and then you shot. And then you drop, your popped so now I got to free the block. I'm breakin' 'em, takin' 'em, makin' 'em, fakin' 'em, shakin' 'em off to a new height. I rocks the mic, yes I'm hype, I love to write so don't you bite. Yeah, I'm the Bone, the nigga that's on the microphone. You shoulda known, you're fuckin' with me, yeah, it's on! 'Cause I got Krayzie and Bizzy Bone without a doubt, Wish Bone, and my bigger brother Stan Howse. So call your posse. You gonna need 'em when the Bone's approachin'�'cause I be doin' a flow motion.

Wish
We never get caught whenever we run because we throw bo-lows. I'm hypin' 'em up, and strikin' 'em up, to keep 'em in flow mo. You step and you're stuck. Now what in the fuck is up with this dumb bitch? I'm packin' a nine most all of the time, now back up bitch! I'm locked down all the time because I might go psycho, for drinkin' that Cisco and poppin' my pistol. You're claimin' you're rough. I'm callin' your bluff. So, what's up sucka? I'm callin' my niggas, I'm pullin them triggers quicker than a muthafucka.

Krayzie [Bizzy]
I flow, [flow] when I go, [go] in flow mo. [mo] [*4]


Bizzy [Layzie]
A 187: a lesson for niggas who think they get with the Bone. The weapon is kept in a trench and so gimme the gat. At once you're shown there's nothin' flowin' like flow mo. I roll with the Bone, no never go solo, time and time again. Think I'm gonna need to smoke em. So, so, no, no, cause I don't think that Biz will ever back down. You cross our ways, so you sing, then you chill in the background. I'm psycho and like no (???) ain't on my level. Let's meet in the cemetery, and no, don't forget the shovels. [I'm diggin' a ditch.]for the sucka who thought that they could fade me. Chillin' with my nigga Wish, Layzie and Krayzie, the gauge be pointed at your temple in our Land.
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Krayzie
Well it's the nigga, the nigga, the nigga yet once again. And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend so all that they win is a Mack-10. It's blastin', pick up my gun you're runnin' now from the assassin. Pop in the clip and you askin' "Who in the fuck was that masked man?" The nigga that's pullin' the trigger. 'Cause I'm slimmer they figured they bigger but when you can see the real killer is peelin' your cap, [cap] that was the nigga that's runnin' the pack. They step so pack the gat. Tossin' your life, I proceed with the murders. Servin' ya off in a coffin, you're fucked, because your niggas, they heard that I buck. So don't think you'll win when I got my steel and I'm feelin it. When you feelin a pain, well like I'm insane and know I can throw the gauge if you complain. There's never another to go with a brother while smutherin' suckers been goin' undercover. [uh, uh, uh, uh, uh] We leave em in gutters. I ain't goin' to get caught but who was the sucka that squealed on a mur
der? [Yeah!] Well 187 the weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a good lesson. I grab my Smith & Wesson, for punks that run in testin'. And so punks get ready to drop cause I'm on a roll and you'll get smoked then I'm kickin that ganksta twist. [Yes] Let's keep 'em moving in flow motion.



Krayzie & Wish [Layzie & Bizzy]
I flow, [flow] when I go, [go] in flow mo. [mo] [*4]



Wish
(Yeah!) Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow! Flow!

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