[Thunder.] 
Bizzy: 
 I'm sendin' a message to warn you imposters, all hatin' in my business, when I see you I'm a drop
you.  Get slugged and get drugged, my niggas'll hustle to pay the judge.  Got you, when I spot I
should pop you, even the boss was tellin' me not to, but I won't stop until they get shot, when they
get out the hospital, I bet they shot, too.  (Your last won't greet him) and they got better walkin'
and we even, when I leave and flees to Cleveland, now, murder 'em and rest in peace and
good-bye, we're shuttin' it down, and yo, we're proud of niggas from (?) that's playin' our sound,
we found your town, now is you ready for the war?  Cry loud and go.  Any and all niggas'll fall off
in they sleep, and even the foes, and order them hoes gonna be flee, bitch, fuck with me and it's
either my little aliens, yeah, we come to your city and really put it on down with the pistol can you
feel me, feel me? 

Layzie: 
They be biters, dope-style takers.  When I see you face-to-face, my nigga, I'm a treat you like a
hater.  You niggas ain't Bone, you clone, you wrong.  What the fuck?  You niggas ain't thinkin',
"What's the consequence?"  Now I'm 'bout to get real deadly, ready for the war, when we just
start bombin' start.  Tryin' to cop my click?  Hell no, real raw, y'all niggas thought this was a
game?  Now, it's time to make you feel the pain.  Wanna test my everyday thang?  I aim straight
for your temple.  It's really that simple when I seen it splatter.  Had I even killed one of you clones,
then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter.  Scatter, run for the border.  Your career is gettin'
shorter.  Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya:  Mo Thug Records' takin' over.  I told ya. 
Soldier, man your post.  Better cover your coast, and lock all entries.  If one of my sounds is off in
your town, niggas is goin' down by the means infantry, instantly fin to be World War 3 if you fuckin'
with my family jewels, you fools.  You niggas break golden rules.  Gotta walk the walk in your own
shoes.  Bone thugs-n-harmony, them niggas goin' platinum everytime.  I'm ready to ride.  You
ready to ride?  It's do or die, then, nigga I die.  I jumped in my five-double-O.  If you got it, better
flaunt it.  I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks, and cock the glock, it'll make you want it.  Come
get it, and while you're rappin' on your song, just remember:  no pretender, bitch, you hoes ain't
Bone! 

Krayzie: 
I hope you [you . . . ] realize that you ain't Bone.  You ain't Bone. 
Why don't you [you . . . ] realize that you ain't Bone?  Nigga, you ain't Bone. 
Ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're chargin'.  Clones pay. 
Come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're chargin'.  Clones pay. 

Bizzy: 
Straight from the corner and I'm a thug.  All my diamonds, I bet you wanted to stop my shinin'. 
Didn't we warn you, nigga?  The sign, see blinded.  Run, but they findin' me in mine (?) and critical
with a pistol, with pistols, feel the verbal'll serve you, heard my words are satanic and wishful, then
see you all get pissed off, my generals need no (hearse), we need a (?) fifteen, twenty glocks with
beams and TNT.  Nigga, roll with me.  Burial, fuck the world when I deal, hope I repent, 'cause if
the world (?), it just might catch me up in heaven.  But I'm a work this earth 'til it hurts, gotta done
make the worse all the way through trial, I'm back in the court for some dirt.  Bring 'em off soil,
they wait for alarm, I curse that silly-ass bitch said I stoled a purse and at them bullshit awards, but
they told me I stole beneath of my shirt, and it makes me sick, even Ripsta's sistas plus family
understands.  Fuck with it, put it on your Grammy, even my mammy's scared to tell and deep in my
mind, devil seeped in', scary, stay wary and carry on, promise to burn me, never bury, and hurry if
you ain't Bone. 

Layzie: 
These niggas wanna erase me, 'cause they can't face me.  Crash collide with the niggas that hate
me, fuckin' with the real, y'all see how the fake be, duckin' the cut, tryin' to look for safety.  Make
me reach for my pistol, and pop it.  Niggas gon' pay on the day that I spot him.  Toss him in the
trunk of the Caddy all the way to the rodeo, killin' all carbon-copies.  I'll be damned if I let a nigga
breathe indeed.  I grieve for the war.  What's next?  It's all about respect, bitch-nigga, I'm a get that
shit, if I don't get nothin' else.  To the end, I'm steady flippin', fuckin' the world 'til they give Bone
props.  Nigga, you got knocked on blocks with rocks, beat down by the cops, and it still don't
stop.  Glock-glock, I'm grindin', steadily climbin' to the top of the charts, where you wanna be.  Off
in my prime and all about timin' as I look at my shit and make history.  No mystery, mistook, and
nigga, that eight-time platinum real.  How do you feel, to the thugs appeal?  Make nigga wanna
sound like Bone for a record deal.  Shoulda kept it real and quit frontin', nigga, go round-for-round
with the best.  Nigga, step up and meet your death, fuckin' with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and
Flesh.  Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest, and it's on.  Nigga, realize or you die, you bitch-ass
niggas ain't Bone [Bone, Bone, Bone.] 

Krayzie: 
I hope you [you . . . ] realize that you ain't Bone.  You ain't Bone. 
Why don't you [you . . . ] realize that you ain't Bone?  Nigga, you ain't Bone. 
Ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're chargin'.  Clones pay. 
Come on, now, ring the alarm [ring the alarm] to let 'em know that we're chargin'.  Clones pay.