Lyrics: BONE Enterpri$e: Faces Of Death: Flow Motion
Chorus
Flow
I flow when I go in flow mo
Layzie Bone
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
Wish Bone
We never get caught whenever we run
Because we throw B.O.L.O.’s
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
Bizzy Bone
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
(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…
Krayzie Bone
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 killa is peelin’ your cap
(censored) that’s runnin’ the pack
They step so pack the gat
Tossin’ ya life
I proceed with the murdas
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 goin’ to get caught
But who was the sucka that’s squealed on a murda
Well one-eighty-seven
The weapon is kept and
You 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 movin’ in flow motion
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