"Hell Sent"

[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace
Body bags and caskets may all godd cease
Together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia
First, Krayzie Bone AKA Leatherface The Sawed Off Gangsta
Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga!

[Chorus]
Murda, murda, murda, murda

[Krayzie]
Sold my soul ot the devil
But I changed my mind now I want it back
But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We belled through hell in khakis, locs, and black skully caps
So satan called his posse full of demons and witches
We met up at the Abyss ready to salughter the bitches
Yo, but wouldn't you know satan went out like a sucka
So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"

"#1 Assassin"

[Bone]
Stop, everybody, what's that sound?
AK-47, so ya better hit the ground
Stop, everybody, what's that sound?
AK-47, so get the fuck down!

[Layzie]
Well it's the #1 Assassin
Provin' a point to many people
Some claim to be assassins
But to Bone there is no equal
And Bone will stand alone
And buck down any other sucka
Me quick to pull me gun
And straight up kill that muthafucka
You never can know when Bone'll ?
Commit the one eighty-seven
'Cause all I can see is cockin'
The nine and sendin' you straight to Heaven
You're dead on the dot, so fuck a blood clot
You know I'm expectin' to win this
So give 'em up, chump. I beatin' you down
To survive, survival of the fittest
No one can last. I'm beatin' your ass
I'm quicker to blast. I'm keepin'
The cash including the stash
So I will be killing you quick in a flash, come down
And it's a shame how I will kill without hesitation
Me load me clip, me fingers slip
Now that's the assassination
So pick up the body and tie it to bricks
Go dump it in the river
I'm letting you know that Bone is no ho
You never catch me shiver
So, don't try to trip, you're getting a blast
Some shit that's everlasting
You had a run-in, and now you're done-in by the #1 Assassin

[Chorus]

[Layzie]
Now see me hypin' 'em up and strikin' 'em
Keepin 'them doper than the rest
'Cause Layzie Bone is an assassin
Puttin' a bullet to your chest
You're caught. Me watch ya bleed
Now you may say that me sick
If you a bitch, me slap you down
And fuck you up with the dick
Because the villainous killer
I'm chillin' now with your girl on me dick, uh
The slimmer the nigga the quicker
The trigger unloads on your shit
'Cause I be hype when I'm on the set
Squeezin' the trigger, then me break
It's murder she wrote, the reason me broke
So please don't test me fate
Layzie Bone will pull me gun, don't consider it strange
That reggae man who's on the scene
With the mind that's deranged, uh
The shit that me be doin' is like far beyond the usual
Rockin the mic or takin' a life
I still kick funky musical
Bone will grab a bitch and bone
That bitch till she bleeds, uh
The weapon is kept in up in me pants
Me givin' her what she needs
For y'all niggas on me dick
Me will be buck buck buck buck blastin'
'Cause Layzie Bone is the #1 Assassin

[Chorus]

[Layzie]
Now Layzie Bone is comin' again
Me smokin' them niggas like dope
And when me load me clip it's like (imitates gun noise)
Me swift you slit your tongue, me lickin' a lyrics when me drunk
Buck you down with me handgun, then me goin'
In me trunk for me pump for that redneck copper always on me dick
So me forced to grab the pump and let the fucker go click
So me peelin' off his cap 'cause I'm not down for goin' to prison
Me poprrring the clip, 'cause it's a bullet that me give 'em
Me poprrr his head to keep him dead to keep 'em off me back
Me set it off, count the money in stacks 'cause Bone is here to attack
Me stumbled around, me fumbled around, to keep it at a flow
Me kickin' ass. You feel me blast from me forty-fo
But don't you fuck with me 'cause Tony Tone got me back
And Krayzie Bone is steppin' in with the ultimate jackin'
With the AK-47, Wish is buck buck buck buck blastin'
'Cause Layzie Bone is the #1 Assassin

[Chorus]

"We Be Feindin'"

[Bone]
Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya
Oh yo yo yo yo yo yo

[Krayzie]
Me take a puff and then me watch for the po-po
That's 'cause me wantin no encounter with the 5-0

[Bizzy]
Smoke, smoke, smoke, until you choke
I'm gettin a buzz, and buyin' the grub
I'm goin broke for the good thai
So, nigga, just pass me the bud
I'm a fiend for the green leaves
Yeah I got the cheese, G's
I need some weed, so pass me the trees, please
Now roll a huddha, 'cause it'll surely do ya
You say that weed ain't doin' shit
Don't let the buddah fool ya

[Krayzie]
Now, Krayzie Bone is rollin' a huddah
I pick it up, take a puff, and then me drop
Me smokin' the dank, me smokin' the pot
Me smokin' the sess, but never the rock
And every ten dollars I get
I'm goin to purchase a sack, and then I kick back
I'm keepin' that one to myself to roll up a fat spliff
And then I relax
I never knew no one who smoke up a fifty-sack like me
And yes, me need some weed, and, why?
'Cause we be fiendin'

[Layzie]

"Ganksta Attitude"

[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out
Check this shit out: I got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house
Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone
And the muthafuckin' bomb is in the muthafuckin' house
We gonna do a little something like this...

Yeah...Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let's proceed with lychin', yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So now you know what I'm bitchin', ho
The weapon is kept in inside the trunk of the 9-ball
Put triggers on niggas
In rivers, that's where they find y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're stayin' in line
Me twenty two is no fun
So let me play with me nine
I'm steppin'with the Enterpri$e
My only army brigade, and if I drop
Then I just throw this like a hand-grenade

"Bless Da 40 Oz."

[Layzie]
It's all because of brew
I'm feelin fresh and new
I bless a forty a day
So now I never have to have another sober day
When blessin' 40's I'm a pro
I just thought I'd let you know
You Can't take my brew away from me...

[Bizzy]
I down my 40 kinda slow; I like to savor it
And while the niggas try to down it
I like to save my shit
See, brew's a must to me, so put your trust in me
Yeah, I'm a stone-cold alcoholic for eternity
If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig
If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig
If you're an alchy and you know it
Takin' a swig will surely show it
If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig
Now take a muthafuckin' gulp for the Bones, swig it
Hog it, dog it, or just leave that shit alone
I gotta get my buzz on: Olde, Gold, P.M., and Ides
I dip the joint into the brew so I can get high
And well, ya know what they say
I need a swig a day with ?
Down with the brew-swiggers, yeah
We all in the house, and all them real niggas
We bless da 40 ounce! Gotta bless my 40
Or my crew will put me out
My name is Bizzy Bone, I gotta bless da 40 ounce
Who's next to bless da forty?
I don't wanna put you out
So, Krayzie Bone, bless da 40 ounce!

"Bone Bone Bone"

[Krayzie]
Who be the niggas that's sneakin' the pistol up in the party
Drinkin' that 151 Bacardi
Drunk and finna fuck up somebody... (Bone Thugs)
Keepin' it realer than real in the field
Niggas that's packin' that steel
Who be the niggas that soldover 30 million strong... (Bone Thugs)
Who be the niggas in black
Who be the niggas with straps
Who be the niggas that's bustin' back at the got-damned law... (Bone Thugs)
Who be the niggas that "Crept On Ah Comeup" and did it Eazy
Who be the niggas that's daily got down foe they thang leadin'
Cleveland... (Bone Thugs)
Smokin' the weed or the fever, the reefer
that keep em a pot of the sweetest cheeba
Nigga y'all...
Y'all know who that is... (Bone Thugs)
Them niggas that sing, them niggas that rap
They got everybody tryin' to do that
Fuck recognize, nigga ya better respect, who...who...who... (Bone Thugs)
I told these niggas that Bone is the shit
So keep on rollin ya spliff
And smoke a blunt to this shit... (Bone Thugs)...

[Layzie]
Who was the niggas that thugged in the streets, number one on the charts
And who was the niggas that's pullin' ya card
The niggas that show we got nothin' but heart...(Bone Thugs)
Now who was the niggas that come to my side when its about murder
My niggas...my niggas'll hurt ya
ya better believe it, we comin' to serve ya... (Bone Thugs)
We be them niggas foe life
Mentality tight, doin' what we like
Now who was them niggas that told ya to get down foe ya rights... (Bone Thugs)
Now who be the niggas that step in the club makin' everyting pause
So fresh, so clean, no flaws
who be the rawest clique you done saw... (Bone Thugs)
Damned right, we keep it original out fo' the door
We hit 'em up quick with a flip flow flow and then we introduce you to
Mo!... (Bone Thugs)
The niggas that reignin' supreme
Hustled to conquer our dream, dream
Forever untouchable team
What niggas be out here gettin this cream... (Bone Thugs)
Blowin' green, roll thru the hood, glock cocked on safety
And who be the niggas that knew you was fake
but stayin' away form y'all lately... (Bone Thugs)
Li'l Layzie be that nigga that's statin' them facts
And you cn put this on Stack
'Cause muthafucka we back...

"Guess Who's Back"
(feat. LaReece)

[LaReece]
Guess who's back. [Repeat 7x]

[Intro: Krayzie Bone]
[Repeat 2x]
Who the thugs with the wickedest rhymes
Wickedest rhymes, wickedest rhymes

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & LaReece]
[Repeat 4x]
Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
We keep it goin' get it for the Mid West
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We can't forget about Flesh
We finna drop another bomb
We figure they can't take another rhyme
Come back off and get um with another platinum ryhthm
and they won't fuck in the lab
They want to try to keep up so come on
Thirty million sold and that I'll just stay at that now what about that
Listen to the thuggish
And listen to every other rapper rap about who that come from
Talkin' Bone fell off
Say what they bust just like us
They ain't even knowin' were it came from like richer niggas
They ain't going to give it to us so we gon take it
We just come to tell you that Bone Thugs back
And we still creepin'

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Lareece]
[Repeat 4x]
Bone Thugs back and your gonna be in trouble

[LaReece]
Guess who's back. [Repeat 7x]

"Home"
(feat. Phil Collins)

[Layzie Bone]
I been stuck in the struggle
And I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble
I'm gettin' caught up in the touch
Instead of usin' my muscle
And everytime I extend my heart to my mother
Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle
Sometimes I sit and I wonder
If a nigga pull my number
If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a soul program
I'ma pump my fist
I'm stayin' ready for this
And you can put this on Wish
I never seen the abyss
And when I needed a ride
You wouldn't give me a lift
And now I'm poppin' my cris
You niggas all on my dick
I wanna change the world
You wanna change ya life
I wouldn't a put up a fight
If I knew it was trite
They say everything happin' for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'
Needin' general assistance
Out here needin' public housing
Out here tryna make ends meet
Tryna get on their feet
But see brain so cloudy
And I know what you don't know
You better get on your mission and get down for your dough
See the real niggas ready out here taken control
See I'm screamin' out Mo'
With my pockets on swoll
Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house
Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse

"What About Us"

[Chorus 2x]
(What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?) What about this arresting from the police?
(What about us?) What about my young thugs cry?

[Layzie]
Its for my, incarcerated niggaz
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong cause you aint alone
Remember you always got love from home
They steal this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it
But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
You got'sa, love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats
What about these whack ass politicians
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing, gotta survive on SSI
They say America, it's the land of the free and home of the brave
Its mass hysteria, so bring your knees and hope we can fight
And if bury us, at least we can live as we believe
Dog aint ever gonna break our pride
Aint nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism (fuck that)
And what about this war against us

[Chorus]

[Wish]

"Get Up & Get It"
(feat. 3LW)

[Hook (Layzie, Krayzie & 3LW)]
You gotta get up, get out and get something
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it)
You gotta get up, get out and get something
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it)
You gotta get up, get out and get something
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it)
You gotta get up, get up, get up, get up
(Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up and get it)

[In the 4th line of hook]
Get up and get something

[Layzie]
It's all about money ain't nobody frontin'
I gotta go get it we gotta survive
Whether it's workin' a nine-to-five
Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line
Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work
For all of my days that I run this earth
I'ma make it count for what it's worth
You never know about this life and the type of pain that it can bring
That's why you gotta get off of you're thing cuz it ain't no dream and it
ain't no game
We so serious, dogg you know it don't stop
I know time is the devil's workshop

[Bizzy]
See I do it I did it
And y'all know that I'm wit it
I'll give anything for passin' and take to it back
A hustlin' little brother with crack
But now I grind a little bit harder
Harder my niggaz stories in order
See, it was hard for me momma