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{Wrestling with papers.} Yeah. Studio Rat Productions. (And this is how we ride...) Uh. You know I from Bone Thugs N Harmony.

Bone
My 7th Sign niggas steal anything that ain't nailed down/ Come around my way, that's how we monster mash/ Sip that Crown all day every day, hey, hey/ In and out we play, fresh out of them caucuss mountains/ Fountain of youth, I am the future and truth/ The revolution, a runaway slave, don't stop till the execution/ I'm rappin' workin' for my paper, won't beg for no restitution/ Bizzy be khaki'd up, baby does it in mink/ Gotta love me cause I'm ghetto fabulous, what do you think? Half breed, rock the mic/ Sellin' the rock, no pink/ Givin' the people what they like, I've heard of murder, murder but I don't know what like, Colonel Klink, think/ I ain't had a drink in four motherfuckin' weeks, I'm finna go split my dome, what do you think? You better believe it

And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight/ And we can bang, bang! All day, all day, all night, all night, all night/ This is how we ride, is how we ride/ And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight/ So we can bang, bang! All day, all day, all night, all night, all night/ This is how we ride, this is how we ride, this is how we ride, this is how ride

Bone
Puertoricans call me Poppie Chulo/ Stop! Drop! Poppin' the pump/ Black Mafioso, bullets be riddlin' through you fucks/ Got a cop coppin' the co-co, the block is hotter than liable/ This is devotion, holler/ Run up, get broke off proper/ Your hatred is gasoline, my words are vitamin mena/ You need to shut your mouth and mind your manners/ Gettin' high since I was nine/ Dead homies, I can still smell pine/ And whether I twist my tongue or not, Lil' Bizzy still gon' shine/ So we latch your mind and let your conscious be free, and get down to murderous music from me, check out my new thang/ Please, don't let 'em rap they wack, don't let know how to move thangs, packed/ I've in stadiums, third mark and I do thang phat/ Fact, that I'm the rebel that made it rappin' about crack/ Read many books to elevate my levels so the words will match/ Fresh batch, bakery/ Seasons veteran catch, now let me ride/ Got to thank God just for saving a wretch, so ya'll come on

Bizzy
Bizzy ain't never made no honor roll, dope dealin' and dropped out/ Got addicted to money, can't stop it, this is what it's all about/ Drop Dillinger, and I don't know/ 7 is jumpin' with me/ Black limo, window tinted/ Roll it down, let 'em smell that sticky/ This' Bizzy The Kid, let the pressense come grace your city/ I refuse to go back to funerals, niggas be dyin' too quickly, cause the knuckleheads get buckled/ I know they comin' to get me, live my life like I'm blackened up, only the lights been with me/ Here we go, enter The King, elected by the people/ And I gotta grip on things, I'm watchin' evil/ You know my stees, best believe that I'm gon' rip it from dust to dawn/ You can ask the matridee, Bizzy got filet mignon/ I don't need no input D, play the track as I control the symphony/ Gotta get my monopoly; Property of that nigga Bizzy/ Though he was hard and got his jaw rocked, bitch/ I could pass out, get up, start rappin' and have it all out