Lyrics:
here the same old song...
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons
By any means, by any cost I'm out here
official to the bone gristle bone gristle
(bone bone bone bone) gristle
Let's do it
Double handed in the dark
The wrong move will get you and your man
why'all come up shorter
Try to come at the mob and get your body slaughtered
I got love for all niggas yelling out "fuck the police"
I'm a Jeffery
and I'm tired of mean muggin
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got the 40
He gone get
, move it up, get it out
These days will pass you by
You never die from no broken heart
Don't try
You can love him but you got to love yourself, love
strugglin
Boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin
So I get my nine out cause they got some static
Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic
Flem got
fallen into pieces, this wasn't the plan,
Look up and see the moon crumbled and broken in two, look down and see blood gushin, oozin out the wounds,
a mansion, look at all this stuff
I dunno
Look, I see something over there
Woo, man
Well, can't you hear us selling "rag and bone"?
Bring out your junk
ride let's ride
Get high, get high, get high
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie
Just Bone and Biggie Biggie
Just Bone
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
prostitute me? [Repeat: x2]
Stay under surveillance
Get out the county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry
Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone
Yo, this is the Gka-gka-genius
And I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side
You know we got the sess bones in the house
And, yo, God I'ma pass
(Here we go, yeah)
(Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're stepping around here)
Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard
my clothes
Get me out of this place
How many more stitches in my face?
Those broken bones, you pick 'em up and carry 'em
Broken bones, you carry
backbone
I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin' to paddle back home
I get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention
By eclipsing doom midigons
the crash- what's going on? anyways, in protective two IV's
(Bastard) slow motion here (let's get him in ER)
Going out on us
Who's got the defibrillator?
the crash- what's going on? anyways, in protective two IV's
(Bastard) slow motion here (let's get him in ER)
Going out on us
Who's got the defibrillator?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Mm yeah
Yeah
I got a bone to pick
I got a bone to pick
You would not notice it yeah
Only get bonuses
I got
"hit and run"
Requests for people to come forward
Someone's injured
It ain't fatal
It means I am off the hook
No blame here, Got my peace in mind
Honest
(Here we go, yeah)
(Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're stepping around here)
Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard
get out,
So I guess I gots to face it
All them dreams of having big things, I'm still gon' chase it
[Chorus: x4]
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Here they come,
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I'll
Sunk cost of substances I'm fiending
Got me fucked up
Got me blacked out in the corner
Out the door in early morning
Get ahead of today's scoring
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