Writer/s: Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mc Cane, Bryon Mccane, Charles Scruggs, Christopher Jasper, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Steven Howse Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die? Then miss sleazy set up eazy to fall, you know why we sinninĪnd krayzie intended on ending it when it ends Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung Living in a hateful world sending me straight to heaven See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroadsĪnd I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Y'all know y'all forever got love from them bone thugs babyĪnd he shoudn't be gone, in front of his homeīetter believe bone got a shoulder you can lean on (lean on) 'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossreads While you laughin we're passing, passing away Still we laced, now follow me roll strollĬome let's go take a visit of people that's long gone Pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we prayĪnd we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray We living our lives to eternal our soul aye-oh-aye-oh Oh what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs God bless you working on a plan to heavenįollow the lord all twenty-four-seven days, God is who we praiseĮven though the devil's all up in my faceīut he keeping me safe and in my place, say graceįor the case to race with a chance to face the judge Lil' layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then pleaseīury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say I only roll with bone my gang look to where they lay Little boo, god's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody Let's all bring it in for wally, eazy sees uncle charlie
When judgment comes for you ('cause it's gonna come for you) When there aint no where to hide (tell me what) (When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you) When there ain't no where to run (tell me what) Clair P's, to appeal to the G's, and a buck to all my enemies.īizzy's in the house.Bone bone bone bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the Bone in me runnin' with thugs so, to the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's. Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest, and, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge, mud, drug me victim. So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow. Sit back and just smoke to the same cut, Leather Face on the creep, and I came up. Thug runnin' the nine-quat, and you better believe they be wantin' this thug style, so what now? See the Bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up. They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone-you don't wanna get shut down. Olde English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk. Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot, love P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk. Gotta get 'em up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock. Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain, (Rose), loc'in', steady chokin' off that potent smoke and runnin' from the po-po, now. Now follow me, now, roll, stroll, off deep in the Land. Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack, (?) on our way back.
Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers, how thugstas must stack. It's still the same, now, bailin' in my black, trench vest. Strate Jacket's gotta make that money, man. Try to creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under. Get ready for the Bone and the Mo Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla. Chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew, thinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, fools. But I gotta get mine, so scream out, "Mo!" and let me hear ya holler, not about that mighty dollar, ro1l with the Bone, mo' thugs will follow. Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin', bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no competition. You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel, just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples 'cause we so real. We're not against rappers.īut we are against those thugs.