Bone come break 'em down
Takin' no shorts or losses, man

Layzie:
I'm takin' swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on curb Get up to purchase some herbs to ease
up my nerves, while a nigga got rocks to serve Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us Before we
druggin' 'em off in dumpsters, suck these thuggish-ruggish nuts Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt, puttin' in
work, and I hit him where it hurts, puttin' it down on first, and hit him with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst Duck if you
willing to test Bone, the consa-equences are fatal Ready be strapped, pap, with-a me sawed-off, clack back, 'cause I be livin'
me label: Ruthless And I steady be puttin' it down just for the love of money, yeah, for the love of the wasteland--Clair, for
the love that brought me here Droppin' P's to the double-glock Ready when the trouble knocks Pop, pop, your pistol,
now If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground Make 'em lay down, stay down Harmony smooth with the thug
shit Mo murda to the fools that clone Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, and it's war tryin' to craft these Bones Bring
on your stretchers your dearly departed You rest in a coffin' for darin' to cross this Come and get that ass tossed by the
boss, bitch Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses

Bone come break 'em down
Takin' no shorts or losses, man

Krayzie:
Nigga, gon' fuck with me, now? Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump Nigga, that's my daily thang Down with the bang, bang
Swangin' on thangs it really don't matter, man Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this, now, bite one bid, and nigga, we're comin' to cut ya Everyday be same old: St
Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to steady the thugs, but nigga, back up It's a Bone thang, what? Never takin'
no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me click, see Mo murda, mo murda, and Ouija will be with me Creepin' on a come
up, doin' it for the love of money Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to Remember: me no
surrender, kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in a coffin Me no pretender, Leather Face takin' no shorts or no losses

Bone come break 'em down
Takin' no shorts or losses, man

Wish:
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in them coffins Let 'em know when they run up, I gun 'em, gotta let 'em
know who the boss is, see Pop, pop, let 'em drop Mo Thug, them niggas is nothin' but killas We creepin', we needin' more
money We sick, and we cold, and we hungry I'm lovin' my thugstas My click consists of nothin' but hustlas Then, nigga,
you know that I hurt ya, serve and murder all bustas, now Hard times, gotta grind, get mine, even if it means, pap, that's your
life And a nigga gotta die by the sword, a gauge, my nine, and my knife Cockin' pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain't no thing for triggers--you'll fall It's Wish Bone No shorts, gotta get mine Yeah, it's my
time Me and my thugs smoke and choke, and let a nigga POD off that wine

Bone come break 'em down
Takin' no shorts or losses, man

Flesh:
Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood, it'd be your loss
Even if you bring your click, get tossed, it'd do you no good Can't fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang
out Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em, and beat they brains out I gotta give P's to all of my trues
steadily payin' them dues We niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brews and actin' a fool Mo Thug be lovin' to
smoke mo' bud, fiend for the green leaves Nigga, quick pull out them trees I pull out my cheese Now, gimme, now, what
me need Remember: me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I'm bound to rip ya
Me put 'em in work, pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it, diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone'll take
no shorts or losses

Bone come break 'em down
Takin' no shorts or losses, man

Bizzy:
Boneyard (?) nigga that's startin' some shit up, what? Little Ripsta, get (jumped Cleveland) thugs, all of my muthafuckas show
they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks, ready to fuck you up Must bust them, and steady be dumpin',
thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas When a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' Glock-glock roll,
now they (?), gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back door Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up
your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride Me killa, gravedigger nigga,
comin' up out my trench Rest In Peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire fence, hittin' the pavement
dazed, the gauge was blazin' Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up upon me Turn around and faced 'em Pump, pump and
fade 'em, now [fade 'em, now; fade'em, now