Hard Core-Bone Thugs N Harmony

[Intro: Layzie (Bizzy)] (Little words in poetry) Yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon) Keep your eyes on your prize young man Real n***az do real thangs at all times (real n***az do real thangs) 1-2-3-4 count it out n***a (buck buck!) [Layzie Bone:] Seventh letter of the alphabet, I think that classify me very well I'm a G graduatin to O.G. n***a, my soldier stories no fairy tales They call me Geraldo when I'm reportin up on these streets First I "Witness" it like Jehovah, then I call it just how I see it Give me the power, give me respect, give me my money and give me my space I keep it business and never get personal, n***az be smilin all up in my face Wastin my motherf**kin time commentin on another n***az dimes While my rhymes be full of lines about these fake-ass n***az that's lyin "I'm Tryin" and tryin to cope with it, ask the homie Akon n***az is "Locked Up" and "Konvicted", makin it hard for Lay' to stay calm And I drop like napalm, me, my body be blazin Half man and I'm half amazin, n***a a nation is what we raisin Better thank God and praise Him, we livin in Revelations Get it while you can, keep elevatin while these talkin n***az is just hesitatin I do it the best I can, and I don't play no games Dawg I love my music, and I don't do it for fame [Chorus:] What you, what you hardcore? [x4] [Bizzy Bone:] Brrrrah! Nothin is comin for free... Nothin is comin for free, you gotta work to get what you need I hustle my words in poetry, Jesus, mission complete Can I explain to you with simplicity my reason in chance? Just to dance with a child that I was born with simply Soon as the mockeries be done and we'll take the punishment trance Remember that, Jesus Jesus, we servants and we are lambs The champions of France and Italy, Timothy faithful So is Michael the archangel, plus Kane, and plus Abel Out in the streets with a burner, L-Diamond, Clark Gabel Casablanca, Lil' Layzie in a Maybach or a Sable To save your look for souls and spirits just to receive No worries, no pain - no outfits mayne We Bone Brothers, forever young, just trust and believe [?] chain gang baby, Grim Reaper not Steve My E.I.'s just a friend, much more for me to retrieve Baby boy is well, no hell, know I should leave [Chorus] [Layzie Bone:] Mobbin in the hood, biatch, vote for me! (BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK!) No question mayne, in the guessin game Motherf**kers feelin less than pain I'm feelin extra mayne cause I'm the next to bang I'm about a dollar n***a f**k the fame (woo!) I'm a ride with the rich and I'm a share with the poor I ain't the one that's really robbin the hood Ronald Reagan was the one that put drugs to war America really put d**e in the hood [Bizzy Bone:] I sit in the corner on the brink of this water, shells and mortar Never bring mortal through the portal with my submission and torture Glory, listen to the Creator, ask for permission to work her Slap the knees, at the eagle is present, present my order [Layzie Bone:] When it get drastic n***a I'm smashin mashin Bullets run straight lines so I'm ziggin-zaggin Protected by the Father, no need for braggin While these haters still laugh they gon' breathe the dragon I don't need no wagon, got my own damn band We thuggin, we blended with harmony Y'all playin with a real-ass man Ain't nann n***a hard as me, c'mon [Bizzy Bone:] I said we don't fly in different bodies but we bless those, know 'em I said especially with the homeless and the song is cleanin the potions Singin emotion, keep it flowin, Lil' Lay' keep goin They not really knowin but we know when even granny given closure [Chorus]