BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY with Flesh-n-Bone

It's all Mo Thug.  It's all Mo, Mo Thug.

Oh well, if you snooze, you lose.  Ya stop prayin' that (?), when Flesh'll shoot it and catch your shit, back, stay packin' a gat in your lap always.  If you (?), roll strapped.  Now how about that?  And stack, went to go tappin', nigga pap him, fuckin' with one of my own.  No, no, wrong, and he facin' my chrome, left in my city, double nine execution, we mo' murder, stupid trick you bitch, that our destiny, we don't play with the game and beam a red line.  Hey, Little Lay ran to the stash, don't push the (?). Gotta problem?  Then handle it.  Eazy is where we came with a blessing and a masterplan.  Niggas thuggin' off in the Land, and still the band.  Can't fuck with these Cleveland Clair playas.  So the homies, you better beware 'cause the Bone and Mo Thug on this mission.  Listen better pray if you did cross us on the way, hoes.

Oh, oh, oh, I just wanna separate from the pressures, baby, or maybe, I was meant to live my life brought up in this world of games.  In God's name, I pray.  The devil--he be breakin' me down.  I could feel him 'cause he pullin' me, now.  I've been blessed with an incredible style.  When this mission is to try to separate us, wanna break us on down.  Now, ain't that foul, so I ask the Lord to help me.  Lord, why does this life of overwhelm me when we livin' in Hell?  But we cherish everyday like we in heaven, oh well, but time will tell, so we listen for the ringin' of the bell, the bell, the bell, but it be hard to maintain and stay peaceful.  If you turn over to the devil then the devil will beat you, defeat you, deceive you, evil.  He will never leave you alone.  I've been lookin' for a better day, but they don't never seem to wanna come my way, my way.  Eh, I'm havin' hell of times, tryin' to make it, 'cause my people steady stressin' my mind.  So I stay high, so I'm really sinnin' on the top of sinnin'.  Whether you're with me, it's deadly in the venom.  If it get up in your head, it could really send you on the deadly mission.  Keep your distance from the flames, maybe you can survive forever everyday.

Hell yeah, got me flippin' in the Northcoast.  Remember me:  the crook that wrote the book.  I'm off the hook.  So ya'll niggas better take another look, 'cause if you playa hate the Bone, then your life'll get took, so quick.  Never bringing you no bullshit, man.   Face to face, it's an assassin game.  Bringin' you heat, ya'll niggas' bringin' the slang, but if you wanna bring the pain then you gotta maintain.  Comin' in on another level.  I'm a put you on deck up at the top of the pile.  Fake niggas wanna claim my style, but I'm a break 'em on down, but you gotta come unique.  It's the thuggish ruggish sound that you lookin' for, searchin' for, everybody boy wanna be like Bone and stay high.   Little kids no longer wanna be like Mike, that's right.  They tryin' to be like Bone and keep thuggin' for life.  Gettin' ready for the end, dog, with my nigga, Ken Dawg, Hustlas, Shiftas, and Tre, II Tru, AJay--same muthafuckas from around my way.
with Krayzie:
This how we play, play.  Everyday it's the same ol' same around my way, around my way.  We'll be thuggin' out 'round my way.  This how we play, play.  Everyday is the same ol' same around my way, around my way, around my way.  Come around my way, my way, my way.

It's all Mo Thug.  It's all Mo, Mo Thug

Little nigga wanna come, get up in my way, hey.  Know the brain is your strength to strain to gain your fame, fame, fame, fame.  What about those hoes?  Oh, no.  Little Eazy was sure to teach Bone.  And if he's wrong, well, he's gone, but my children--they keep me strong.  My dear Lord, I miss my peoples, and it just seems so evil, and that I can't kiss my kids goodnight, put 'em to bed, tuck 'em tight, and catch 'em sleepin'.  That's all right, that's all right.  I'll get mine, hey, I'll get mine.  It'll take time, but I'm a grind. Weed and wine--I'll be just fine.  (...?...), and blow you.  And Mama B was, what?  In the back of the paddy, jumpin' out Caddies(?) cuttin' through alleys in Cleveland, Cali like daddy.  (.....?.....).  Kill ya when I get your (?). Everybody who was in your (?).

You niggas can't fuck with these Clair players on top of pile, and we rollin'.  Stand back, haters, gonna be here for a while.  Can't you hear the crowd screamin' real loud?  And that's for Bone, thugs.  Thanks the Lord my sisters got Bone to look up to and feel proud, and on top of all of that, hey, mommy's out the ghetto now.  I thank the Lord, and these Bone thugs-n-harmony for everything it brings to me, yeah.   I thank the Lord and these Bone thugs-n-harmony for everything it brings to me.  Better believe that we're doomed, doomed.  Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em, nigga ain't gon' stop none of these millions.  Been a long hard way.   Been a long, long, long hard way.  I'm glad I got mine.  Gonna floss a little bit, watch them niggas watchin' me, that's tryin' to take mine, but I got somethin' for 'em, watchin' niggas runnin' up, gonna meet his time, die, bye. Nigga don't bite or playa hate.  We got much love in Mo Thug.  It's all about Mo Thug.

It's all Mo Thug.  It's all Mo Thug, Mo Thug.


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