Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWI: It’s All Real
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone and the Bone
With my mighty mighty warriors
With mt mighty mighty warriors
This is all real
What you see
Truly rule
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 you
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
You playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall
Better act like you know
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 these times
Got to do what you got to do
War ’til nine-nine
Slim nigga gotta get up and go and get it
If it’s real it comin’
Now I got it and I’m a floor the niggas actin’ crazy
The safety’s off: come and get it if you really want it yeah
It’s hatin’ baby that gots me so cold
You gotta be heartless in certain situations like retaliation
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
Baby now this is the sound
Me and my trues we put this down way down
So now when you hear me releasin’ some shells
Hit the ground with the quickness
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 fell in this fucked-up state of mind
Slipped in a dream
And I seen 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 my lead go
Give it up for the bloody murda mo’
Bloody murda mo’ mo’ mo’
See the nigga when they go through the window
Had to put a bigger hole in his soul
If he getaway runnin’ out my backdoor
With a me sawed-off swingin’
Get ready to duck now
To the guts buck
Pap pap pow
Claim my thang to slang
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 did some dirt in my time
‘Cause the devil was stressin’ my mind
Messin’ with my mind
Nigga Bone’s don’t know if they deadly I turn to realize that everyday
I can do it if I only pray maintain ’cause a nigga was lustin’ for money, got to get it, ‘Cause a nigga was strugglin’
I hit ’em with the Mossberg
Y’all heard about Mr. Sawed-off LeathaFace
‘Til them lay
Round after round after round
They’ll fall down down
May they lay
May they lay
From that eruption man
We puttin’ ’em six feet deep
We buck
We bang
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