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'For my one true'
'Our run's our rhyme'
'For my'
'One true'
'Our run's our rhyme'

I went from construction Timbs to Ac's with rims
Flippin' mixtapes, to bitches feedin' me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh-huh)
My niggas up to pawn drop-top Jaguars
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's that superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline (Nigga)
I want a presidential Roley (So?)
So I crush MC's to guacamole makin' Robin scream 'Holy Moley!'
Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin' Sega in the wide body Blazer

I shot dice with a preacher and drank Yak with a pastor
So it's me, myself and I know, my own Lord and master
When your ass was born it was all on the loan and
When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and
Start takin' care of your own, nigga
Everybody's schemin' with the nature of a sinner
So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
I gots to fight back against the powers that be
Cause the powers that be, be tryin' to fight me
Standin' at the crossroads but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and some take the lefts, but
Lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance

Well, I traveled the land, like my man in Kung Fu
Moshin' up this hip hop scene, with my Digable Crew
Now you and you know the science, so don't front
Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front
In fact it's gettin' like a daily operation
Cenilish born, represents my young nation
And I'm facin', opposition, in every form
So my man choose Squad 7, our's is on a swarm like crazily
Cause it don't pay to be
A black man in the land of mental slavery
They say 'Cash Rules Everything Around Me', true
So what I gotta do to be as lavished as you
I don't roll with no crew that do the same ol' same
So I travel the seventh plane, by way of coal train
Now that's an I'll thought niggas get caught in my wisdom
Because the number 7's like the master of a rhythm

It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin'
They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
It's been stated, way back in '88
That a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
And fakes fell when my heat made a sound
Now, all the non-believers gonna fall
When my niggas make the fuckin' final call
We started out small, now we got a staff a nation wide
1995, how many heads are gonna fly
With that rootin', tootin', southside shootin'
Bootin' any nigga who ain't troopin', with Huey Newton
Fuck disputin', when it's time for a change
Nigga, what you gon' do? When we rearrange the game
Blow 'em out the frame, with new ideas
We's about the game, lyrics puttin' me down out here

'For my one true'
'Our run's our rhyme'
'For my one true'
'Our run's our rhyme'
'For my one true'
'For my one true'
'For my'
'One true'
'Our run's our rhymes'

I step in the jam with the God on my side
And the God S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, so I
Step to the DJ and tell the DJ, 'Yo' throw the wax on'
How many MC's must get dissed? (Dissed)
The mist from the blunt's smoke decides who's next on my list
Can you feel the hiss? From the snake, move in my direction
No U-turn, you gettin' burned from the sun in my intersection
The guard has spoked, sword strokin'
If you think you ready for affair one, pay ya token
On my Soul Train (Uh), control your brain (Uh)
Buck Town representative 'til breakin' down, like a ki of cocaine
Straight from the lab and I still elevate past
The snakes and the crabs, fuck it (Boot Camp Click)

It's that Funkdelic, Funk Doctor Spock, inhale it (what?)
Fuck the vest, niggas better start puttin' on helmets
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin' in stacks, bullets hummin' from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck, get stuck
I'm jammin' like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
That caused the ruckus, then I fix a few stitches
Bladow! Blast my style pack like Luke bitches
I forward, forward, high punch and spit the flame
Like Liu Kang burning your membranes when the wind change
Mad explicit when splifted, my scriptures
Leavin' your mic boney like that Tales of The Crypt bitch
All y'all niggas suck my balls one time
While I unwind, now I'm bustin' your ass counter clockwise
I get dumb, but dumber, while your vision blurred
For all the loo-hoo, za-hurrs

Ayo, mayday mayday! Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
Fuck a drag (I'ma puff the whole bag)
Yeah, it's the low down and I'm low-key, the O.G
Niggas know me (true), so take it Easy like Mo Bee
The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal
On the subliminal (Niggas) watch what you women do
All the bitches wanna know why the frames I ride
That's just the rock to clear from the glide
Bare witness, to my mental fitness, no fear
Precaution, maybe too severe for your ear (Yeah)
Creep around, grown on the down low, let off
The ground slow, subtle and leave you in a puddle
So I breaker-breaker 1-9

Cause it ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's like that

Ayo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped
I grabs the mic and I do what the fuck I want
I outlast an ig'nant, white out Philly, you're a Dutch
Master, raw like a natural disaster
As I crack ya ass like cheap, blaster
I might bash ya, while my tongue lash ya
When the Rock cruise, I crash ya
Leave ya like a car wreck
Then I give a tribute to the Rippa Tech and I slash ya
After, I'm sure that you're ghost
I go see my bro with the 'fro and we toast
So the punks pawn a planet, plus every single fool
Cause without all of y'all, Heltah Skeltah wouldn't groove what we do

Puttin' your shit to tha pave, endin' up meetin' the gauge
Live in the land of the brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazed
But they never did phase Bone
My deadly pistol brothers, ruggish, never did take no losses
Put 'em all in a coffin, ya dearly departed, better off

Been labeled a psychopath, fall down with a buck and a blast, when given my chance
You niggas who fearin' my sawed-off, put me to rest, so fast to blast
So if you thinkin' of kickin' it, you best be packin' your shit you bitch
Not that it makes a difference, cause I'm moving you down with the quickness

Now Krayzie Bone is buck, buck, buckin' em once again
And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend but see what they win is that MAC-10
There's never another to go with a brother, I'll smother a sucker
And go undercover, we leave 'em in gutters, they claim to get down
But come through with the sucka that squealed on the murder?

Creep with the street sweeper
When I reap I pray the bullet'll put in much work
Put in much dirt, wet shirt, puttin' the bullet just where it hurts and umm...
Wit' a me Tech I stepped up, runnin wit' a buck
Po-Po's won't let a me duck, gonna be a set up, wet up
Get 'em when I get 'em, Bone don't let up

'For my one true'
'Our run's our rhyme'
'For my one'
'One'
'One true'
'For my one true'
'Our run'
'Our run'
'Run's'
'Our rhyme'

Hey YOU, don't you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe everytime we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin
They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin
Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'ma hit you with my music
I'm fightin up sheisters with my cyanide
Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
Represent the next Black Panther

I hang with blacks and you hang with whites
I pack a nine and I don't like fights
I'm from the deepest darkest, ghetto streets of South Central, L.A
I jack for jewels watch when you bail, it's right across the streets
From hell, and no one want to repent went to the liqour store
Blast on the cashier, just like I did last year
Now, tell me, if you was there would you be down
When them black boys beat Reginold Deny to the ground?
Now, I would've be, before I make a dollar, I decided for the buck of it
I tried to rap a rocks for life people they said, 'Change that shit'
This is West Coast, Rap-A-Lot
I stroll to Houston Astro's hat a lot
I sock A punk, fool, hit me up

I run the west and I'm up that's suppossin' my cause
What's the difference between this and hell, but vasoline drawers
I live a sick lifestyle, my profile, souls of Menace
Handlin' Bennettes to the finish if this is
Cause for action, my people turning to hold a strap, man
I don't give a damn, South Central, and
Lookin' out for the black man, strugglin' with my brother, man
Roll with the clan, boker's Rock to Tazkan
It's us against the man and I'm a damn get shot
They'll have to put in the jail cause I ain't goin' for the pot
Turn the pigwigs to mop top, for the bullshit to stop
I got a hood I die for been organized since '64, man

Jamal gets down, the master of bringing the massacre
Rollin' on cruise like Pharellies on Acura's
If you don't believe my steez is real
You can check the emptiness of my Glock nine mil
It don't matter which way you come
I still be the nigga, callin' shots with the gun
I lick one shot, I make your whole squad run
None (Uh), Is about to fuck with the sun
Mally G, I never kick a rhyme for free
Function rap skills, I come live like T.V. (Word up)
For all of y'all, I come across to be real
With super shit like Fall Guy
And lines to make them all die
Infrared beams, mind full of schemes
'95 until, keep it real, get the cream (Yeah)
It don't stop (Uh), what the fuck
Fuck around and get dropped, it don't stop
Know what I mean