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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