Bone Enterpri$e in the house and just left tha liquor store, so nigga, anything goes.  'Cause we on a mission for the 4 Bs:  bank, bud, brew, and bitches, muthafuckas!

I'm getting repaid.  You're hittin the ground from the sound of buckshots.  Well, what do you know?  I'm hitting the flow and pushin' me down is two cops.  I'm back on the block and sellin' my rocks, but niggas gettin' jealous.  They gave me a brew, and hit me for two.   I'm callin up my fellas.

Well it's the ruthless nigga gangsta, comin' out with the message to jealous muthafuckas, straight on my dick and bitin' lyrics.  Who is that perpetratin' and takin' our lyrics, non-originatin' slobs.  You wait 'til they album comes out.  

Boogie Nite:
Straight from the city where thieves dwell, thugs, gangstas, and bitches sell, the place you would journey is not a myth [Krayzie:  yeah, muthafucka!], but Cleveland is up in this bitch!

Now Krayzie Bone is rippin' and stickin' them niggas up in the nine-two, and all these niggas steppin' must got static with my crew.  Well, nigga bring it on.   Send them chromes to your dome.  Krayzie Bone ain't no ho; I gets mine in the nine-O.

It's the #1 Assassin, just be quick to put that ass out, chillin' with Bizzy, and Krayzie, and Wish, drinkin' 'til we pass out.  Bone Enterpri$e, the gangstas niggas be pimpin' hoes, livin' like criminals, untouchable niggeros.

Hell muthafuckin' yeah!  So now you know:  Bone Enterpri$e is up in this bitch!  And for the people who didn't think we was comin' out:  nigga, you bought it!

Yeah, Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, and Wish Bone in the muthafuckin' house.  [Bizzy:  Boogie Nite] My nigga, Boogie Nite, this muthafucka. Yo, and we bus tickets muthafucka!
Praise the twelve gauge.

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