"Thug Luv"
(feat. 2Pac)

[2Pac]
Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA
nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
it's time to slay these bitch made niggas

[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

[2Pac]
they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

[Bizzy]
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland

"Hatin Nation"

[Krayzie]
Playa playa playa (hate me,hate me)
Playa playa playa (like you do on me)
Playa playa playa (hate me,hate me)
Playa playa playa (like you do on me)
Playa Hata (hata hata) we know very well
Playa hata (hata hata) who you are(are)
Playa hata (hata hata) don't let em smoke your weed
playa hata (hata hata) or ride in your car (your car)
Playa Hata (hata hata) we know very well
Playa hata (hata hata) who you are (are)
Playa hata (hata hata) don't let em smoke your weed
playa hata (hata hata) or ride in your car (your car your car)
Don't let that murda murda get cha man
don't let that murda murda get cha baby
dont let that murda murda get you man, yea yea yea

[Bizzy and Krayzie]
playa hation has begun to rise, n it's contagious pray
betta not let it get you man, hata hata hataz
hataz hatin this song song, n if I had a wish
I would teach the world to be a thug in harmony (thug in harmony)
every Bone get up (get up) and let us move on (move on)
maybe some could follow if there hearts were not so cold (so cold)
come and picture for the family scripture
tell me what do ya see, club nigga in a mask
a man tryin to blast ass
nigga know you need to just leave us leave us leave us alone
You know we put you in the, no Bone in we pretender
You know we put you in the, no Bone in we pretender

[Layzie]

"7 Sign"
(feat. Maje$Ty)

[Bizzy]
Yeah, this for all you non-believers
Especially out in the C-O
Man, fuck y'all niggas
Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) [x2]

[Maje$ty]
7 Sign...

[Bizzy]
I put who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Look who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)

Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up
Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out
Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7
What am I yellin'? Murderer
Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you
(Muthafucka, don't play me) play me
Nigga, not today
I see you but you can't see me
I know with all of government and
Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb)

"Wasteland Warriors"
(feat. Souljah Boy)

[Krayzie (Talking)]
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin
Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...)

What if we slowed it down?
Then, nigga, you would hear me
I know niggas would fuck around
And say we tried to steal your style
Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest
Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload
So, when them funky, funky jump me
Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll)
It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid
But, oh no, niggas heard the flow
And wanted a piece of the cake
It kinda pissed me off that ? figured they could get skills
But when kept on disrespectin'
Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga
I'm from the Land where every niggas plan
And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin'
And they don't understand them niggas rappin'
But still they actin' like criminals
? reciprocal
They don't know it, even though
Oh, no, no, can't let you go
When I pop pop pop (pop, pop)
That funk'll gon' blow you away
Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed

"Neighborhood Slang"

[Krayzie:]

I87 is a lesson for them niggaz
that want to test
bring more than cause me shotgun
will be buckin your chest
wanna be Mothug thugsta menatatlity
runs through the BONE
pop pop to the dome
fall short to the crome
get wraped that bitches on
much love for the green leaves
but me trues have to ease me down
puff puff head rush
popin in me clip and I got plenty rounds
me n pretenda
no studiothugsta
BONE'll get wit cha
straight #1 lil' rispsta
swing watch him hit cha
so we can swang (we can swang)
down for my thang (down for my thang)
finna blow to tha brain
though you could hang
when I swang them things
thats insane
stay low (so low)
dem popo know me no surrender
dem niggaz on tha street they remember as beeing no pretenda
standin up on tha block
9 mm cocked
and me hang, and me gott my niggaz lookin out for me back
and them watch for them rocks
and you know its nuthin but the neighboorhood thang

U Ain't Bone"

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
I'm sending a message to warn you imposters
All hating in my business
When I see you I'm a drop you
Get slugged and get drugged
My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when I spot you I should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But I won't stop until they get shot
When they get out the hospital
They gonna get shot, too
The fast one bringing that AK
Better walk, then we even
When I leave and flees to Cleveland
Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
So goodbye. We're shutting it down
And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
Cloning our sound, we found your town
Now is you ready for the war?
Cry loud and go
Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep
And even oppose and order them hoes
Gonna flee with me?
Bitch, fuck with me then see that
My little aliens, yeah
We come to your city. Can they really
Put it on down with the pistol?
Can you feel me, feel me?

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
They beat biters, dope-style takers
When I see you face-to-face
My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater
You niggas ain't Bone, you clone
You wrong. What the fuck?
You niggas ain't thinking
What's the consequence?
Now I'm 'bout to get
Real deadly. Ready for the war
When we just start bombing shit
Trying to cop my click?
Hell no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this was a game?
Now it's time to make you feel the pain
Wanna test my everyday thang?
I aim straight for your temple
It's really that simple when I seen it splatter
Had I even killed one of you clones
Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter
Scattered. Run for the border
Your career is getting shorter
Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya
Mo Thug Records taking over
I told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means infantry
Instantly finna be World War 3
If you fucking with my family jewels. You fools!
You niggas break golden rules
Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Them niggas going platinum every time
I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride?
It's do or die. Then, nigga, I die
I jump in my Five Double-O
If you got it, better flaunt it
I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks
And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it
Come get it. And while you're rapping
On your song, just remember no pretenders
Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone!

"Get' Cha Thug On"

If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air, Yeah, Yeah
But we like this thug shit,
that's why we kick in the hood where thugstas play
If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air, Yeah, Yeah
But we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit,
but we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit

Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on

Let's go, Now we down to ride
Everybody, swear to God that I'm down for mine
But I feel the Lord done bless me
We marchin' soldiers (soldiers)
Can't fuck with nothin' but them warriors (warriors)
What you thought, nigga?
And if they can't sit down with the buck to the bang, bloody redrum
And I make a little change.
Gotta watch for the cops, there will be some, (damn!)
Duck that ass when I shoot, no longer and I just let loose
No longer can I just buck buck at you
Cause law got bitches bulletproof
Got shit to prove, got shit to move,
make a move, playa hater, and we watchin' you
But don't you think I won't pull my shit, split your shit
That's how y'all fuckin' with thugsta's shit
Better quit that shit
Or we come and come, shit gon' be hummin', hum
And I know you don't want that, feel my warning..

Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
(Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..)
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
(Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..)
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
(Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..)
Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on
(Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..)

"All Original"

[Krayzie (Flesh)]
Better not be so quick test us,
(May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now
We'll kill ya, now

[Krayzie]
Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga
And still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas
in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?
Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"
No, I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine
'Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say
"Oh, my!" but check it out, though
I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all
And I made it, takin' out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga
So paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up
Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs
And they figure they can try me
Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin'
Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'
Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate
And say that we ain't true to what we say
But then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate
We bang them fuckin' brains (we bang them brains)
But then, we switch subject
And fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick
Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style
Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town
It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
So here we go, got a gun - should I buck 'em on down?
Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?
Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh?
I'm so full anguish
Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it
But they can't get the hang of it
Yeah

[Chorus]

[Flesh]

"Blaze It"

So high [x8]
I'm so high
So high [x7]
If refer really makes you happy
Nigga Blaze it
Hell yeah
Hell yeah [x2]
Straight smokin, tokin
Rollin blunts
And ya lovin [x4]
We alright
We alright
Hell yeah
We feelin alright [x2]
I been fucked up since the last sweet song
P.O.D.'d the whole night long [x2]
If refer really makes you happy
Nigga Blaze it
Hell yeah
Hell yeah [x4]
Straight smokin, tokin
Rollin blunts
And ya lovin [x4]
We alright
We alright
Hell yeah
We feelin alright

"Let The Law End"

[Krayzie]
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply get the raw end
Coffins open, dump 'em all in

Nine millimeters, three-eighty's
You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery
Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis
Let us begin with bullets
Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison
And let 'em come with us - retaliation
We come and blast 'em with leather masks on
Let loose

[Wish]
You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair
These niggas is killas, try to feel us
Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland
We steadily creepin' on ya
And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep
Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone
Let loose

[Layzie]
Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it
Then he better shoot
Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue
Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through
Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again
And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript
Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler
Bailin' through the Land equipped
When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it
Jump off in my hottie
Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party
Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah