"NOTHIN' BUT DA BONE IN ME"                         
FLESH-N-BONE

You don't wanna see my Flesh [Flesh, Flesh . . .]

It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see me.

Feel thug shit pumpin' out of Cleveland, all up in your system, hittin', makin' everybody move.  No matter where you're from, come on and get with this.  Here to make your party, body, so groove over to the Glock, the spot, we got it poppin' all day to get through the night, swisha, fill 'em on up with the icky, sticky, sippin' liquor got you nice.  Whip out the lighter, flame on up.  It be to completely (?) me up.  Everyone, have a nice time, get along with your people.  Don't wanna hear people fuss or cuss.  If they do, then I crush 'em.  Break every bone off in his body, 'cause all my people came here to have a wonderful time, niggas, everybody crashed the party.  Once in awhile we can get a little wild, and every now and then, I comin' out to show you how.  In the Land, my city, the way we put it down.  You know what it is, how to get to my town.  Listen to the rythym.  Hear this sound:  [Sirens.] put you deep into a motion that just don't stop.  Feel them coppers come knockin' on your door.  Get your ass on the floor.   We jam 'til we drop.  Props, sendin' out shots to my trues, been down with that nigga Flesh at the beginning and, niggas, together 'til the very ending.  And I'm hit after hit, and I'm still winnin'.   And you wonder what it is in me that you really wanna roll, then see Flesh gettin' busy with niggas that it be my thang, nothin' but the Bone in me.
 
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see me.

I grip me a pipe with my heater.  Call upon it, when I need her.  Feedin' bullets to spit on ya corner.  Think to test me?  Baby, you's a goner, loner, somebody shoulda been done warned, now.  When ya on the thug show, nigga flex, check out the Flesh, put it down.  When your in the
C-Town don't fuck those.  People, you simple-minded.  Don't you find it complicated?  Checkin' the best style, so I'm out get (...?...) down the Clair (?), start none, nigga want my forty, get a light, my sud's froze cold, so off to economies, hit up the store, and I'd love to thank for keepin' the drink I see for me.  Get me Ides, get surprised, (gotta stop thirst) and mo' cheese.  Get the with the Gs, set a destination, we're facin', finally I'm here [I'm here].  Hit me as I go pissy-drunk, breath stunk, puff spliff after spliff, Chinese--eyes sunk shut, near me pass my beer on to the next man.  Goin' up to meet a pretty lady to get my boogie on for the next dance, though seem to me her intentions was to get money, and let's face it, shame on you, honey.  Bitch made it known she wanna fuck me because I'm a Bone, don't threat, better yet I'm a pass up the ass and keep my cash, leavin' women alone, and go stack up my bankroll.  Flip paper, dollar, grab the dollar, make me holler, feel it in me, nothin' but the Bone.

It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see my Flesh Bone.
It's nothin' but the Bone in me.
You don't wanna see me.

Slowly unroll the scroll, unfold the scriptures, done told the bold, house of trues the struggles, fake for these hoes, get a mission hit the road, niggaz ever so cold, can't even touch us, trust us if you didn't want to get ya grip, it wasn't a nigga ballin', who didn't put me on to this very day, look how we goin' strong.  See the Flesh out solo.  We know that I be hung and rollin'.  It's Bone, thug, continue to beat on niggas everyday, still trues humbly united gatherin souls real, come the baddest warriors of the world.  You gotta join us at will.  Smoke one everyday.  Pick the bible up.  Read it.  Breathe it.  Come on bless it, life's for livin' on a valuable lesson .  It's a test that often got plenty a people stressin', strapped with a Wesson, chest protect with a vest.  When I'm rollin', never catch me slippin' with 2 extra clips and a stash-pot fully loaded.  Yes, I'm ready for any playa hater that's trippin.  Dippin' joints in and Henessey and a (?) smoke, four more days (...?...) and I'm bust for the late show tonight I plan to make it right, mashin' to the set and I'm...
 

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