Bones (bones) (bones) Bones (bones) (bones) Bones (bones) (bones) Bones (bones) (bones) They talked about you Like you were a piece of cake One that
street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass to sleep Disregard this camouflage batter
gently and like autumn she brings sadness The leaves are left behind and winter?s in my bones But I won?t stand here crying
truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city
keep truckin' on Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street Your typical city
1, yo, this was how the West was won Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James character And get they bones
the world And see what we see, any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the bone Bite the bone
' Bone Could they rest in peace? My niggas sleep Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E T-Rock got shot Lord bless his city that's why shoot, shoot 'em up
roll with the bone so come on When all goes down when all goes down you can count on me 'Cause I got Mo thugs Bone thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary
you hoes ain't Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the
around my way, we gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make me wait, stay awake, fake sleep Got
Livin' la vida loca [Ricky] Woke up in New York City In a funky, cheap hotel She took my heart and she took my money She must have slip me a sleeping
, ain't no stupid rules Gotta go for yours at all times Cause if you don't, nigga yours will be mine And I won't go to bed early, won't sleep too late
all in together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold
much more is unclaimed No delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps stumpin somethin gritty, it's gun nitty in the city that never sleeps, street
back of my Vett Red bones, I hate 'em no question I like fat bitches with bladder infections Bizzare get down from strokers to Magic City It's the creep
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
