Bizzy Bone - Str8 Ridaz lyrics

[Intro: Layzie Bone] (Yo, we violent....what!?) This is... (I'm a straight ridah) Another Self Entertainment production... (I'm a straight ridah) (I'm a straight ridah) Bone Thugs... (I'm a straight ridah) Hey Mook, that's that n***a right there dog (We straight ridaz) That's the same n***a that was talkin' sh** at the club, dog Watch out [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] Swingin' at 'em, yeah I'm grindin', baby gettin' down with the best of them You thought I would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them That's what you expect from them, never the thugs, n***a this Bone Whup him like he stole somethin', beat him like I'm Roy Jones And I thought I told you life is wicked fast, steady get up and get the cash Stick 'em fast, n***as be lettin' this slip on past Number one is up for grabs, I'ma be the victor man Strong arm, take the sh**, like I was the Peter man Bulldoze against the grain, I always been a rebel dog Kickin' a**, takin' names, on a whole 'nother level dog Grown since a teenager, mobile phones and Sky Pagers Brought up in the projects, now we ballin' skyscrapers H2s and Escalades, customized, special made Hollywood to Broadway, check it dog, we gettin' paid Naw I ain't about to change, I'ma just continue grindin' Bills paid, babies eatin', record sales steadily climbin' [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Ride or die Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare Ride or die Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] A n***a got a flow that's so sick, my sh** is in critical condition And if there's a cure for this, I don't need a fixin' Gimme a blunt and let me split that sh**, man hit that sh** We ain't smokin', rollin' no penners, we blow big fat spliffs My n***a, just kick back with me, it's the thugs That's runnin' this motherf**er so b**h answer to us We the man, we the one That started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged sh** We ain't smokin' heat, tokin', f** with me k**er, f** a b**h I must admit these n***as, they caught on quick Broads is gettin' pretty jealous 'cause they all on dick Battle you with a rhyme, man I battle you with a nine Millimeter heater, start the breathin' and stop the bleedin' Thug n***as straight outta Cleveland, just released to the streets Paper chasin' player haters get pussies feet underneath, when I creep So don't be f**in' with Krayzie, I come through blazin' With my Leatherface and sawed off, servin' n***as raw dog [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Ride or die Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare Ride or die Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] Reinvention of the radical, none of these rappers compatible Ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle Automatic guns rattlin', moppin' up blood stains, grievance And I done seen about everything in the world but Jesus I been to Armageddon, under war, one disciple Tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the Bible My sh**'s maniacal, drink Henny until I spit up bile Livin' this crazy life, la vida loca Baggin' that c**a cola, poppin' that Motorola soldier This sh** is sizzlin', bullets are whistlin', b**h I am the master of my destiny, never no De Milo And no Jezebel, my sisters say don't let them broads stress me I need the silence of the spirits, I am the lamb These n***as gon' hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm It's the religion of Abraham, where there were m**m ba*tards Catholic or Jewish, leave it to Christians, this is thug life n***as [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Ride or die Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare Ride or die Ain't nothin' wrong, I'm ready to get the battle on Ride or die Waitin' for war, waitin' for warfare