[Bizzy Bone:]
Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day
Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day
[Layzie Bone:]
Yeah, I remember back in the days
When we was "Creepin on ah Come Up", we was tryin'a get paid
Before a nigga really came of age
We was walkin with a trench on, totin that gauge
High tech boots on, blue khaki suits on
Bailin through the snow, tryin'a serve them rocks
Got a "Pocket Full of Stones" like UGK
Little dudes gettin money up on the block
Runnin from the cop car, never really got far
'Cept for the time when they tried to knock sparks out-
-My aaasssssss
Got me thinkin to myself, how long will it last?
Movin so quick, shit, livin through the hit-list
East '99, we was young, black, gifted
Bone Thugs niggas, didn't want none niggas
Cause they already knew how them Thug boys kicked it
Pistols sick, when we was drunk and high
Little bitty niggas that loved to fight
If somethin went down, didn't rub me right
Still to this day, somebody gon' die
Bullets gon' fly, my word is my honor
'Round my way, you gotta walk the walk
On some real talk, have ya outlined in chalk
All I gotta say is, it ain't my fault
Can't be bought, takin no loss
Still to this day, I'm the bill collector
Come wrong to the Bone, and I gots to check ya
Automatic weapon is my selection
Don't need protection, we'll fuck you up
Big Buck is my nigga, don't press ya luck
And y'all still ain't ready to fuck with us
Cause in thugs we trust, and we mean it!
