"NOTHIN' BUT DA BONE IN ME"
FLESH-N-BONE
You don't wanna see my Flesh [Flesh, Flesh . . .]
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see me.
Feel thug shit pumpin' out of Cleveland, all up in your system,
hittin', makin' everybody move. No matter where you're from, come
on and get with this. Here to make your party, body, so groove over
to the Glock, the spot, we got it poppin' all day to get through the night,
swisha, fill 'em on up with the icky, sticky, sippin' liquor got you nice.
Whip out the lighter, flame on up. It be to completely (?) me
up. Everyone, have a nice time, get along with your people. Don't
wanna hear people fuss or cuss. If they do, then I crush 'em. Break
every bone off in his body, 'cause all my people came here to have a wonderful
time, niggas, everybody crashed the party. Once in awhile we can get
a little wild, and every now and then, I comin' out to show you how. In
the Land, my city, the way we put it down. You know what it is, how
to get to my town. Listen to the rythym. Hear this sound:
[Sirens.] put you deep into a motion that just don't stop.
Feel them coppers come knockin' on your door. Get your ass on
the floor. We jam 'til we drop. Props, sendin' out shots to
my trues, been down with that nigga Flesh at the beginning and, niggas, together
'til the very ending. And I'm hit after hit, and I'm still winnin'.
And you wonder what it is in me that you really wanna roll, then
see Flesh gettin' busy with niggas that it be my thang, nothin' but the Bone
in me.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see me.
I grip me a pipe with my heater. Call upon it, when I need her.
Feedin' bullets to spit on ya corner. Think to test me? Baby,
you's a goner, loner, somebody shoulda been done warned, now. When
ya on the thug show, nigga flex, check out the Flesh, put it down. When
your in the
C-Town don't fuck those. People, you simple-minded. Don't you
find it complicated? Checkin' the best style, so I'm out get
(...?...) down the Clair (?), start none, nigga want my forty, get a
light, my sud's froze cold, so off to economies, hit up the store, and I'd
love to thank for keepin' the drink I see for me. Get me Ides, get
surprised, (gotta stop thirst) and mo' cheese. Get the with the Gs,
set a destination, we're facin', finally I'm here [I'm here]. Hit me
as I go pissy-drunk, breath stunk, puff spliff after spliff, Chinese--eyes
sunk shut, near me pass my beer on to the next man. Goin' up to
meet a pretty lady to get my boogie on for the next dance, though seem to
me her intentions was to get money, and let's face it, shame on you, honey.
Bitch made it known she wanna fuck me because I'm a Bone, don't threat,
better yet I'm a pass up the ass and keep my cash, leavin' women alone, and
go stack up my bankroll. Flip paper, dollar, grab the dollar, make
me holler, feel it in me, nothin' but the Bone.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see me.
Slowly unroll the scroll, unfold the scriptures, done told the bold, house
of trues the struggles, fake for these hoes, get a mission hit the road,
niggaz ever so cold, can't even touch us, trust us if you didn't want to
get ya grip, it wasn't a nigga ballin', who didn't put me on to this very
day, look how we goin' strong. See the Flesh out solo. We know
that I be hung and rollin'. It's Bone, thug, continue to beat on niggas
everyday, still trues humbly united gatherin souls real, come the baddest
warriors of the world. You gotta join us at will. Smoke one everyday.
Pick the bible up. Read it. Breathe it. Come on bless
it, life's for livin' on a valuable lesson . It's a test that often
got plenty a people stressin', strapped with a Wesson, chest protect with
a vest. When I'm rollin', never catch me slippin' with 2 extra clips
and a stash-pot fully loaded. Yes, I'm ready for any playa hater that's
trippin. Dippin' joints in and Henessey and a (?) smoke, four more
days (...?...) and I'm bust for the late show tonight I plan to make it right,
mashin' to the set and I'm...
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