Lyrics:
stayed by my side
Past on I can't fuck with bitches
Who had fucked the block
Why these n***** wanna be gang so bad? naw not today
Pop out out wit a brand
When the fire burns low
Embers in the searing morn
Pour the last cup on the dying pyre
For the four winds before setting sail
Oh north, there's
I built this destruction with my own hands and with my hands I will help
Pull it down. [Repeats: x3]
And like the worker bees, silenced by that
children
Rape our acres, take back the land sacred
Invade watch them race
Stage coach no escaping
One little, two little, three little, four
Five Indians
(riding)
Imma keep you by my side like my chrome (woah)
Ballin on these niggas ain’t no 4th & long (ballin)
Blowing on that gas
Yea we got that strong (gas)
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
life is better off,
And these niggas they don't know me they can't know me,
Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone see,
to breathe
'Cause we don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where
Our bones will rest to dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed by
it’s 4 am
DJ headed to the car
Don’t let the party end
I don’t like this part
Someone turn the lights out
Fluorescents kill my vibe oh I’m
Running
happnin'
That 40 Glock snap like Insta, ain't no need for a caption
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage
I did my stuff like a young
(what?)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah) (what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ayy (what?)
Wait, these niggas
with a gun by the groin
And what are friends for
I'm still the boss don't get sent for
Roger that 10-4
Nigga send me, point 'em out, where he at? I got
these hills
In the year of our Lord 1902
From his belly spewed iron and stone
Fours score were devoured whole
I hear their voices calling me
Through
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 there's kidnap, but
the driver's seat souped, cause it's a bentley
When I pass by, have you stuck, s.U.'s, black 'em up
Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up
Whips, go
gotta let my blade swing
Gettin to the bank after I dunk you in the bank
Buryin' all your bones under the bridge down by the lake
Pumpin' all these cones,
member
Around the compound of 15 soldiers
Lead by four to start off the war
FEE, FI, FO
FUM! I smell the blood like Nosferatu
Inhale invisible death like
kid)
I'm on these pills and I cannot sit still
(Man I can't sit)
I'm splurgin' switchin' gears
(You know I'm burning now)
Can't love no hoe, no I'm not
see a ship on the horizon
Comin' up, and I'm realizin'
It's time for another uprisin'
I'm manin' this attack by suprise n'
"Avast mates, fire up
Boosie drive right aight
Got to the light lit up my purp I grab my pistol cause these niggas they'll merk you
I made a right put on my glasses them four
yo kid man, stop the music
rollin through my, rollin through my hood
this what I see when I'm rollin through my hood
2 to the 3 to the 4 the 5 the 6
the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again)
(Bad Boy, 98)
You
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
phone
Yeah u bad to the bone yeah u bad to the bone
Got these bitches tryna know got these bitches tryna know
Blonde hair white toes yeah baby that’s my
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