Lyrics:
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
necc like hair n skull
Scarface seen it on the globe said the world is yours
100 flo kill it on my own leave em dead n bones
Never froze
Even tho my
Root rose above it so I can,
Sit back n laugh, relax
With a spliff in my hand,
Pour it in the sand for the mans
We just tryna stack a hundred grand
got no time for no cuffs
Just like chemicals these Guns can bust
Turn yo ass to dust
You argue With the bitch
I don't fight no fuss Just put dick in her
You know I’m just a king doe
Yuh I’m just a king doe
I’m just the king doe aye uh
I’m just the king doe aye
K-I-N-G aye
K-I-N-G What?
K-I-N-G yeah
get lost ?
Rhymes plus exxon ride brains like Alain Prost
Mc clowns, I blaze towns
I dragwheel skulls, leave with speed 'n dust cloud
All you
Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone.
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house.
*featuring Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony Growing up, living in a panic zone Spitting wicket shit on the microphone Smoke that shit, your brains be blown You
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless Records in this bitch.
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone.
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in
have to daily
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
[Flesh N Bone]
Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang
Sendin' me bullets up in the brains ah
dollars, to get pennies
You'd think this shit is slavery
Born in a jungle, surrounded by snakes, I gotta protect my baby
Cuz now she's here, n these fuck
a splurge on my kind
Sippin' on a fifth of Rose wine
Yeah, the Flesh-N-, the Flesh-N-muthafuckin' Bone
Gettin' my tipsy on strong, always stay packin' that
am busy
I didn't sleep a wink
I don't bluff, ya will die by blink
In my life is a war zone
N all my brains are weapons
I think, I kill, no losin
N i
a rat
Damn, n- switchin' sides on n- just like that
You know me, I stay wit' a bitch on her knees
And give guns away in the hood like government cheese
Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone.
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house.
a**
N**** that'll split ya, come test my size
Ready for the end, you gon' realize my enterprise
Oh, somebody caught you by surprise
Leavin' 'em
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
like poker, you bidding too, but I can match that and raise that by four n*gga
[Chorus]
Hit em up. Put your mother f*cking hands up (Get ‘em up n
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Clipse
(Clipse)
Exclusive shit
(Exclusive shit)
Yeah, who
Guns n' roses mafia proses
Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
This
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
I went to Rags N Riches
Yea Bad bitches
Like a nigga don't know ride around clock a gun, overload
Takin the perkies I do it for show, clock a bitch
bone, bizzy bine, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
And I'm that nigga, krayzie bone, in the muthafuckin' house
**** bitch made
Like a baby he gone (Cry cry)
My n***** get took up by the laws They do not comply
Turn me up one time
Cause bitch it's finesser season N
homie WHO? He’ll never match up
-n ya Yung shooters need em school, go get em patched up
-had to hit da haterz Wit PEWWWWNNNz
Told em to catch dust
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