KRAYZIE BONE featuring Tombstone and Cat Cody

Cat Cody:
No, no, no, no, no.  We ain't said no names, y'all.  We know just who you are, and exactly why you came.  Now wouldn't it be real fucked up if we start namin' names?  We ain't said no names.

I can remember back in the day, if you bit another nigga, you was considered a biter.  Non-originality, simply disrespectin' a true rider.  Nigga, I'm fired up.  Nigga, keep on bitin' the Bone and your jaw'll get wired up.  Keep on lovin' my song, but my nigga, you ain't Bone.  Can you understand what's wrong?  Better get on.  Sayin' you been flowin' since back in the day.  Some of you was.  Well okay, but whatever it was you were stressin', it wasn't effecting nobody like this way.  Hit me.  So niggas can miss me with they drama, tell them all like Willie-D told niggas:  "Bitch, play with your mama.  'Cause I'm not your toy."  So nigga don't test me, cause Krayzie ain't no sample.  But really, could you handle big old slugs from these here magnum?  Ever since we came with Thuggish Ruggish Bone, niggas been comin' up out the woods singin' we stole they flow and song.  If that's the case then why when we kick wicked shit, muthafuckas all like it?  And then why when you come tryin' to kick my shit I can tell you strugglin' tryin'?  And back in the day how many niggas was really claimin' to be thugs?  Niggas was gangstas, so what the fuck done changed 'em?  Huh?  What really be fuckin' my head up is when one nigga do somethin', come up, make a little bit of money, somebody all on your nuts.  I'm keepin' it real, and bitch, if you feel I'm talkin' bout you, then it must be the guilt.  I think we should give them the murder treatment, yeah, that should learn 'em, baby.
Oh, oh, we gonna kill them with the big shotgun.  Yeah, fuck y'all niggas who's talkin', nigga.
Niggas talkin' shit over here, nigga.  Fuck y'all niggas wantin' to do it.
Aw shit, these niggas done started over here, they talkin' shit, say we ain't rappin' [What?].  Niggas has got the nerve, and look who platinum.  Niggas been runnin' off at the mouth before they think and look at the reality, I'm a speak on it, so bitch, be mad at me.  Now first of all, y'all can't even talk, y'all need to go get your speech right.  And then while you at it, you need quit samplin' that bullshit, and get your beats tight.  Let's meet up at midnight in the alley where nobody knowin' what's happenin'.  What's happenin?  You wanna pull out some guns or do some rappin'?  A nigga don't want no problems, but then if he wants to cause it--a nine millimeter, sawed-off, a .380, TEC-9, comin' out my closet.  Probably only have to pull a muthafuckin' twenty-two, probably just say "Boo!" and watch you niggas scuffle, scatter everywhere.  Them niggas up outta there.  That studio shit been known to give niggas like you wig-splits.  I hear you talkin', woofin' nigga, but I really can't feel shit.  Now face it, nigga, rap just ain't the same, especially since my Mo Thug family encountered the game.  The fame is pain, for this I'll pay the price, and niggas tryin' to take my life.  Always feelin' violent vibes, just because I'm shinin' now.  In the hood, it was sarcastic shit like, "You paid now.  Been awhile since you came around."  So you tellin' me that I ain't down?  But first of all, when I was broke as fuck, you niggas did not give a fuck.  Now all of the sudden ya lovin' me when we drunk, playa hata.  We know who you are, can find out where you live, better protect your kids.  Fuck it, let's blow up his crib.  10-o'clock news: "Nobody lived."
You better roll cause we give no love where we got to buck.  Break you off somethin' proper with hate.  I 'll break you off somethin' proper with love.  It's all how you take it.  We been never takin' no strippin', for the body dippin', grips in the wasteland all from mad-testin', even though they know about death--a cold place to rest in.
Cat Cody:
We know just who you are, and exactly why you came.  Now wouldn't it be real fucked up if we start naming names?  We ain't said no names.
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