(machine: this recorded call is from an inmate at a california state
correctional facility)

krayzie bone: so what you doing to stay on point hommie

flesh-n-bone: you know when i aint reading i’m writing my lyrics you no doing,
you know work on these lil keyboards if i aint doin that i’m studing, studing
up on this, on my religion all islam, you know try’n to be the best muslim i
can be

krayzie bone: i know you done had to knock you a motherf***er out now huh

flesh-n-bone: yeah i had to knock me a nigga out one time, that was the last
you know, once you, once you get that spice out the way all the rest of them
just move aside and wont test you after that but g i had to knock a big nigga
out once

krayzie bone: so what you needing right now hommie

flesh-n-bone: what i’m needing right now

krayzie bone: what you needing the most you know what i’m sayin like what the
most shit on yo mind right now

flesh-n-bone: aaw man to hold my wife you know what i’m say’m to kick it with
my babies but you know i need to but you know i can’t do none of that right now
so you know you know basically you know you know while you up in here there
aint to much you gone be needing you know what i’m say’n to keep the books fat

krayzie bone: i know you been in that mothaf***er writing and you came up with
some s*** huh

flesh-n-bone: definitly, writing all kind of, know what i’m say’n i got to stay
fresh up on the you know this is what i do this is what i was born to do, so
yall know, man yall come on man yall know i gotta stay fresh up you know the
flesh gone be flesh you know i gotta come i gotta stay wicked like the stack
suppose to

krayzie bone: tell me the main s*** you want these mothaf***ers to know out here

flesh-n-bone: for one for one when i get back there on the mic with my doggs
there see what i’m say’n you see what i’m sayin we gonna be a force all ways
the regular way

krayzie bone: you came up with some hot s*** huh

flesh-n-bone: i’m gettin tighter and tighter every day you know what i’m say’n
i i’m still you know you know i’m gettin buff see what i’m say’n my chest is
like kind of stiking out there you know what i’m say’n so what it comes to
rhym’n on the mic i’m lil bit quicker and swifter so you know you know man you
know we just gone be a force to reken wit when i get out of there

krayzie bone: so what you got planned when you get out hommie

flesh-n-bone: go straght to work i’m goin to work i’m workin none stop i aint
no joke no bull in my game i’m goin to work i aint gone stop workin sun up to
sun down i’m workin i’m goin to work thats all i’m doin

krayzie bone: ay man hold on for a minute let me see if i can get the rest of
the fellas on line

krayzie:
ain’t nothin’ changed everyday. ain’t nothin’ changed.
it’s an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang.
mo thugs is all you claim, stay thug up in this game and remain the same.
so follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin’, buckin’ them bodies with shots, and a come on, a come on, a come on.
everybody get up, get down.
everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green. gotta have another bill, y’all. dog, i need all my change. soon as come up, i’m pullin’ my people up outta the bullshit. that’s why we choose this thugsta music. use it smoothly; don’t abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely. gotta get, gotta get, get money [mo’ money]. thuggin’ forever we keepin’ it real, and i’m ready to show and then let niggas know with mo thug that the shit, it be real, but them murder, we told ya. rollin’, blowin’ indo, we go, niggas that real, we are trues, yeah, ready to bust on anything. shoot ‘em up, shoot ‘em up. nobody move, won’t nobody get hurt.
break it down.
killa, me killa, killa . . .

layzie:
i’m wonderin’ really how many more niggas i’ll see in a coffin, before it’s my time. i’m the kind right here to take losses, not a dime. everyday it’s the same, and i gotta mine to the grind. my mental be stressed on my pistol, my only untensil for cheddar. it’s on the level–war. whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure. would ya like to come parlay with lay all through my hood? sit back, everything gon’ be all good. niggas ridin’ real, knock on wood, goin’ against the grain. it’s all the same. it’s all the same. smokin’ on a lot more weed than before, no pain, no gain. you straight up hangin’, and that’s shame how long we’ll reign. bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang, ain’t nothin’ to do to get outta this game [outta this game]. run the game with consistency, instantly and guard them greens of the earth with resistance. baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do? tell me, what do you wanna do? you can ride and smoke with me, or i can ride and smoke with you. it’s all cool
. it’s all cool. it’s all cool. act a fool. act a fool. it’s all cool. it’s all cool.

bizzy:
really wanna get me pissed, then get to flippin’, when i’m on a mission, me and animal’ll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast, oh so, don’t you know that i know you’re whole m.o., and away you go, and i got (…?…), smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble (…?…) and even scuffle, and i heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch, and bust you, hear my nationwide "fuck you, fuck you." i got people that you trust, who needs some greens, and really don’t love you. never familiar, send ‘em all in the city out to kill ya, it’s an everyday thang and i bang your brains, nigga.

krayzie:
ain’t nothin’ changed everyday. ain’t nothin’ changed.

wish:
it’s an everyday thang, it’s an everyday thang, it’s an everyday thang, thang.
it’s an everyday thang, it’s an everday thang, it’s an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang.
calm me down. it ain’t gon’ change. we won’t change. bone thugs-n-harmony, we keeps it realer. tell me, can you feel us, feel us, feel us? tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas? even though we still roll the clair, playa haters better beware, ’cause we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time. anytime you got yours, you got yours, i got mine, i got mine. fuck with mine, fuck with mine. east 99 is the street, keep it on the low when they creep, or bone got heat, bone got heat, hurt them who tried to hurt me. b-0-n-e, ’cause i’m rollin with ya, ’cause i’m rollin’ with ya, ’cause i’m rollin’ with ya. it’s an everyday, it’s an everyday, it’s an everyday thang, bang. it’s an everyday, it’s an everyday, it’s an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang.

krayzie:
ain’t nothin’ changed everyday. ain’t nothin’ changed.

chorus (krayzie)
aint nuthin changed, everyday
aint nuthin changed….(3x)
its an everyday thing when you hear tha bukk bang
mo thuggstaz always claim
stay thug up in this game
n remain tha same
so follow me now see (now see)
up to tha double glock n
hear pistols poppin(poppin)
???
everybody get, get down(4x)
krayzie
i like ta puff up on my caine
wittout tha grain
??????
ya’ll gon’ need all my change
im pullin my people up outta tha bullshit
thatz why we do this thuggsta music
you be pullin on tha dubie, dubie
b.o.n.e. so lovley
gotta get, gotta get, get money
mo money, thuggin
foreva we keepin it real
im ready ta show tha last nigga
how a mo thug hit tha shit
than be rollin with tha murda, we golden
rollin down with indo we go
than get stopped, we all thug(yeah)
ready to bust on in at night
shoot em up, shoot em up
nobody move, nobody get hurt
layzie
im wonderin really how many more niggas’ll be in a coffin
before its my time, imma die right here
take losses, not a dime
everyday its tha same, n i gotta get mine for tha crime
my mental be blessin my pistol
my only utensil for cheddar
its on tha level, war
whateva my mind is my judge
imma kiss or my pleasure with ya
like kid come parlay with lay
all through my hood
be back, everything gonna be all good
niggas ridin real
like i would
goin against tha grind
its all tha same, its all tha same
smokin alotta weed ?????
no pain, no gain
you straight up hate, n thats a shame
how long we’ll arrange
bang, bang gotta get down for my thang
aint nothin ta do ta get out of this game (out of this game)
you’ll try, but you still will see
you could be
n roll tham greens of tha earth
were religious baby
baby tell me whut do you wanna do
tell me whut you wanna do
you wanna ride n smoke with me
or i can ride n smoke with you
its all cool, its all cool, its all cool

krayzie:
mo, mo, mo, mo, mo . . .
mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, and we are mo thug, mo thug, mo thug.
felecia:
it’s all good. my lovin’s all good.

felecia:
lately, you’ve been stressin’ me about when i’m a give you some, callin’ me,
jockin’ me, sweatin’ me, gonna rush me none, ’cause when the time is right i’m
gonna let you know, and that’s for sure. so wait on me patiently and see what
i got in store, ’cause i’m gonna represent to the fullest. i’ll be there and i
promise you no regrets. just put your trust in me, and baby, i promise this
shit is legit [legit, legit, legit . .

felecia:
it’s all good. my lovin’ is, my lovin’ is, all good, all good, all good.
you know it’s all good, all good, all good.
krayzie:
yep, yep, yep. it’s all g-double o-d, good, good, good.
yep, yep, yep. it’s all g-double o-d, good with me, with me, with me.

felecia:
if i told you once, then i told you twice. you gotta get to know me. there’s
more to a relationship then jumpin’ in the sheets, and if that’s all you want,
then you better go, ’cause that ain’t me. i don’t give my love to just
anybody. if i’m not correct, then prove me wrong, and just hold on.
gradually, you will see, just how good it’ll be. when the time is right, i’ll
ease your mind with a little bump and grind. fantasies full of ecstasy: we’ll
have a real good time.

felecia:
it’s all good. my lovin’ is, my lovin’ is, all good, all good, all good.
you know it’s all good, all good, all good.

krayzie:
yep, yep, yep. it’s all g-double o-d, good, good, good.
yep, yep, yep. it’s all g-double o-d, good with me, with me, with me.

krayzie:
since it’s all good, baby, we can get it on. hey, you wanna ride? krayzie
bone. come and jump in the benz and tell your friends you will get with them
later. come and let me take ya. got a couple things i wanna show ya. i’m
really tryin’ to know ya. i’m just curious: is it really all good? you
serious? i’m serious. if it is, then i gotta jump on it, ride it–ghetto
cowboy. surprise, you thought i was quiet. i never was shy, baby. niggas
just act like that. lay back, but don’t let that fool ya, rule ya. really
give that the nigga the bag, ’cause we won’t have time to talk. i’ve been
peepin’ for a minute now [yep, yep, yep . . .], and i know just where i’m a
start. let me listen to your heartbeat. boomp, boomp, racin’ intense
situation. is it gettin’ kind of hot in here? naw, that’s you. temperature’s
risin’, so am i.

felecia:
it’s all good. my lovin’ is, my lovin’ is, all good, all good, all good.
you know it’s all good, all good, all good.

krayzie:
yep, yep, yep. it’s all g-double o-d, good, good, good.
yep, yep, yep. it’s all g-double o-d, good with me, with me, with me

krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
’cause we’ll come to kill ya, now. we’ll kill ya, now.

krayzie:
aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, and still thuggin’ with the roughest muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "how they still chillin’ like that? ain’t you scared of a nigga that’s tryin’ to jack ya paper, snatch ya?" no. i really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what’s mine, ’cause i got an ak-47 shootin’ trey-o times. you didn’t think i’m willing to find a way to say, "oh, my!" but check it out, though. i done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y’all. and i made it, takin’ out my weed. here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up. nigga figure i’m quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won’t swang back or somethin’, or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin’. fuck ‘em. i think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate and say that we ain’t true to what we say, but, then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate, we bang them fuckin’ brains [we bang them brains]. but then
, we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick. run around foul, tellin’ people we stole your style. muthafucka, we ain’t never been in your town. it’s all original when it’s comin’ from the cleveland criminals, so here we go. got a gun–should i buck ‘em on down? or should i kill ‘em when i put the instrumental on? why they wanna sound like krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish and flesh? i’m so full anguish. gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it, but they can’t get the hang of it. yeah.

krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
’cause we’ll come to kill ya, now. we’ll kill ya, now.

flesh:
beat ‘er up and you’ll sleep when i step so stone-cold, i chalk ‘em, coffin off and they frontin’ that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin’, get real high, steady droppin’ the time on ‘em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the bone it’s a party everyday, so say, "mo," and it’s still this strong to brain. i hop on the phone with the homies to see what’s happenin’ in the hood. it’s all good. niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon’ sacks sellin’ for 1ife, if you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank ‘em and leave ‘em hangin’ for the sake of come up, yeah, takin’ ends, and we’ll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. we better shank ‘em, thank ‘em, fuck it, i thank ‘em, and hope for respect, ’cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin’ a life in the midst of the dark and i sped off with the quickness, strikin’, send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a t
hug, and they thought that i bruise easily. come, they go through this little, (spin ‘em). most of what goes around, comes around. ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us. to the chest, flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun, they change in a whole new muthafuckin’ attitude.

krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
’cause we’ll come to kill ya, now. we’ll kill ya, now.

layzie:
nigga, let me in. double glock and never about to change, man. to the temple i aim and claim to gain control. fin to rid your soul, creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, they pose as foes, gotta let ‘em know. got a nation of my niggas out to back me, got another nation–killas out to try to jack me. exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon’ pull? fool, try to jack a st. clair true, you lose, you lose. nigga, i’m a tell you ’bout these haters distraction. they down with the puffin’, the passin’, 1ookin’ for some action. facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse. if you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps, and a i’m a give a little game in this world that we livin’ in it, sinnin’ in it, and it really ain’t free to me. you get it how you take it, but the only way you’ll make it, givin’ peace to the g-o-d, your lord. and it really don’t mean that evil’s gonna quit, because the hater’s gonna hate, and then the real–it’s gon’ feel, but i bet that after all
of y’all fall that the faker’s gonna perish in the fire. dip, and you know when i’m rollin’, i’m equipped with the ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and i gladly put it on ya from the land of california, leavin’ all of y’all goners, if you know what i mean. yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the lexus with k.b. we gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see. any y’all niggas comin’ with me? so, come on.

wish:
let me up in here and kill ‘em, feel ‘em niggas wanna bite the bone, bite the bone. didn’t a muthafucka say i’m wrong? well i get down for mine, for my nine and blow. we shoot ‘em up, buck. yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. anybody hatin’? erase ‘em. and biters, everytime i see you on t.v., it makes me feel good, ’cause i know when we run up on you, you’ll see we, we gotta get paid good. nigga, don’t shit come for free in this land of poverty, bone in harmony. we hungry. since it’s all about money, give bone a little bit of that evil money. don’t gather the fly shit, fuckin’ with cleve, top of line in my benz, should i 1et ‘em spin on all of y’all, should let my 20s spin on all y’all haters? everything we write, i swear, it’s all original. niggas mad at bone because we be all original [all original].

krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
’cause we’ll come to kill ya, now. we’ll kill ya, now.