Let's grab and get 'em, hang 'em from the ceilin' cause the H-Town feelin' is on/ In it, the zone, the way he'd never make it home (What'd I do wrong?) Hatin' on E.I. and Bone/ It's a crucial mistake cause in the game where we play there's no room for haters/ You know the stakes high/ What nigga? Even try, put you down for the come up/ Now, tell me why you want to spread these lies? No time for that (?) face down feelin' (?) Turn my back, then you gots to it like bitches/ Dealin' with you inside snitches make livin' in the trenches hard/ I'd be the first one to miss you/ Man, strip 'em of the stripes/ Bring 'em to the light then drag 'em to the rats and mice so a bitch motherfucker put 'em down to size, uh/ Ol' shyfe ass nigga, where your crew at now? Bet you were puttin' it down, yeah, hatin' the sound with that fake politicin' you dishin' and bring Flesh in 'fore he step in and get the witness/ Cleveland Assassin is mashin' questions? No askin' he's blastin'/ Niggas on the street don't know what happened/ I bet you one out of three you'd die from cappin' uh
-Chorus-Flesh-
I gotta make the money, told you ain't a damn thang changed it's an everyday thang/ I gotta make the man, told you ain't a damn thang changed, it's a thang still everyday
R.W.O. #2
(Yeah) Boy gunned D some say he got away/ I'm a show 'em how the real playa play/ Send my henchmen; Go get him, bruise 'em up, don't kill 'em/ Bring him back to villa, got a game to share with him/ Boy, he died/ Gotta know how I'm feelin' with my life you dealin' tryin' to stop me from livin' uh/ Drag him in, sit him down, hand cuffed to the seat/ Wake that bitch up, sack 'em with heat/ Yeah, it's us; R.W. and Flesh Bone/ You can tell by the look of things that it's on/ Niggas all around you in black with chrome/ We tired of your hatin' and our patience gone / Need some cash, could'a asked for a load/ Trippin' on the paper work, went about it wrong/ Now it's on, you dealin' with the chosen/ Can't you see E.I.E. got relation?
R.W.O. #3
Dirty eyesights and vision got my mind on an eight figure mission/ Pushin' mo' dope (?) Take your head off over my business with my E.I.E. affilliate, got me pushin' real high numbers/ My (?) -assed nigga doin' work, goin' under/ Sometimes you gak, steppin' back (Break yourself) (?) Fuck the world cause I got heat/ Sweet percussion bustin' with your Momma stressin'/ Fuck the sins, live life as a blessing/ I see my life as a visionary, fuck that, do or dare (Die without a prayer)
-Chorus-Flesh-
R.W.O. #4
We ride, we the niggas with the guages and dubs/ You better by our post up/ Keep you, hid you in the back with the gaks in they holsters/ Follow in command like soldiers/ Artillery in the black bar dub S.U.V./ I fold this nigga so he can't see/ I'm bout to do him for what he done to me/ Should'a never tampered with the family
R.W.O. #5
Uh, uh/ As I'm finna to tear the roof off this motha- (We got kids on these ghetto streets) No kin undercover (We bout to ride on a nigga, G) Cause when we mob, we mob, ain't no love in this E.I.E. and drama with you and me leave a sudden fatality/ Now blood is what you paid, disrespectin' the family/ In the background, nigga, see what you can really see/ Keepin' in real has always been a part of me/ I'll deal with you haters later, right now is the corteousy
R.W.O. #6
As I came by the clique, got bitches swingin' all on my dick/ Got my clip in my gun tryin' to reach number one/ Niggas see me like a rerun and a refund/ Buy the tape and we escape with the funds/ E.I.E and Top Noch, murder under your belt/ Make you want to go murder yourself instead of facin' a case/ We paper chase/ (?)/ Do you really want to ride with Flesh? The fye weed got me ready to live or die, rollin' high speed with my chrome on, cocked/ If it's on, gon' knock/ So the haters gonna wanna take a nigga off the block/ Girl, wanna (?) zoned in the wrong spot/ And it don't stop till (?) smokin' weed, pack a two-two/ Bet your crew won't do you/ 2000 ways I'm gon' fool you/ Motherfucker, who knew?
-Chorus-Flesh-
Flesh N Bone
Niggas on a hustle for cash, I double up on them lately/ Got to get shit for my baby/ (?)/ I know they missin' me bad, but get up off your ass and dash/ (?) the guage and black ski masks/ Hop out the Lex and mash the gas/ (?)/ Dumpin' on niggas out the window and murderin' motherfuckers at last/ It's the love of the lust, my killas creepin' the rush/ My killas love when they bust/ They steady fuckin' you up/ I'll put your dick in the dust, my killas creepin' on ah come up/ Black Nigga Killa, Thuggish Ruggish Nigga/ I'm 'bout to keep it crackin' crackin' niggas reppin' and livin' like criminal thug/ Breeded from the ghetto for servin' the feinds/ Yeah, and I'm kickin' the flow/ (?)/ Now, nigga what? And everybody gotta dance with the devil/ (?)/ And I won't sleep until my enemies restin' in peace/ And "Nice to meet you, motherfucker" when I greet you with the 9 Milimeter/ (?)/ Niggas beggin' me "No Mas! No Mas!" When I let off the lead, the nigga said "He Deadly" Real niggas, real niggas gotta have the brains, the balls, the nuts, the guts and maul/ If you want to maintain in the game sometimes you win, you lose, you draw/ Just hit 'em up and make 'em all fall/ Just call me the 5th Dog cause I'm the nigga they spotted rollin' with niggas (?) I'm ballin' outta control/ Bless ya'll and all of my niggas from R.W.O/ Hope every niggas untouchable