Krayzie: 
We thuggish ruggish (censored) 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 (censored)? (Censored) y'all, with
a gang of bodyguards, my (censored) is stone cold killas, peelas, steppin' out the limos (censored)
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 out of my sentence 'cause my
pistol, 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, the haters, I'm showin' them.  And I seen that the
bulletholes was too much, no luck, ya get blowed up, all of you playas 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. 

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: 
It's a regular day when haters hate me, but they could never fade me.  Them stuffed in the trunk of
my Mercedes.  Krayzie ready, and you can believe that, you can believe that when we get even,
we get even, fin to set it off in Cleveland.  Welcome to the party, but no clone Bone imitators
allowed, 'cause we ain't tryin' to front nobody, but you rap like my partner, pal.  Everybody say the
same thing:  Yeah, back in the days, a copper might have been toasted, but, man, really them
copper wasn't sayin' nothin', 'cause evidently wasn't nobody listenin'.  If you can look into my eyes,
tell me directly what you see.  Nine times out of ten, you're probably seein' revenge, and there's
plenty within.  Buck 'em all if I can't get my respect.  Come on, now, put them to rest.  What an
ugly, ugly mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress. 

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.  It be nothin' but
the love of bud that we brought to the table, and these haters wanna test.  Get slugged, put 'em in
the mud, harmony smooth with the thugness, mo murda to the fools that clone, five trues loc'd out
with the roughness, and it's war when you craft these Bones.  We can get it on, and I'm referrin' to
all of y'all fakers.  Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that.  Rollin' with the E since
ninety-three, shuttin' (censored) down in the industry, (censored), can you bite that?  I know
everybody wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes, but we chosen. God done blessed us
with His potion, pure devotion, freely spoken, baby.  You don't wanna see the Bone 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 haters' 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 thuggish ruggish (censored) ready to roll wherever I go, true to prove that you don't
wanna be a killa, but I gotta get down for mine--that's for sure.  Hear you out there clownin' mine
and you can't rhyme, the style you got is all mine, and when I see you, (censored), 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?  Now, you know we can't have that.  Why you clones wanna
bite the Bone rap--platinum raps?  Everybody stuff 'em, ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin'
outta nuthin'.  Buck it, let's peel caps, lyrically buck 'em down.  Bone, put him in his place.  You
wanna be biters.  You bite us.  You bite us.  You bite us.  You bite us.  Hey, 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?