| We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
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| And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
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| We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
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| And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Would you look into my eyes?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Could you tell me what you see?
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| Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas?
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| Fuck y’all, with a gang of bodyguards
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| My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas
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| Steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers maintain
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| Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin'
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| My gang, you know me. | 
| Homies got mo' love
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| And I’m blessed, when I’m outta my sentence
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| Pump my fist to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders
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| Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up
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| Now, buck 'em all to Hell, cause I’m showin' 'em
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| And I seen that the bulletholes was too much, no luck
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| Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out
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| The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up
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| Hold up, and wait a minute
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| It’s time for Bone Thugs, 'cause y’all think that you can really hate, nigga
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Would you look into my eyes?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Could you tell me what you see?
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| What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original?
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| What’s worse, tellin' people you made the style we put down three fuckin'
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| Years ago
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| And that’s just like a nigga wanna take all the credit
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| I bet it didn’t even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, kid
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| Don’t crash, collide, lock up with the enemy
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| And I don’t wanna say a nigga’s name and all that
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| But a y’all fin to get stomped, let 'em loose
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| And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh
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| Uh-huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way —
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| Fully automatic when we let 'em lay
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| «Aw shit! | 
| Get down, Leatherface.»
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| Fuck 'em all, if I can’t get my respect
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| Come on, now, put them to rest
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| What a bloody, bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won’t stress
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| I figured this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me
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| It’s all in your mind, but in time, you’ll find we as real as we speak
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Would you look into my eyes?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Could you tell me what you see?
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| All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most
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| I toast to them thugs
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| Nigga, nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the table
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| And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud
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| Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone
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| Five niggas loc’d out with the roughness, nigga
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| And it’s war when you craft these Bones we can get it on
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| And I’m referrin' to all of y’all bitches
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| Y’all know who y’all are when y’all tried that
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| Rollin' with the E since '93, shuttin'
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| Shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that?
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| I know y’all niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes
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| But we chosen — God done blessed us with His potion
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| Pure devotion, freely spoken, baby
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| Niggas can’t see us never, stay together, my clique too clever
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| Ridin' through the days of the stormy weather
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| Remember: eternal, it means for everlastin'
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| #1 Assassin blastin', bashin' on all you niggas’s what I’m doin'
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| All of the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come
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| We won’t be losin', provin' 'em wrong
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Would you look into my eyes?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Could you tell me what you see?
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| I see five killer realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go
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| True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga, put 'em in a river
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| We the killers, and that’s for sure
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| Niggas out there clownin' mine, you can’t rhyme, the style you got is all mine
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| And when I see you, bitch, I’m goin' in your pockets double-time
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| And it’s like that, you don’t want that
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| Come and get some pap, pap. | 
| Wanna sound like?
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| Wanna be like? | 
| Nigga, we can’t have that
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| Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? | 
| Platinum raps
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| Nigga bet that bitin' shit ain’t doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin'
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| Outta nothin'
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| Fuck it, let’s peel caps, buck 'em all down
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| Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 mag, I’m glad
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| Cause when you’re fuckin' with Bone, we sendin' 'em home in a body bag
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| Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killer thug puttin' it down with
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| Harmony, harmony
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Would you look into my eyes?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Could you tell me what you see?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Would you look into my eyes?
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| Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
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| Could you tell me what you see?
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| Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs… |