Lyrics:
see imma star (Aye)
But I came up from nothin'
Shit, I was just bumpin' that Bone Thugs -N- Harmony
When I roll through the city, them bitches, they
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
me right along
Nigga ran away from home
Doin' different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good, gettin' into
and never let these bitches know ya
And even though I'm gettin' high, a thug nigga gettin' by
Catchin' bitches spittin' lies, I'm gettin' mine
All day, I
comfortable, 'cause life is all good
But one thing we must remember, is that life is all hood
And the casket's all wood and we all take there one day (shit)
ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggaz crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link
I carry's the Heaterz, always
Small timers, get left
the clit to oblivion, guess I'm talking belligerent
Head off, I'm so ignorant, please state your significance
Ain't no harmony, thug, but my bone is
Bop 'n keep it dippin' (dippin')
Bop 'n keep it dippin' (dippin')
Bop 'n keep it dippin'
In the manor I ain't slippin', nah
Bop 'n keep it
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
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
Calling for Oprah Winfrey, all debates aside
Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest nigga alive
And everything you do
Lover, lover, lover, lover, lover for you
writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers,
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
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
it
[Mia X]
I can be your mistress
You can keep your wifey
I understand
I'm all good with this back-up plan
[Chorus]
the fo'-fo')
[Krayzie Bone]
Don't be fuckin' with my money, nigga no,
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all.
Pump slugs, when blood hit
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
There bumpin my jam, guess who I see
Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed?
We got Bizzy Bone, Krayzie
Layzie, Wish and Flesh, thugs-n-harmony
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
right along
Nigga ran away from home
Doin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on
Wreck is all for the good, gettin' into shit
to sleep
We hot nicks like Meth and Redman
Make you Blackout back that ass up
Enter this and throw your back out
We Thug to the Bone that's why
I keep it all
no reason for alarm
Soon after this maneuvering, artists all over
Started being influenced by those Bone Thugs-N-Harmony-esque cadences and flows
the po po's cause were neva clean/Went from workin
triple beam,weighin up bigga n betta
-WoodFella #1-(Bizzy Bone)-Chorus-
Where my real thugs at?/Blaze
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