Bizzy Bone - 20th Year Anniversary Cypher lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Buck! Buck!) come on y'all, it's goin' down Shouts out to the homie D.O.C. (St. Clair) Rest In Peace Eazy-E (St. Clair) Mm-hmm, big ups Bone Thugs-n-Harmony and DJ Quik It's going down y'all We up in here, it's the cypher (Flesh-n-Bone) [Verse 1: Flesh-n-Bone] See Flesh about to gash ya No tellin' what me and my n***as 'bout to do to ya We smash, leavin' you n***as without your nuts when we get through wit'cha None of this sh** is new to us, everybody keep doin' us This is the era that my dogs created, they can't ruin us Who be truer than us? I wonder what you might answer These stupid hoes keep trying but don't come close So they can't stand us Stop tryna reprimand us You n***as done lost yo' f**in' mind, thinkin' you better Just the thought of it is outlandish I brandish an AK-47 then point it your way "You dead" they say I'm handing out beatdowns every single motherf**in' day! Stay on this thug sh**, there's no other way to make it bubble I just might make sh** pop but y'all don't want that kind of trouble It's suttle whenever I slip into this mind state, y'all in danger When I rip n***as apart, nothing left of them remain So I'mma continue to let these n***as have it, and show no mercy You f**in' with "one man army" opponents never could hurt me I'm playin' thuggin' when I'm on a mission, they say "It ain't fair" You n***as done had your warning So why in the hell y'all have to take me there? One thing you haters got f**ed up about me, I ain't never scared Come look me in my eyes and tell me if you see any fear Still I'm that n***a from St. Clair, if you wanna question where I'm from Or where you from or them places that can't compare You n***as ain't nothing but lessor, just walking dead as f** You're lucky to still be breathing my n***a but not for long, oh well They finna get touched up heavily with this... Touched up heavily with this rhythm, I'm givin' it to you raw Hit 'em and n***as they feel it inside the dome as they broke off Stack the 5th Dog, k**ing these hoes off softly, b**h now die slow I send 'em to meet lil Deo, then they get sent to meet Diablo Adios amigo, comprende? listen the way I say and slay n***a don't f** around, see I'm serving these words I spray Face it, nev'theless the fact ain't no escape, I chop your head Pop it off your shoulder, then bury the head along with the hatchet You n***as hardly expect it while you feel Flesh resurrection Look at us sick and sore from stressing Over the million dollar question: "Something new, something new When they gon' come with something new?" But Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh gon' come with something new You n***as ain't never heard it like some Flesh and the rest of my crew Since my n***as the most bitten, here goes some more they can chew [Bridge] High energy flowin' with the wisdom Sense of a rich man, knowledge and the rhythm This is what I'm using to come up with a style So I'll interact altogether better with the crowd (Bizzy Bone!) [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] Its the cla**ical doc masterful savage rappers immacable Average I spit it casual package it What time is it? n***as clock me, I'm cuckoo Lose every muthaf**ing scruple n***a this Bizzy Bone, Google me internet style, YouTube Hand it to the Captain Kirk, I'm finna Cobain the Kool-Aid f** what these fools say, I'm in the county, no food for 2 days 2 braids, a plastic bag of toothpaste and bullsh** First cla** to the crib, that's how the muthaf**ing shows is Lean with it, Wayne's world (I like that; Come on, ha...) Lean with it, Wayne's world, Karma throw her theme with it Seen with it, better be better than last year, king with it She wanted Chris 19, and I put some dream in it Now let me put that A in the middle, right where the seam splitted Tell one of these n***as to pa** the pump and let me take a toke Red Hot Chili Pepper, my n***a that was a good joke 5 percent of thinkin' let me poof pow be gone Rest in peace Chris Lighty; my n***a move on '9-5 eternally, weed smoking most certainly Black widow blew perfectly, talking Eazy through surgery Supple with the serpent no slurping nobody f**s with me Company on the move, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony's back to loving me!?! See these animals outta the jungle we never will struggle I pick up the Ball and if one of us fumble I go to the gutter And get all my hustle it's back to the booth n***a let's bubble lets get in a shuffle, let's get in a scuffle I say that we rumble and rustle up n***as we doing a cypher Dear Lord, let a n***a be humble Y'all still don't understand, y'all rappin' fast Stealin' my brand that's a whole new plan, man I'm just sayin' You siphon n***a Iraqi style, duck a n***a like Pacquiao Broke rappers get mad so f** you n***as, with a cash smile I'm asphalt, salient salts solvents and vaults Crispy weed, jars full of joints, bars, n***as lost Faded the 'Bron Cleveland play, Miami like Weezy stay Get it the f** up outta here co*k the pump, slap the clip into the Glock and spit it fast so that I can get it, go with it For the block, lead the coppers on the corner where they sell rocks So fitted tight like a glove acquitted, I'm OJ Simpson I'm Michael Jackson, I'm Lupe Fiasco These muthaf**as don't understand me I'm flippin' Threateningly leave the kitchen Cooking these scriptures in liquids Sautée that lettering in sk**ets of harmony Spices, no cinnamon with one more element some rhythm and Realer than rippin' 'em, no vitamins, Biblical flowing like Gideon's Clack back me pump, hollow point mixed wit dum-dum kickin' Rappers that laying all over the floor, shut up and listen It's a jack move, stalking gat fools, I got some bad news We finna get at you Kickin'...that's when we pa** through Tried to leave us out the cypher, let them thugs have a gla** with you Mash with you, five n***as rappin' with a pa**ion, fast with you Rocks that makes me flash with you, smash with you and at you too Bone don't move 'til I ask you to See my goons will smash half of this room if I ask them to Before I leave, better ask my dudes: Ain't we the coldest group ever? Word to Eazy, n***a with attitudes Cleveland city avenues Crack house is the d**h of our mentalists Momma lended a track and Wally my n***as sh** grin, make me grin again, me and my n***as gettin' it in Y'all finna be coasting to that same Bone sh** again [Interlude] Nervous for a second, then the rest... (Krayzie Bone!) Murder murder k** k** redrum redrum [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] I come with a militant vision for all them n***as, that's ready for lyrical war Finna do way more than just even the score The thugs we come for blood, so guard your grill We are the deal, we all real, y'all already know who that They never seen a rapper like me that's relevant yet I'm considered a throwback Call it cla**ic swag it's Kray Action Jack I pick up the mic and they all say "damn, bad man do that" The game done studied me long time now, but it still can't seem to really get it n***as wicked, just admit it My n***as the sickest with it I pick up the pen and I go in like a surgeon Verbally come to save a dying game 'cause it's hurtin' I tell 'em to follow the leader We keeping 'em stumbling, they better speed up Y'all n***as can't tell me how this game don't need us, we up! And got ball, first and ten, needing a touchdown once again The game is over, n***as, once I'm in I'm sneakin' up on 'em like I was the wind and blow 'em away And shoo 'em the way The f** up outta here, the storm is coming today And it's in the form of Kray I tell 'em you should've been checked the forecast I'm so bad, with the pen and the notepad I get up in your a** So how in the hell is they doing the cypher But never invited the illest spitters, realest n***as Known to kick a little a** and after that, handle some business (Hey) I figure they scared of the Thugs just cause we too real Still runnin' with gats and bats and hoes you finna get hit with true steel We one in a mill, we coming to k** 'em all Less drama more music, so don't choose it 'Cause I got a pump and if it jump off I'm gon' use it It's mister goddamn murderer, lyrically k** 'em permanent And after I battle wit'chu, y'all gon' wanna forfeit the tournament Competitors no concern in here Heartbeat but it never did pump no fear So thinkin' you finna come up in this b**h and just lean on me, that ain't fair Sick of these lil' n***as running around like Bone ain't they daddy Illegitimate ba*tard, some of them resemble me a little But none of them get it like pappy And tell your mammy I ain't payin' her nothing, so don't even ask me Real n***a, I still keep my heat and crease my khakis I'm finna [?] weapon 'cause n***a the beat done got me They doubt me, but ask yourself just where would you be without me Been here 20 years, many years they still ain't ready for me I'm constant run like the river n***a, I'm steady flowing They tell me they love me, the way that I flip it or spit the harmony with it Created the lane and step on this gas, so n***a don't bother me with it They know that title belong to Bone So n***a just leave it alone, and let us move on I'm [?] my n***as are sick with it Real as it get with it We on the mission to pick up the pieces and stick with it Flow like I'm liquid, so slick with it Roll with them n***as that used to be criminals Now we just get in 'em lyrical n***as be nothing like me and my n***as [?] now that the game went digital Shame them n***as don't really know that we started it, fathered it, birthed it We be the heart of it So give me the beat, the melody don't really matter because I'm k**ing all of it I hit em up in they mind like a [?] because its Murder murder k** k** redrum redrum redrum [Bridge] Let the lil' man get a piece, f** everybody I slap n***as first anyway, n***a (Layzie Bone!) [Verse 4: Layzie Bone] Who want it with Layzie, n***a, f** you, pay me Been doing is since the '80s, early '80s Nobody can fade me, my partner in rhyme is still Krayzie And we finna break bread The rest of them n***as got laid down and play dead With Bizzy and Wish and Flesh, I roll on them n***as I never did play fair We rappers of St. Clair The struggle the grind, the grit and the muscle The First of the Month, Foe tha Love of the Money That Grammy the sh**, that's how I hustle Trust me, nope, them n***as don't want no trouble n***as be skeletons in my boneyard, trying to show hard n***a, I'll buck you, buck you I cut like a Ginsu Them n***as is going through what I done been through I get in the cypher, I set n***as diapers on fire to show 'em what men do They hut and attend to the order the generals call in the field My 110 too, you 50 percent and you claiming that real Lay, that's why I'm hard to fade, Hall of Fame Put me up in the Hall of Fame Layzie Bone givin' you all the game Y'all explain what's understood and never did have to be Savagely I ravage beats, my money attracted magically But I had the key, could've picked the lock, instead I chose to kick the door Tragically it had to be for the ones that went form friend to foe My thugs is indispensable, friendship is the principle Boys to men to the end of the road, but Tha Crossroads not the pinnacle It's a winner though, all original, this history now I'mma make it stick My n***a we 'bout to be Laker rich That mystery murder man break a snitch Taking trips, yep we party on plenty of acreage The Bone be going for twenty years strong Now how in the f** can we fake this sh**? b**h, yep I ride with 2 Glocks Stick a rapper up for his new chain, hit 'em up like I'm 2Pac Wanna do things? I move crowds cause that bang bang get too loud Forever they callin' me young thug 'cause the unplugged is the new style now Who in the f** is claiming the best in the business And where's the arena that n***as is playing in? 'Cause I'm 'bout to get wit 'em I'm hearing king this, throne that All the influenced Bone rap Get ready my n***a we at it again, them other ones taking that long nap Never met a click of five, mighty Mo Thug we still alive FBG, yeah it's the life, Harmony Howse, and Seventh Sign Perfect, n***a this A to Z and we workin' Been around the globe with Steve Lo' shouts out to Full Surface n***a it's your time, Go time, I'mma bust in the low mine Dangerous like a gold mine, clickin' up like Voltron b*atch! (laugh) (Wish Bone!) [Verse 5: Wish Bone] Y'all n***as to quit that, this is real rap, y'all n***as need to sit back Want a little somethin' from the teacher? I got that Lyrical holder, spit fire, or smotherer, or get swolled up I'm a grown man, with a life long plan, understand that? It could go ugly, murders, [?] But I still got hands and I put 'em on ya For the real rap era formula, I warned ya Get missing, hood ceremony, got some ditches you b**hes At the same time, we move a life long hustle my n***as Say sorry from the top, gotta lie, gotta have that money Power, respect we earned that Maintain twenty years in the game and Bone ain't done yet You heard me, we ain't done yet It ain't over 'til it's over, and it ain't over Worst nightmare, don't you play with me Or we can be partners, n***a, get money Lamborghini dream, empty pocket realities, that's not for me, See me We can part on the North Side, ride And we gon' party on the East Side, ride And we gon' party on the South Side, ride We gonna keep it real in the West (West) for Eazy-E Give me my shoes and I'mma run wit 'em My story's far from the soft n***a, and I stand wit 'em I got what you want and what you need Only thing that makes me old school is this .38 snub No clues, no fools, and plus my bad b**h she got [?] Ooh It's amazing these n***as still playing, still praying And all that's lost, especially the boss And on that note, I'm lost Y'all n***as go ahead and do this sh**, I'm done I love you Bri Bri [Outro: DJ Quik] Flesh-n-Bone, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone, and Wish Bone Ladies and gentlemen, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony The Formula cypher Produced by yours truly, DJ Quik, and Dave Foreman What up Steve Lobel? 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