Lyrics:
beef, bone appetite
Son you're too sweet, so you take shots like diabetics
The spotlight, flash a p set you photogenic
You are protected, but these
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
The burners in the stash, we about the cash
We got females that got it like that
The golden childs that bone the crowd
See niggas in the place
like Brooklyn he be talking on the netAll these niggas pussy by the way they better not get wet Might get yo chain took if you come out tryin to flex
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
white lady, by the key (key)
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (three)
Hoped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (a P)
Smoke a pussy nigga
ain't from da 6 but shop out det bih
And I fuck with the circle its black as it get
These pieces on me get you flew out lil bih
If you reach for my bone
Alright, look
I seen these guys backstage, I'm gonna say it right now
There isn't a group in the rap game today, that lyric for lyric
Can out-rap
they ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers getting five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
Mi abuela raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about her struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my
And iron yokes
And broken bones
Y'all Niggas is getting stoned
And I don't mean you getting high
Don't mean that you getting by
What I mean is where you
niggas is washed, your career's in a limbo
You hatin', man
All of these jewels that I wear to offend you (see my jewels)
Real hustler, I got three
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
The specialist in these rhyme sciences aka the iron fist that strikes
swift
I execute the task of rhyme designing with perfect timing
Electrifying like
Second by second
Sinew by sinew
Touches the bone
Iron to fall
Swing and a breath
No god no savior
Life is an ill-fitting tomb
Violence in bloom
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it
[Krayzie]
Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy-E
1994, rushing through the door with the Bone flow
Nigga was
by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause
by theyself they transform to a bitch
Nothin but T tellin me "what's happenin' Juvey"
Smokin cause they heard the click clack of my oozie
Choosin cause
[GZA]
The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party
Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi
This B.A.C. is 2.3
Now the liver's damaged,
"MO' THUGS LYRICS
All Life Long
[Layzie Bone]
Yeah, Mo' Thug
[Felecia]
C'mon
[Chorus 2x: (Felecia, Layzie bone)]
All life long
Can we be in
I put the city on my back bone
Coming through
Independent with the cash flow
Living proof
Bitches ringing on the trap phone
What it do
Putting breezy
""In the darkened days of old The law was the sword Yes it was long ago There was a strong man Who lived by the sword He was being chased By
terrain, style insane, you's the lame
(Huh) Freestyle or written strictly shittin on emcees
Drop these, mad degrees on emcees
Everyday, everynight
You fight
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