"RIOT"
FLESH-N-BONE

Flesh-N-Bone:
Yeah, yeah.  Unh huh, unh huh, callin' all my trues [trues].  Mo Thug family bringin' it to ya once again.  Callin' all my thugstas, thugstas, thugstas, thugstas and hustlas, hustlas, hustlas.  Callin' all my thugstas, thugstas, thugstas, thugstas and hustlas.

We the tightest, trues humbly united, family never divided, be the survivors, Mo Thug riders comin' and set it off, start the riot [And halt!].

My nigga, the Fifth Dawg breakin' it off so raw, and let me set it off once again.  I'm ready for battle.  Well, if it's on with the war, then let the games begin.  My friend, you feelin' the wrath Mo Thugs steady bring.  When we hit the scene, we gonna (?) everything.  Listen to the fat lady sing.  It'll be over, so tell 'em why.  You better get out of my way, clear my path.  My nigga put 'em in a bullet bath, wig-splitters, and niggas.  I love when I blast my trigger.  Ready and willing soon, they tried.  I'm buckin' and killin' police--leave 'em in the streets with their badges all bloody, fuck 'em all.  Ain't no peace.  Strapped, the heat on thugs, they poppin' the nines, it's time to get with ya.  Bet I won't miss ya, bullet hit ya.  Better hope you survive, when I come get ya.

We the tightest, trues humbly united, family never divided, be the survivors, Mo Thug riders comin' and set it off, start the riot.

We on the mash, collectin' cash.  At last, my niggas, we finally made it up out of the ghetto.  But I want cheddar, bet I never knew none could fade it.  Rollin' with gauges, and whole lot of ammunition in my trunk.  If there's any chalk left when I get done, I'll reach for my shit (...?...) they're dumped.  Bump, thump and my people down your block, thugsta mentality straight from the Glock Glock.  Let off my heat, pop shot 'til the cop drop, daily, my shit don't stop.  Who aim to try and tame me?  I'm gonna mangle 'em, then bang they brain, and strangle fools who fuck with our name.  I crept and I came with game.  I'm tellin' y'all, "Fuck the fame."  I'm out to get paid, that's what I envision.  Givin' ya a hit, you fiend, and listen nigga, my trues still on the mission, yeah.
We the tightest, trues humbly united, family never divided, be the survivors, Mo Thug riders comin' and set it off, start the riot.
Let's carry out will after will.  My deals are handled, fulfilled with a mighty power.  Up against forces of evil, and we have been waitin' at last for the final hour.  How I pray to the Lord, heavenly Father, will He have got mercy?  I'd rather disperse you into the line of fire, and gun they buck when they hurt you.  Hit 'em with a curse and you got glocks, and it servin' niggas murdered mo.  Givin' up shots to the Double Glock all day long.  Niggas steady drop P's.  Don't even (fall) touch these.  So picture the St. Clair thugstas, and we put Cleveland on that goddamn map, steady pap papped.  Now, bustas, yeah, come stumble into my world, so you can have peace, and you can have harmony.  Cause any harm to me, we can afford, 'cause I got a army, nigga.

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