Lyrics:

Krayzie:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, and ready to bring the war
if you hate, if you hate.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Bizzy:
Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas?
Fuck y'all, with a gang of bodyguards, my niggas is
stone cold killas, peelas, steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers
maintain, givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds
steady be shinin'. My gang, you know me. Homies got mo' love, and I'm
blessed, when I'm outta my sentence, pump my fist
to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders, Jesus sent me
his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up, now,
buck 'em all to Hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em. And I seen that the
bulletholes was too much, no luck, ya get blowed up, all of
you niggas goes out. The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed
up. Hold up, and wait a minute. It's time for Bone
Thugs, 'cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Krayzie:
What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit
original? What's worse, tellin' people you made the style we put
down three fuckin' years ago. And that's just like a nigga wanna take
all the credit. I bet it didn't even occur that we would
eventually meet with ya, kid. Don't crash, collide, lock up with the
enemy. And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that,
but a y'all fin to get stomped. Let 'em loose. And they heard the
news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh. Uh-huh, hey, we
murder muthafuckas in a deadly way--fully automatic when we let 'em
lay. 'Aw shit! Get down, Leatherface.' Fuck 'em all, if
I can't get my respect. Come on, now, put them to rest. What a bloody,
bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress. I
figured this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me. It's all
in your mind, but in time, you'll find we as real as we speak.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Layzie:
All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most. I
toast to them thugs. Nigga, nothin' but the love of bud that we
brought to the table. And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in
the mud. Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda
to the fools that clone, five niggas loc'd out with the roughness,
nigga, and it's war when you craft these Bones. We can get it
on, and I'm referrin' to all of y'all bitches. Y'all know who y'all
are when y'all tried that. Rollin' with the E since ninety-three,
shuttin' shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that? I know
y'all niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes,
but we chosen. God done blessed us with His potion, pure devotion,
freely spoken, baby. Niggas can't see us never, stay
together, my click too clever, ridin' through the days of the stormy
weather, remember: eternal, it means for everlastin'. #1
Assassin blastin'. Bashin' on all you niggas's what I'm doin'. All of
the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come. We
won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Wish:
I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go, true to
pull the trigger, smother a nigga, put 'em in a river, we the killas,
and that's for sure. Niggas out there clownin' mine, you can't rhyme,
the style you got is all mine, and when I see you, bitch, I'm
goin' in your pockets double-time, and it's like that, you don't want
that. Come and get some pap, pap. Wanna sound like?
Wanna be like? Nigga, we can't have that. Why a nigga wanna bite the
Bone shit? Platinum raps. Nigga bet that bitin' shit
ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin' outta nothin'. Fuck it,
let's peel caps, buck 'em all down. Put 'em in check, fuck 'em
up with the 44 mag, I'm glad, 'cause when you're fuckin' with Bone, we
sendin' 'em home in a bodybag. Now, look into my
eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug puttin' it down with harmony,
harmony.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see