over the curb
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
the fuck, this game wanna screw me///
At my label meeting's, say-my-greeting, then show'em I came with at toolie(gun noise)
Cockin a nine// while u dropping
cascading
No mo' hesitating
Know he's patently been waiting
Ready to to give myself to satin
Angles love n' demons hate, both raised me
Rose Mary's baby
Got a Guns N Roses t-shirt, and never listened to the band
Just being honest, I just though that shit looked cool
Hold up, do you know who I am?
Kicking in doors, f*** with my conscience
All of my dawgs yeah they real
Cannot fake 'em
Used to buy guns off the street
Now I make 'em
I trick a n**** just
The name is Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that
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