Текст песни: Rebirth + перевод

Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone Bone Bone

Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like Bone Bone Bone

As we continue to pick up the pieces they follow us kings 'til the (sundown)

Deadly issues of telekinesis, better show love or (lay down)

Hold down, welcome to the showdown (showdown)

I think it’s 'bout time Lil' Layzie let 'em know now

Take it to the streets and let the pump-pump go pow

Take my style, let me show you how I go wild

Now you playin with a fully grown man

With a fully blown plan and a fully loaded clip

I’mma go up in your shit, I don’t play with little kids

I’ll spank that ass, boy you know who we is? (Bone Bone)

My homies the greatest I roll with the best, see?

Who in the fuck wanna test, these

Niggas from the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat

Y’all know what happened to the thief

When the king catch him stealin, got his hands in the cookie jar

Off with his hand, fuck it off with his head

Make him stand front and center, let me see what the rookie got

Bet a nigga ain’t got nothin, they bluffin

Tryin to come up on somethin, bubblin

I’mma say this really really really loud

Y’all wanna bubble I’ll bust them, rush them

Trust him never, on a whole 'nother level

If God the creator then y’all niggas devils

The fight won’t end 'til the war get settled

And Bone gon' win cause them Bone niggas rebels

Playa, yeah, nigga!

They don’t wanna see me shine

Everybody wanna sound like Bone though, come back in the Bone zone

If you just beginnin with the daddy you don’t know

They call me the granddad, Granddaddy of the Bone flow

Well little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured

This would be the lick and we’d be next to shine

And we got everybody screamin and singin

But these out-of-shape suckers need exercise

So I’mma get up in their mental

I’mma work 'em out over the instrumental

Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho

Wanna see the wicked, better know what you’re in fo'

First offense, that could be forgiven, you didn’t know

Second time I got up in 'em like here we go

No matter what they sayin we still the most

Realest, that ever did it (did it) feel me flow

Everybody want a little bit of this

The lil' Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh

A little taste so they can test and make 'em see how we the best

And how we realer than the rest, don’t flex cause the pump gon' get 'em

I’m like a bullet to the chest, suffer cardiac arrest

That’s so hard that I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead

Give 'em all they can get

Send them suckas to the lyric cemetary or the rap hospital

Never no competition!

C’mon, now let me take you back to The Land

You know where, the heart of it all

In 1993 when we was up out the scene

The fellas with hell of a harmony with the flow hooked up with Eazy-E

Shook up the industry and y’all just in time, to get another facelift

Certainly this somethin that you wouldn’t wanna miss

The drama when it hit the fan, we got 'em trippin off the gift

And split a wig up with a pretty sick twist

We working like a surgeon on your dome

Exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel

Actually, it’s too many Bone Thug clones and they all malpractice

Arrested and send 'em to the gallows

My Trues brought a style that’s unfound

And you can feel it naturally but we ain’t no magicians

Really ain’t no thang to make a fraud disappear

Steady givin what they love to hear

We make 'em listen up close, everybody know we got the dough

We choppin nothin but missiles, still the nigga who the greatest

Y’all lost, can’t even afford the cost

This is authentic and nothin that’s dealin with the worldwide bosses

We got the sauce, baby we got the juice

We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin for mo'

On the ThugLine with F.B.G., 7th Sign and Mo Thug

Once again we about to blow, we about to blow

Set it off explode, set it off explode!

I’mma treat it like a race and I gotta win it

Ahead of you bums with the Bone flow Thug invented

Haters wonder why them thug niggas still gettin in

Nothin changed the game like we did so we here, still with it

Gotta tell the truth, we changed thangs

Bringin somethin new that’s everlasting

I’mma keep it real, it’s next to nothing

Doin the same thing is less creating

Flow just borin, your spit’s just corny

What happened to old bitin self? Writin battles done face to face

I miss those days, these days

Ghost writers, fake artists with nothin to say

I’mma give it where it’s due, my street dudes just stay cool

I know I got you when I need to pop it you’ll let loose

And you don’t wanna see a Thugsta hit with a Grey Goose

Or we could buy the bar, just stay cool and we good

Recognize street thug, coulda been all hood

The flow’s so love, thugs reppin in all hoods

Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow

Smilin, hatin but you see me on the low low

In the game with the number one, straight from the Cleveland slums

Straight off the block, never hustle to the flo' though

Keep it or not, how them Bone Thugs came through

Yeah yeah, we took it to another level (level)

Level (level) level (level) yeahhh!

As soon as I’m receivin the call, now give me the ball

I run with the dawgs then keep the ball

Now meet me at the mall, you can check on every shelf on the wall

They makin money off the Bone Thugs, equipped for the show

With a knife in my back, everybody rappin fast

But the harmony ain’t in it and now that’s too much to pass

Now that’s too much to ask

Let me pick up my brass ball style and change up, c’mon

My trigger finger’s uncovered my carpel tunnel was gone

It was written and rippin problems like water flowin in humbles

I’m walkin with seven shovels, the grave diggers and others

Nobody understands the man, clones now shut up

I’m quicker than a boogey wicked monster, never just like the movie

We know when to pray to God, do whatever

We get the hustle on in the spring, fall

In summer and winter months we gon' praise — Jesus!

Don’t even represent us like we ain’t said nothin

Present the flow then grow, know where we come from

Sun gon' shine in, equinox rhymin

Layzie perfect timin, grab my gun!

What’s up to my nigga young Hova, Twista

Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer

Get your money, get your paper

Elevate like my nigga DMX, here’s a prayer, God bless playa