Krayzie:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, and ready to bring the war if you hate, if you hate.
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?

Bizzy:
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 killas, peelas, dippin' out the limos and bitch, y'all just maintain, givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin'. My gang, you know me. Homies got mo' love, and the Biz follow all of my senses, pump my fist to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders, Jesus sent me his roll and loco soul but load a revolver, hold up, now, buck 'em all to Hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em. And I seen that the bulletholes was too much, no luck, ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out. The surgeons say 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, nigga.

Krayzie:
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?

Krayzie:
It's a regular day when haters hate me, but they could never fade me.
Them stuffed in the trunk of my Mercedes.
Krayzie ready, and you can believe that, you can believe that when we get even,
we get even, fin to set it off in Cleveland.
Welcome to the party, but no clone Bone imitators allowed,
'cause we ain't tryin' to front nobody, but you rap like my partner, pal.
Everybody say the same thing:
Yeah, back in the days, a copper might have been toasted, but, man,
really them copper wasn't sayin' nothin', 'cause evidently wasn't nobody listenin'.
If you can look into my eyes, tell me directly what you see.
Nine times out of ten, you're probably seein' revenge, and there's plenty within.
Buck 'em all if I can't get my respect.
Come on, now, put them to rest.
What an ugly, ugly mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress.


Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
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Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?

Layzie:
All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most. I toast to them thugs. Nigga, nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the table. And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud. Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone, five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga, and it's war when you craft these Bones. We can get it on, and I'm referrin' to all of y'all fakers. Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that. Rollin' with the E since ninety-three, shuttin' shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that? I know y'all niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes, but we chosen. God done blessed us with His potion, pure devotion, freely spoken, baby. Niggas can't see us never, stay together, my click too clever, ridin' through the days of the stormy weather, remember: eternal, it means forever lastin'. #1 Assassin blastin'. Bashin' on all you niggas's what I'm doin'. All of the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come
. We won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong.

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?

Wish:
I see five thuggish ruggish killas wherever I go, true to pull the trigger, wanna be a killa, but i gotta get down foe mine and thats foe shoe, You out there clownin' mine, you can't rhyme, the style you got is all mine, and when I see you, jump in your pockets double-time, and it's like that, you don't want that. Come and get some pap, pap. Wanna sound like-- Wanna be like-- uh, we can't have that. Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? Platinum raps. Nigga bitin' shit ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin' outta nothin'. Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down. Put 'em in his place you wanna bite us, bite us, bite us, bite us, bite. Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug puttin' it down with harmony, harmony.

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?

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