Letras: Bone Brothers. Bone Brothers III. This Is A Warning.

(feat. Thin C & Cutthroat)

[Intro: Bizzy]
(You can't do that... ha ha) 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. (Yeah...) I say 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out, I'm finna clock out
1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out, I'm finna clock out

[Bizzy Bone:]
Watch out for my glock though I'm in the war, chillin' with no rocks Cock sucker, motherfucker, see the snakes and he drop (Sss...) The shear magnitude, mad at you, sad for you and your's when I come screamin' up out the corner, never tell 'em about the car
I walk alone, soft rrrope, fist, blaze the torch
Jump on the porch, hot lava, that's just kitchen cajun scorch
Take on the army in my wretchedness, catch it (Let's go) Get to rappin'
I got kids in this, with the four winds for the backin'
And the troops are lackin', troopin'
Who was the man with the mini-mac
In the back pack and buck at the westcoast, fire spit out of the 'Lac
Yeah, I like that, one true, they' gon' have to kill us
They can suck the devils nuts, if thay wanna
I take the cuts cause I'm the realest in this motherfucker, hands right now
You want the best? Do with the seed and his glory, I'll be around
Clown, if you wanna, huh, laugh all day
I'm serious, next dimension on the galaxy, hey!

[Chorus: Layzie]
This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)

[Layzie Bone:]
Lil' L-Burna, I keep my thang cocked
Pop shots to The Glock
Time is still tickin' but this ain't the same watch got props locked from hip hop
Lock, stocks in big whop, ya'll know a nigga ain't flip flop
You hustle to make your moves, I hustle to get to the tip top
Lock and load it, and I'm classic like a throw back
Livin' legends in your pressense, ya'll motherfuckers, ya'll know that
Take a picture like a (?)
Gotta stay G'd up from the feet up
I'm the trigger man for God's gun
Please believe in Jesus, he can free us from this crazy world
When you wanna see the beauty look at Layzie's girl, she just so beautiful
And I love my kids dog, all about my biz ya'll
Even if I fall, I can get up again and ball
All life long I'm a get up, get out and get it
On all my songs, I'm a make these niggas feel it
What I'm building is these pyramids, ya'll better be takin' me serious
Some of ya'll ain't hearin' this, my heart is near and dear to this

[Chorus: Layzie]
This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)

[Thin C:]
They called my Granny Mable, feed her scraps from under the table
Said it was good and healthy and now it's makin' us disabled
Organized genocide like cancer and HIV, made it your center for disease control
Now it's takin' toll
First they put it in Africa, and then San Fransisco
The infamous death quota, they hate exposure
They just keep you blind from high class crimes, to the sinister minister dressed in white with an anti Christ mind
Now this' your warning time

[Cutthroat Raw:]
That's already been rich, I got the upper hand on you niggas; Already been there and done it
Take over your dark spots with guns to your stomachs, pillowcase over your face; Make niggas run it
Pop your partner in the leg, let you know we ain't frontin'
Found the money in they shoes in they closets, all hundreds
Get back to the dungeon where nobody's watchin'
Instead of me breakin' bread (I'm a make my acomplise)

[Chorus: Layzie]
This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)