Freestyle
Krayzie Bone (Layzie)
We gon' do it like this ya'll. Yeah, yeah. Well maybe these niggas just believin' what they needin' in they army fatigues/ My (cens.) B we buckin' with we do not battle MC's/ We wait and (?) ease the pain, get out the game, and I retire to become a hitman for hire and kill all the (cens.) that cross me in the business (?) I'll cross you off the hitlist/ Mentality? I got plenty/ Finna jazz on competition, there, it's on/ There, now what are you talkin' for/ Come on, come on your song what you gon' do to Bone/ I guess these (cens.) mistake these killas for jokers/ And I hope the realize and open your eyes before we show you, gun controller/ Oh, you want to come (cens.) with me? (cens.) know the place to be (cens.) yeah, yeah it's goin' down thugstyle. (Tell 'em bout the Gunline Boss)