hear what you tryna prove Put ya hands on ya nuts and get ready to move And I can't why I'm thug mighty Gang of thugs that thug just like me I don't give
Where the fiends at? Nigga Bone Thugs Harmony Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna get me some Say my nigga y'all, better get your
ya Don't run, run, run, I like my knife Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life Straight-jakket is loose creepin' up to get ya get ya But
glock 'Bout ta hit this corna Livin' like a thugs on tha real who's stronga When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda dem
No time to hesitate, anticipation Much to be done And it don't matter where ya come Really don't matter where ya from Don't matter where ya run Verse
, did you? Fuckin' with them thugs: them niggas roll through. If you really want some, run [Krayzie: you better run], fuckin' with thug niggas--run, run
, I'm gonna fly [fly], whom die they lie. Flesh-Whom die they lie. Krayzie-No mo' mercy . . . Flesh-Whom die they lie. [Shot.] Flesh~N~Bone-Now, who
? [Chorus: 2x] Its bone thug, we them bone thugs Half of this industry swangin from our balls Its bone thugs, mighty bone thugs Bone thug, bone, bone thug
resources to pay the rent for me Everything that I've done is divine, ask God, he'll tell ya, yeah, he mine So, you see, you don't need another thug
make it hot, like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure Biggie, "How are you gonna
) Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Notorious Thugs (Nuthin' but them thugsters) (Nuthin' but them thugster, thugsters) Notorious Thugs (Nuthin' but them thugsters) (Nuthin' but them thugster
s saying thugged out but back in 88 bust I heard ya plugged out That's what ya name and became and moved down south Still the bitch you was in the city Mo' money, mo' cash, mo
yo' ass?" She tell you where she been and then Give you a hug, back rub, run the water for the tub By now, you done forgot she was a thug? Wait, you
bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly And when ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-
miss ya, bullet hit ya. Better hope you survive, when I come get ya. We the tightest, trues humbly united, family never divided, we the survivors, Mo Thug
. The silencer gun made not one sound. Better run when I let this one round. Well, how do you like me now? We the killas, still the realest. Mo Thug,
mind? Nigga, that's sluggin' it Got a feelin' to swang, hang, bang Had a bullet headed to the top, drop And the playa haters same old, Mo Thug, Bone Nigga