Aww Shit

Flesh-n-Bone (- Chorus -)
We don't play them games, not at all! When they see the gang, they like, "Aww!" Aww, aww, and we got 'em all like, "Aww shit!" Bitch, I'm with the gang thuggin', they like, "Aww shit!" When they see them gangsters comin', they like, "Aww shit!" When they hear them thangs bustin', they like, "Aww shit!" Now, bitch, we ain't playin', got them all like, "Aww shit!"

Krayzie Bone
Respect Kray Jackson, nigga we rep that T.L. When I'm up in the mix, we leave ‘em addicted from this here that we sell. Come and get your fix, believe me, we lit, when it’s time to dip, then we bail. No limit to this, whenever we hit, believe me, it's gon' prevail. I tell ‘em you better go and get your squad up. You don't want to squab with us! And runnin' up on us will get you mobbed up. Nigga, that's the vibe with us. I told ‘em before that “I'm a Monster,” and really your time is up. And thinkin' you creepin' up on us to rob us – then come on an try your luck, we line 'em up! So, Cleveland, indeed, I clutch my weapon, try to rush me, we be steady. Please believe me, he's a felon, so be easy, keep it steppin'. Thuggin' season, heated heavy. Nine-millimeter keep the leverage; that's the reason we be ready. When they see that Smith & Wesson, they say "Aww!" (Aww, Aww)

Layzie Bone
[Ay, Layzie Bone, muhfucka!]
And I got them double H's swingin', M-O-T-H-U-G bangin'. Just that mighty, mighty warrior B-O-N-E gangin', claimin' T-H-U-G pedigree, 24-7 weaponry. No, we never like police and muthafuck your deputies! Ho-ass niggas especially fuck around and cause a riot. Kray and Lay ain't come to play, we slayin' niggas - autopilot. If we sellin', y'all gon' buy it, thuggin', bailin' side-by-side. All the hustlas wanna try it, shit so good, they can't deny it. Tires thick and slide wicked. You ain't got to lie to kick it. If we have to come pay a visit, y'all won't have to ask, “Who is it?” This is what it is, boy, we're takin' all of it. See us comin’, hide the kids, they gon' be screamin' "Aww shit!"

- Chorus -

Bizzy Bone
I’m about to berate ‘em without any hatin’. You thinkin’ you’re ready, forgettin’ we burn ‘em with .38 (.38!) and wanted it dead or alive, and we roll-out! We follow that money. You do what you do with the label then B will disable the bomb quick and we better this tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick and then-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick’ll let ‘em all lay and they’re thinkin’ it’s on. Little B.B. the king and he king in the North. They can do what they do, I’ma do what I want when they think I’ma go with a flow and a chorus. Slip me that .50, but bitch, you’ll get turned into “Bloodsport.” See me in the trenches so you niggas see what RIPsta got his gone for! (for) They don’t know they in the midst of the storm. These niggas hot, Double Glock, I ain’t even warm. Blow you away! It’s the nigga, the nigga, the nigga that once again…I fuck ‘em up quick! Where you bitches been? (been, been, been, (Ha-ha-ha-ha!) been, been, been)

Flesh-n-Bone
Come kick it with Flesh B-O-N-E. You better be ready whenever you step in with them T-H-U-G-S. My niggas they lovin’ the way I represent that C-L-E. Man, just don't test them when they mobbin'. Ain't no question that my family and army, Bone Thugs-n-harmony - we’re the greatest the Heavenly Father made and that this seems to be the reason that these faggots hate. Bitches believe that we the shit and that we came to save 'em. Ain't doin’ nobody any favors. We’re dumpin’ you fuckin' maggots in the grave! We’re known for gettin’ your party poppin’, yeah, that's a fact! My niggas they active, packin' pistols, quick to pap. Stay on that saucy shit, Flesh-n-Bone, I stay flossy, bitch! Better watch out when the Fifth Dog grab that Mossy, they say, "Aww shit!”

- Chorus -

Wish Bone
I'm a legend, nigga, dangerous. You want the smoke? You want to choke? You want the smoke? Come here, let me make you famous, nigga! All of my niggas got close, all of my niggas gonna let them go. Fuck cops! (Pop off!) Keep playin’ with a nigga like me, "Come here" (Pop-pop! Pop-pop!). Been gettin' this money – me and my T-H-U-Gs with a little bit of harmony (harmony). You better than who? You better than who? You niggas better stop! (You faster than who?) Always on my toes, I just load, that's the code. When I walk in the room, they froze, star-froze, they know! (they know, they know, they know) Ain't nobody no better (They know!) Changed the game, nigga pay the respecters. (On God) Niggas better respect us. When I come out the bag and you better respect us (Nigga!), and we ain't playin' no games! (No change!) If you owe it, nigga, please give me my change! (my change, my change)

- Chorus -

Krayzie Bone (Prerelease Verse)
Respect Kray Jackson, nigga we rep that T.L. When I'm up in the mix, we leave ‘em addicted from the shit that we sell. Come and get your fix, so nigga, we lit, when it’s time to dip, then we bail. No limit to this, so whenever we hit, believe the shit gon' prevail. I tell ‘em you better go and get your squad up. You don't want to squab with us! And runnin' up on us will get you shot up. Nigga, that's the vibe with us. I told ‘em before that “I'm a Monster,” and nigga your time is up. And thinkin' you creepin' up on us to rob us – then come on an try your luck, we line 'em up! So Cleveland, indeed, I clutch my weapon while I puff these leaves of legend. Please believe that he's a felon, so be easy, keep it steppin'. Thuggin' season, heated heavy. Nine-millimeter keep the leverage; that's the reason we be ready. When they see that Smith & Wesson, they say "Aww shit!"