 Krayzie Bone and the Bone, with my mighty, mighty warriors, with my
mighty, mighty warriors.
This is all real, what you see [see]. I said it's all real. It's just the thug in
me.
Nigga, just because Krayzie quiet, speak less, don't be mistakin' my
kindness for weakness. Humble but ready to rumble. My violent side, I
can't deny, I'm like a Jekyll and Hyde, gemini, look if you see me quiet
then I'm plottin' to riot. Why? Tell me, why in they eyes, I'm labeled a
menace, but I like it? Destroy ya. Paranoia will make me blow you
away, but hey. Nigga got too close to me, and that ain't how it's
supposed to be. Nigga want respect, but what do you show me? Playa
hatin', anticipate the day that you can see me fall. Better act like you
know. I'm rollin' with Mo, posse up. Do damage and manage to wiggle
our way out of handcuffs as we strut as thugs we must, doin' our best to
obey God. Violent in this times. Got to do what ya got to do--war 'til
99. Slim nigga, better get up and come and get it if it's really comin'.
Now I get it, I'm a flaunt it. Niggas sayin' Krayzie say ya soft. Come and
get it if ya really want it, yeah [yeah, yeah, yeah]. This hatin', baby, that
gots me so cold. Ya gotta be heartless in certain situations, like
retaliation.
It's all real, what you see. [Truly real.] I said it's all real. It's just the
thug in me.
Niggas be keepin' it all real. We keepin' it all real. With the real, if it's
real, if it's real, then stay real and be real.
We come with nothin' but the real thang, baby.
Krayzie got nothin' but the real thang, baby [the real thang, bang].
Baby, now this is the sound me and my trues, we put this down, way
down. So, now when ya hear me releasin' some shells. Hit the ground
with the quckness, lay, better stay down. On the darkside, take a look and
you'll find true niggas like no other kind. Niggas say fuck the wine, indo
inside, swisha sweet, get me high.
Ain't nothin', get to nothin', somethin' got to be real, real, somethin' got
to be real.
I still be thuggin' in the khakis, boots, and skullies,
and since I'm a weed fiend for the green, nigga, gotta make that money,
man.
It's real always.
Last night, I P.O.D'd, next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I'm fell in this
fucked-up state of mind. Slipped in a dream, and I see demons screamin',
tellin' me it's time to die. Why me? I see some niggas--they comin' to
get me. They creepin' outside of my window. I'm ready to bang, bang,
bang. Aim the 12 gauge pump. When I let go, give it up for the bloody
murda mo', bloody murda mo', mo', mo'. See the nigga when they come
through the window, had to put a bigger hole in his soul. If he getaway,
runnin' out me backdoor, with a me sawed-off swangin'. Get ready to
duck now, to the guts, buck, pap, pap, pow.
Claim my thang to slain them bloody bodies [murda mo', murda mo',
murda mo', murda mo', murda mo', murda mo'], kill 'em all, send them
hoes up in flames, Krayzie insane to the brain. Now I know why I done
did some dirt in my time, 'cause the devil was stressin' my mind, messin'
with my mind. Figure Bone's don't know if (...?...) the real as it everyday,
I can do it if I only pray, maintain, 'cause a nigga was lustin' for money.
Got to get because a nigga was strugglin'. I hit 'em with the Mossberg.
Y'all heard about Mr. Sawed-Off Leather Face, 'til they lay, round after
round after round, they'll fall down, down. May they lay. May they lay
from the eruption, man. We puttin' 'em 6 feet deep, we buck quick, man.
It's all real, what you see. [Truly real.] I said it's all real. It's just the
thug in me.
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