| Lyrics: | Krayzie:
We thuggish ruggish (censored) always, always,
and ready to bring the war
up your way, 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 (censored)?
(Censored) y'all, with a gang of bodyguards, my (censored) is stone
cold killas,
peelas, steppin' out the limos (censored) soldiers maintain, givin'
my babies
all of my money but my diamonds steady be shinin'.
My gang, you know me. Homies got mo' love,
and I'm blessed,
when I'm out of my sentence 'cause my pistol, Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up
over my
shoulders, Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up,
now,
buck 'em all, the haters, I'm showin' them.
And I seen that the bulletholes was too
much, no luck, ya get blowed up, all of you playas 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.
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?
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.
It be nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the
table, and these haters wanna test.
Get slugged, put 'em in the mud, harmony smooth with the
thugness,
mo murda to the fools that clone, five trues loc'd out with the roughness,
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' (censored) down in the industry,
(censored), can you bite that?
I
know everybody wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes, but we chosen.
God done blessed
us with His potion, pure devotion, freely spoken, baby.
You don't wanna see the Bone never,
stay together, my click too clever,
ridin' through the days of the stormy weather,
remember:
eternal, it means for everlastin'.
#1 Assassin blastin'.
Bashin' on all you
haters' 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
(censored) ready to roll wherever I go,
true to prove that you don't wanna be a killa, but I
gotta get down for mine--that's for sure.
Hear you out there clownin' mine and you can't rhyme,
the style you got is all mine,
and when I see you, (censored), I'm goin' 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?
Now, you know we can't have that.
Why you
clones wanna bite the Bone rap--platinum raps?
Everybody stuff 'em, ain't doin' nothin', tryin'
to make somethin' outta nuthin'.
Buck it, let's peel caps, lyrically buck 'em down.
Bone,
put him in his place.
You wanna be biters.
You bite us.
You bite us.
You bite
us.
You bite us.
Hey, 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 |
