, cabbage peeler Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun, come, come get some Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone Fuck with the Bone four
of weed. But fuck that, I got come up in my blood, plus it's the first of the month, nigga what, the perfect time to come up. The only problem is I'm
know, they don't know (come follow me now!) -Krayzie Bone- They all wanna know if Bone Thugs are the same/ 'cause one of us left, but four of us remain
my pocket Now they wanna be a *** friend like we partners *** we was lookin' for a deal and you dodged us Never did call us, what was your problem?
Alone in my four cornered room Starin? at candles Are we on the radio Dukes? Yeah, give it to me Yeah, at night I can?t sleep I?m tossin? and turnin?
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
four young niggas that will spray All these niggas pop pills every day And all these nigga got they own AK Got goons that do whatever I say Got four
your my angel There's no rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss They call me Banks, my government is Chris They feel me in the burbs, love me in the bricks Four
night time falls and the cash shuts everything down This is the life I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood? I wanna tell my problems
fi hit di ground fast (NOW PASS!) And come out a di place because yuh sound trash Check me! You don't want no problems bring any opponent Bus and Shabba
figured we fold Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em Tell me your jokin', my flow is like the levees open Foreign trips four to five zips heavy smokin' Problem
I ain't droppin a tear, I ain't thinkin twice nigga, you ain't my nigga I don't smoke with you, drink with you, eat with you I got a problem with you
99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but
I think it's time we had a change A little switchin' up And maybe we could find a spot or two For me and you Just you and me There ain't no problems
and your physique And I ain't trying to critique, but you deserve a good drink, so what's up? What you sippin' on? It's no problem Black and gold models
, man 'Cuz if the shoe is on the shelf you should have some, man You can not sit up and tell me that you have none, man You may not have three or four
other crews recognize Y'all can't fade us When platinum status droppin' heat Man you already know B2K and Chris stokes always equal big doe We in a four point six with four
I tag 'em _Dry Me_ I'm married to the game, the brass my music When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston! I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck