-Intro (Krayzie)-
Bone Thugs N Harmony back up in this motherfucker. That's right, that's right. The original T-H-U-G.
-Chorus (Krayzie & Felecia)-
We out to set it straight; We never let and can't break out and have yet to be replaced (Krayzie Bone) We say uh uh oh, uh uh oh
Krayzie
You check my style inside your fame like a drug/ And I got (?) passed out on the floor, done overdosed on the thugs/ Now over 30 Million records, ya'll niggas better check it/ (?) I never knew no one to smoke up a pound like me or get down like me cuz they don't make 'em down like me; Thugs N Harmony/ Nigga, the name will never die, no matter how mad these niggas is actin' we gon' go platinum/ So back that shit up 'fore we blast this bitch up/ Can you get the picture you old fag-assed nigga? Nigga, if it's what you want, nigga come and get it/ We got it fresh off the grill, well done, hot and maddened/ Don't give a fuck who you roll with nigga, you bitches get hit in a minute for fuckin' with this and I mean it, and I'm heated heavily/ Better be smokin' the stick this me (?) this nigga on this block with two glocks, it don't stop/ I bust one time and motherfuckers call the cops on me/ Ya'll don't know me so don't think ya'll finna hold me, cuz Homie, ya'll niggas don't know me, me
-Chorus (Krayzie & Felecia)-
We out to set it straight; We never let and can't break out and have yet to be replaced (Layzie Bone) We say uh uh oh, uh uh oh
Layzie
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh oh, oh no he didn't! Bitch I did it and yes, I meant it/ You full of the bullshit and need to quit it/ Nigga, hit it, go on and play them drums/ Still about money, I'm a get me some/ You fuckin' with a nigga that's Number One, doin' this for fun hittin' a lick and run/ On some dumb-shit I'm the Assassin, I'm a keep smashin'/ Stackin my cheddar, cheddar/ Nobody can do it better/ Whatever? Whatever? Yeah then I'm a start killin' better be knowin' how the game goes; In touch with real niggas/ Nigga, Im' the drama; Bring it/ Nothin' but tough shit, you can put this on your Moma/ Nigga, I'm a make you love this/ Me and DJ Ice shootin' dive in the back of the alley/ Finna drop back in the Cadi, man, we wanted, needed 'em badly
-Chorus (Krayzie & Felecia)-
We out to set it straight; We never let and can't break out and have yet to be replaced (Bizzy Bone) We say uh uh oh, uh uh oh
Bizzy
Lock up the shit, as quick as a nigga can lock up his bitch with a cot in his pit/ (?) robbin' the rich, and a semi-automatic shotgun, get to poppin' away/ Gettin' the crowd all nervous and shit/ My nigga loathes this gangsta shit, 7th Sign Columbus gangstas bitch/ Cop killer, they gotta love me incognito/ It's as tasty as my Moma, bet she cookin' in Casino/ Se' Manfico, niggas is only out for theyself and expectin' kids to help and ever since the shit been stuck up on the shelf/ Flimsy niggas get broken down like grape juice and Welch/ I hate you cuz you hate me/ (?) talkin' to somebody else as we thinkin' about God and his reputation, pussy niggas who hatin'/ I done fuck up my relationships, I'm ready to get some pressure off (?) my local niggas (?) Mackin' in Dickey suits to matchin' bands zippin' around, dippin' around; Can't nobody catch us
-Chorus (Krayzie & Felecia)-
We out to set it straight; We never let and can't break out and have yet to be replaced (Wish Bone) We say uh uh oh, uh uh oh
Wish
We came up, Eazy died, you thought we was gon' give up/ We still so raw, don't deny, you know we run this game up/ From the DJ's to the Vj's, from the niggas back to the S.A.S you know we run this thang up, everybody knows that Thugs N Harmony/ From the begining niggas was trippin' and they wonder why I be flippin' gives a fuck and you wonder I'm out the hood dippin'/ Cuz these niggas ain't knowin' where you at; Catch you, slip and react/ Nigga, fuck what ya heard, fuck with Bone and that's a fact/ Step on everybody and everythings movin'/ I've been a thug, gon' stay a thug; Don't talk about it, I do it/ Now let me explain with the game in the game, we always young thugs/ Ooh, ah, all this money, nigga what? Now how can you blame a nigga with straight up cash, young, black, heated with an attitude like "Kiss my ass" We apologize to all of our fans with their hands in the stands, but fuck these niggas writin' shit in these magazines; Nigga mad, damn!
-Chorus (Krayzie & Felecia)-
We out to set it straight; We never let and can't break out and have yet to be replaced (Bone Thugs) We say uh uh oh, uh uh oh (Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and don't forget about Flesh ya'll.. and don't forget about Flesh ya'll)