(one, to the two, to the two, to the three) LDT, Layzie Bone (to the 7, 7, the 7, 7, the 7 we say) [Thin C (Layzie):] 1 for the (shine) 2 for the 3
you can get it And that's on every thing I love From the good one from the shoulders I'll bring it to any of you thugs nigga See the bone (bone) Let
kirrt house Is in the mother-kirrt house house, the Kid Bizzy Bone Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house (Yeahhhhhhhhhh) [Chorus: Bizzy Bone
DROVE AT Where low-key killers let the fo' clap Blocka-blocka-blocka -- OH The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother thing he
this summer from the bones of our tired and blistered hands 'Cause tonight we got drinks with just a couple of friends And the girl that my brother
' them bodies for shots and Before we go bust a left better hit that liquor store hit em up economy 6 4's is frozen oh [x2] Little Layzie
back to the Land. Damn, what went wrong? Was it me? But I ain't mad at ya, 'cause outta all this shit, I got 2 sisters and a brother, and I learned
Krayzie Bone] Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. Got no love for the law, but I shed blood for my dawgs. [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone
me and my thugs, Bone Thugs, ya know what I'm sayin? Ayy, why everytime we get mad? I mean when we get mad, Why we tear Bone shit? That don't make no
homes!, make them stop it cause you know them thugs is gonna live on! [Chorus with Bizzy Bone] (X2) [Verse Two: Bizzy Bone/Layzie Bone] [Bizzy:]
Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out Brothers
'm gassin girls heads, just like petroleum Get em ready to bone me and, then I play custodian and turn off the lights this is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio rumping brother
from the work of my MP-60 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up
, Fresh Kid Ice, Brother Marquee and Mr. Mixx. what I'm sayin'? There ain't no more motherfuckin' cheerleading goin' on, so DROP THAT SHIT!! Chorus (2
how we swung How the hell you gonna tell us sunt' when ain't have a father how to try 'n' grow up and be one See um', I feel it in my bones when I'm sitting
the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother
(Chorus)x2 We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl,crawl Crawl, ballin' on all of y'all Niggas heavy in the game And we connectin' the plots, and we connectin
the way they touchin' me there, they don't get a hold of it, they making it better, my verse, on the verse, hold it, don't let go, babo [CHORUS 2 X
