Lyrics
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood
Smoke, and I choke, gotta creep on ah come up, niggas be tryin run up
But I bust, and they drop to their death, now they done up, gun up, hunt my blunt up
Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady
Call me lightweight crazy, Number One, nigga, Little Layzie
Nigga don't wanna bang
Runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs
Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gon' have to show ya
Faded a nigga that stepped up, and slipped in some shit
See the boss just stood up and put a foot up that ass, had to blast that click-click
Praise the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave
Puttin' them souls up off in them graves
Dwell in Hell a lonely slave. Amazed, must I blaze
It's insane when I take that bud to the brain. Toke, choke
Holdin' me smoke until ah me strained, feelin' no pain
Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept, and I'm ready to let loose
Sawed-off hangin', danglin' up under the trench, fin' to blow that chest through
Shoulda wore a vest, fool
Layzie Bone don't front, nigga check or get wrecked
Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC, loc'd out with the khakis and high techs
Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man
Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we Howse that rap game
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me)
Well, what do you know, hoes? and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on
And kickin' it on the stage, I'm finna break, gettin' my serve on, so
Leave 'em alone. They come, they need to be shown
Then Bone done chrome blown
Lay slugs up in to them domes, so gone
You better go run a hoe check, if you wanna test nut with Flesh
I'm feelin' the tension for murda
You're runnin' up eye to eye with death
Face to face, now nevertheless, you're takin' a loss
And this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin
Remember the vow said I'll preach 'em and teach 'em
Greetin' 'em with me nine. Runnin' with thugs and hustlas
And murder them every time, nigga
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me)
Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper
Reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper
Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter
Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver
When I'm in me smugster, never the studio thugsta
Buck 'em, buck 'em, motherfuck 'em, thug never them bluffin', fuck them bustas
So back up off me. No, Stack won't let me slip
When a nigga start to step, that weapon put 'em in the graveyard, bitch
Better buy your vest, then test Rest. The Ripsta quick
To pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in yo brains, nigga
My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast
Get a buck for the block, at last, blast they ass, pass cash, then stash
Me can killa for free, for homies and family
Tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga
The Ripsta, put 'em in rivers, it don't stop
Drop P's to them SCT's and Double Glock
Pop, pop. Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
You don't want fuck with, nor buck with
Rip's making them bustas blood
Me fillin' 'em lurkin'. Nightmare murderer show no mercy
Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in me trench, and then click it
On niggas, just rippin'. Steady comin' up missin', thuggin' with me click, and
Now Leatherface takin' your life, so ya fin ta be tossin', now rest in a coffin
'Cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash
Buck the guard while walkin' past
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang. And I claim and hang with these
Niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
Gotta give P's, 'cause they swang these. Come
Nigga, meet my hood, it's for nothin' but thugs and hustlas
Sin never been no busta, he'll stuff it, buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch
Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run
So the po-po don't catch up. Nigga can't be arrested
One M-11, me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're failin'
One-Eighty-Seven. Eleven trailin', bailin' from the cell, and nigga bigger the Mossberg
The quicker you're to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman
That's all ya heard
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bang, bang)
Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bang, bang)
Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bang, bang)
Bone, Bone
