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Bone Thugs N Harmony Strength and Loyalty Flowmotion Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow I flow (flow) when I go (go) in flow mo (Layzie) Layzie Bone is in the house I'm gettin it starrrted up And it's my parrrt of the cut to let you know That the (harrrder not to haul), you're stuck I get the gauge, and let it blast And get you shot, and then you drop You're popped, so now I got to free the block I'm breakin' 'em, takin' 'em, makin' 'em Fakin' 'em, shakin' 'em off To a new height, I rocks the mic, yes I'm hype I love to write, so don't you bite Yeah, I'm the Bone, that nigga That's on the microphone You shoulda known, you're fuckin with me Yeah, it's on 'Cause I got Krayzie and Bizzy Bone without a doubt Wish Bone, and my bigger brother Stan Howse So call your posse You gonna need 'em when the Bone's approachin' 'Cause I be doin a flow motion (Wish) We never get caught whenever we run Because we throw bolo I'm hypin' 'em up, and strikin' 'em up To keep 'em in flow mo You step and you're stuck Now, what in the fuck Is up with this dumb shit? I'm packin' a nine most all of the time now back up bitch I'm locked down all the time because I might go psycho, for drinkin' that Cisco and poppin' my pistol, you're claimin you're rough I'm callin' your bluff So, what's up, sucka? I'm callin' my niggas, pullin' them Triggas quick in the mutha fucka I flow (flow) when I go (go) in flow mo (Bizzy) A 187, A lesson for niggas who think they get with the Bone The weapon is kept in a trench and, so gimme the gat At once you're shown there's nothing flow like flow mo I roll with the Bone, no never go solo Time and time again, think I'm gonna need for smoke 'em So, so, no, no, 'cause I don't think that Biz will ever back down, you cross our ways So you sing, then you chill in the background I'm psycho and like no (?) on my level Let's meet in the cemetery And no, don't forget the shovels ([Layzie:] I'm diggin a ditch) for the sucka who thought that they could fade me Chillin with my nigga Wish, Layzie and Krayzie The gauge be pointed at your temple in our land My F-L-O-M-O-T-I-O-N can Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow... (Krayzie) Well it's the nigga the nigga the nigga the once again And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend but see all that they win is that MAC-10 It's blastin', pick up my gun And you'r running now from the assassin Pumpin' the clip and you askin' "Who in the fuck is that masked man?" The nigga thats pulled the trigga 'its Cause I'm slimmer they figured they bigger But when you can see the real killer is peelin' your cap Nigga that's runnin' the pack They step so pack the gat, tossin' ya life I proceed with the murders, servin' off in a coffin You're fucked, because your niggas They heard that I buck So don't think you'll win when I got my steel And I'm feelin it, when you feelin' a pain well, like I'm insane And know I can throw the gauge if you complain There's never another to go with a brother While smutherin' suckers been goin' undercover We leave 'em in gutters, ain't going to get caught But who was the sucka that's squealed on a murder? Well, 187 The weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson I grab my Smith & Wesson For punks that run to test And so punks get ready to drop 'Cause I'm on a roll and you'll get smoked And I'm kickin a gangsta twist Let's keep 'em moving in flow motion |
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