Welcome to a place where nightmares Are the best part of my day I?m buried in this house I?ll never leave this floor A page full of je t?aime?s for
-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks
Of the great divide When all the kings and queens Will have their closets emptied And the bones will all fall out 'Dem bones 'dem bones 'dem dry bones Will not fail Dead
Little crazy-ass nigga at large Pullin cars, on these lanes Nigga I never let go of my heat Stand up man on his feet Little Lazyie Bone on this beat nigga
ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone She startplay sweet song pon mi saxaphone See har man sum'n dead she wear
back home I'll lose Am I missing something? What is left to prove? Another heated first name fuck Another stroke of dead man's luck Another year I can
will swallow the last of humanity into the black [solo] fits of hysteria have claimed the hearts of man the panic ridden are consumed, their bones dry
C & Krayzie Bone] Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone, Bone, Bone!
niggas that?s right we always been down for the murda man I'ma come back to serve the game break em on down and hurt em man I never give no mercy mercy
: [Bizzy Bone/Layzie Bone &Krayzie Bone:] Shit, who Bone Thugs? Hell yeah Bone Thugs Man them niggas broke up a long time ago Nigga what the fuck
: [DJ U-Neek] Welcome to the dark side...... [playing in reverse throughout Bizzy's intro] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.. [Bizzy Bone] Gotta give
So he called up his friends and they said come on out west It's a place where a man can really feel his succes So he pulled his heart and soul down off
's so ridiculous I don't believe in God, so it's odd Everytime I bust ill shit, niggaz screamin' oh my God I got the G-Lo, I got the kilo And it's cocked
s sliding off like Kid Vitamin Viking Patriot of Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen [RZA] Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark With the Benz parked Up against the boulevard Starks had the bone
come My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum Although she's been gone long I do not miss my mother And he's a sorry fuck so there's nothin in
ll never guess what's up My mucking head blew up My chins in an old man's backyard I gotta sneak threw his yard To find the fothermucker And he's gotta
and it's ugly I'm trapped, don't wanna be a rich man Not a poor man, I need my own land Because the rich man be stressing all the dumb stuff They cut
teeth are yellow Pop another gram so I can see the Son of Man I look up, oh yeah, the Son of Man Now you see, now you don't The trick is makin' them believe
