Flow Motion

I flow when I go in flow mo

Layzie Bone is in the house
I’m gettin’ it started up
And it’s my part of the cut to let you know
That the harder not to haul your stuff
I get the gauge
And let it blast
And get you shot
And then you drop
You’re popped
So now I got to free the block
I’m breakin’ ’em
Takin’ ’em
Makin’ ’em
Fakin’ ’em
Shakin’ ’em off
To a new height
I rocks the mic
Yes I’m hype
I love to write
So don’t you bite
Yeah I’m the Bone
That (censored) that’s on the microphone
You shoulda known
You’re (censored) with me
Yeah it’s on
‘Cause I got Krayzie and Bizzy Bone without a doubt
Wish Bone, and my bigger brother Stan Howse
So call your posse
You gonna need ’em when the Bone’s approachin’
‘Cause I be doin a flow motion

We never get caught whenever we run
Because we throw bolos
I’m hypin’ ’em up
And strikin’ ’em up
To keep ’em in flow mo
You step and you’re stuck
Now, what in the (censored) is up with this dumb (censored)? I’m packin’ a nine most all of the time, now back up (censored). I’m locked down all the time because I might go psycho, for drinkin’ that Cisco and poppin’ my pistol. You’re claimin you’re rough. I’m callin’ your bluff. So, what’s up, sucka? I’m callin’ my (censored), pullin’ them triggers quicker than a (censored).

I flow [flow] when I go [go] in flow mo.

A one-eighty-seven, a lesson for (censored) who think they get with the Bone. The weapon is kept in a trench, and, so gimme the gat. At once you’re shown there’s nothing flow like flow mo. I roll with the Bone, no never go solo, time and time again, think I’m gonna need for smoke ’em. So, so, no, no, ’cause I don’t think that Biz will ever back down, you cross our ways, so you sing, then you chill in the background, I’m psycho and like no (…?…) on my level, let’s meet in the cemetery, and no, don’t forget the shovels [Layzie: I’m diggin a ditch] for the sucka who thought that they could fade me, chillin with my (censored) Wish, Layzie and Krayzie, the gauge be pointed at your temple in our land, my F-L-O-M-O-T-I-O-N can.

Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow . . .

Well it’s the (censored) once again, and niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend, ’cause so (?) when there’s a MAC-10. It’s blastin’, pick up my gun, and now you’re running now from the assassin, pumpin’ the clip and you askin’, “Who in the (censored) was that masked man?” The (censored) that pulled the trigger. ‘Cause I’m slimmer they figured they bigger, but when you can see the real killer is peelin’ your cap, (censored) that’s runnin’ the pack, they step so pack the gat, tossin’ ya life, I proceed with the murders, servin’ off in a coffin, you’re (censored), because your niggas, they heard that I buck, so don’t think you’ll win when I got my steel, and I’m feelin it, when you feelin’ a pain, well, like I’m insane, and know I can throw the gauge if you complain, there’s never another to go with a brother while smutherin’ suckers been goin’ undercover, we leave ’em in gutters, ain’t going to get caught, but who was the sucka that’s squealed on a murder? Well, one-eighty-seven, the weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson, I grab my Smith & Wesson, for punks that run to test, and so punks get ready to drop ’cause I’m on a roll and you’ll get smoked, and I’m kickin a gangsta twist, let’s keep ’em moving in flow motion.