Bone Thugs N Harmony - Rebirth

Chorus:

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone.
Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone.
As we continue to pikc up the pieces, they follow us Kings 'til the sundown.
Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or lay down.

Layzie Bone:

Hold down!Welcome to the showdown!(showdown!)
I think it's 'bout time little Layzie let'em know now.
Take it to the streets and let the pump,pump go "Pow!"
Take my style, let me show you how I go wild.
Now you playin' with a fully-grown man,
with a fully-blow plan, with a fully-loaded clip.
I'ma go up in your shit. I don't play with little kids,
i spank that ass, boy you know who we is!(Bone, Bone, Bone!)
My homies the great's, i roll with the best, see?
Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E?
We got heat! Y'all know what happened to the thief,
when the king catch him stealin',
got his hands in the cookie jar.
Off with his hand! Fuck it, off with his head!
Make him stand front a center, let me see what the rookie got?
Bet a nigga ain't got nothin', they bluffin'!
Tryin' to come up on somethin', bubblin'!
I'ma say this really, really, really loud!
Y'all wanna rumble, I'll bust them, rush them!
Trust him, never! On a whole 'nother level.
If God The Creator, then y'all niggas' devils.
The fight won't end 'til the war get settled.
And Bone gonna win 'cause them Bone niggas' rebels.
Playa!... Yeah!... Nigga!

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Krayzie Bone:

They don't wanna see me shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone thought.
Come back in the Bone zone! But you just beginnin', with the daddy you don't know.
They call me The Granddad - Granddaddy of the Bone flow!
Well little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured this would,
be the lick and we'd be next to shine!And we got everybody screamin' and singin',
but these out-of-shape suckas need exercise! So I'ma get in their mental.
I'ma work'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho!
Wanna see the wicked? Betterknow what you're in for! First,
the fan side could be forgiven - you didn't know! Second time,
I got up in 'em like "here we go!" No matter what,
they sayin' we still the most realest that ever did it, feel me flow!
And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, And Flesh!
A little Taste so they can test and make 'em see how we the best and,
I'll be realer than the rest don't flex 'cause the pump gonna get 'em.
I'm like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest that't so hard,
and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead and give 'em all they can get!
Send them suckas to the lyric cemetery, or the rap hospital. Never no competition!

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Bizzy Bone:

(Down, down…) As soon as I’m receivin’ the call,
now give me the ball, I run with the dogs, then keep the b’all.
Now meet me at the mall, you can check on every shelf on the wall,
they makin’ money off the Bone Thugs! Equipped with a saw, with a knife in my back.
Everybody rappin’ fast, but the harmony ain’t in it, and now that’s too much to pass.
Now that’s too much to ask when you pick up a crash course style to change-up, come on!
(I swear!) My trigger-finger’s itchy, but my carpel tunnel was (?) was written and rippin’
problems like water flowin’ in humbles. I’m workin’ with seven shovels,
the grave-diggers and others! Nobody understand The Man. Clones – now shut-up!
I’m quicker than a boogey-wicked-monster, never just like the movie.
We know when we pray to God. (?) we get the hustle on in the Spring, Fall!
In Summers and the Winter months, we gonna praise… Jesus!
Don’t even represent us, like we ain’t said nothin’!
Present the flow then grown know where we come from.
Sun come shine in, Equinox rhymin’, Layzie (Layzie!) perfect timin’, grab my gun! (gun, gun)
Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista, Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer!
Get your money, get your paper. Elevate like my nigga DMX. Here’s a prayer – God bless playa!

Chorus: x 2