[Krayzie Bone]
We thuggish ruggish {*niggas*} always, always
Been ready to bring the war, if you ain't, you ain't
We thuggish ruggish {*niggas*} always, always
Been ready to bring the war, if you ain't
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
Look into my eyes and tell me
What it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes)
Look into my eyes and tell me
What it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see)
[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring
Big {*niggas, fuck*} y'all
With a gang of bodyguards
My {*niggas*} is stone cold killers, peelers
Steppin' out the limos, the {*bitch*} soldiers maintain
Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin', my
Gang, you know me
Homeys get more love
And I'm blessed when I'm out of my senses
Pump my fist to Mo Thug
Gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders, Jesus
Sent me His roller
Loco, sober, load a revolver, hold 'em down, buck 'em all to hell, cause I'm sho'nuff
And I seen, that the bullet holes was too much, your luck, ya get blowed up
All of your {*niggas*} goes out the surgeons, said that your body can not be sewed up
Hold up, and wait a minute
It's time for Bone Thugs, cause y'all think that you can really hate
We thuggish ruggish {*niggas*} always, always
Been ready to bring the war, if you ain't, you ain't
We thuggish ruggish {*niggas*} always, always
Been ready to bring the war, if you ain't
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
Look into my eyes and tell me
What it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes)
Look into my eyes and tell me
What it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see)
[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring
Big {*niggas, fuck*} y'all
With a gang of bodyguards
My {*niggas*} is stone cold killers, peelers
Steppin' out the limos, the {*bitch*} soldiers maintain
Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin', my
Gang, you know me
Homeys get more love
And I'm blessed when I'm out of my senses
Pump my fist to Mo Thug
Gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders, Jesus
Sent me His roller
Loco, sober, load a revolver, hold 'em down, buck 'em all to hell, cause I'm sho'nuff
And I seen, that the bullet holes was too much, your luck, ya get blowed up
All of your {*niggas*} goes out the surgeons, said that your body can not be sewed up
Hold up, and wait a minute
It's time for Bone Thugs, cause y'all think that you can really hate
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