[Krayzie Bone]
Yeahhhh, better back up off me
Nigga never no soft, your boy'll stop your heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out what you fin' to do to me
In the middle of your speech I'ma sweep you off your feet to sleep
Fuckin with these thugs
Keep thinkin y'all don't bleed blood, I'ma make you a believer - pop pop
What you receive uh, a motherfuckin bullet from my automatic pistol
Hit you, him too, and all the rest of them niggaz that you got wit'cha
I'm collected and quiet, but surprise nigga, I get lock
Jumpin out of that rugged
Dump it, fin' to show these niggaz a little somethin
Reppin shit for Bone Thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline
But like my Bone Thug niggaz they ball, show me the light (the light)
Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to (if you want to)
And a nigga gon' be on yo' ass like skunk's funk, pew!
I grab my dick, let my nuts swing from my thang (swing from my thang)
If you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain
We be puttin 'em up straight
cause if you ain't, you done got into some shit
With the Thuggish (Thuggish) Ruggish (Ruggish) bloody murder clique

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
I'ma stay fuckin 'em up when me gun gun blast
I'ma stay fuckin 'em up when me gun gun blast
I'ma stay fuckin 'em up when me gun gun blast
I'ma stay fuckin 'em up when me gun gun blast

[Layzie Bone]
Undercover man, how you want it man?
I'm a fool on the loose with a gun in hand
I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man
that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man
They did somethin man, niggaz talk real loud
Real fly out they mouth when you ain't around
Talkin like a nigga stole they style
When a nigga show up these niggaz bow down
Pound for pound from the shoulders
Nigga I'm the coldest, little soldier
Big niggaz are riffin, so quick are you niggaz
Believe I got somethin for ya
In the holster, in the bushes cocked
Up on the porch I got a gauge and glock
Corner to corner this thing on lock
Yeah it's hot on this block
Nigga got everything short of cannons
+Wild N Out+, but I ain't Nick Cannon
Nigga got M-11s, SR-15s and I plan to let niggaz have it
Fuck this rappin
If it come down to it nigga disrespectin what's happenin
My family, my money, my thugs, myself
My nigga I'm flat out blastin
Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin
If I'm ever forced to bring the action
I'ma ride down I'm pistol packin, we can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboys nigga '06
Fake niggaz and real niggaz in the real world just don't mix

[Chorus]

[Wish Bone]
I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?
Take it to the head or the face, wrong place
You can do it, never been a sucka
Nigga runnin with a Thugger, not in the game
Nigga runnin with a Thuggish Ruggish in my range
Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne
Bet you won't leave the same way you came
We soldiers tight, put up your stripes we'll rip them off
Slash somebody, back with a attitude that's right
I'm sick with the money spent on bulletproof, nigga fight fight
Handle that, nigga handle that
Give back to the music, fuck that (fuck that)
Reach back, throw back, everybody in the car gotta lean back
See now the game was soft so we back
Hit 'em in the head with a relapse
Younger than most of you niggaz so what?
You die (you die) you die if I decide then we ride
If it's on you rock-a-bye bye
Thugsters straight up warned you; you will, obey mine
Oh we will ride, yes we ride in the nighttime
It really don't matter, gettin high, yup in the daylight
Thugsters no fools, we know the rules
Don't get too close with a attitude
Dude, cause ooh, won't like how I give it to you

[Chorus] – 2X