Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow.
(4x) I flow, when I go, I flow mo.
(Layzie:) Layzie BONE is in the house. I'm gettin it started it up, and it's my part of the 
cut to let you know, that the harder the nut the harder your stuff. I get the guage, and let it 
pass into ya shot. And then you drop, your popped, so now I got to free the block. I'm 
breakin I'm takin I'm makin I'm fakin shaking 'em out. Something height. I rocks the mic, 
here's som' hype. I love to write, so don't you bite, yeah. I'm the BONE. The nigga that's 
on the microphone. You should've known. You're fuckin with me. Yeah it's on. Cuz I got 
Krayzie and Bizzy BONE without a doubt. Wish BONE and my bigga brother Stan 
Howse. So call your posse. You gon' need 'em when the BONE's approaching. Cuz I be 
doing it flow motion.
(Wish:) We never get caught whenever we run, because we throw ball low. I'm hunting 
'em up and stacking 'em up to keep 'em in flow mo. You steppin you stuck. Now what in 
the fuck is up with this dumb shit? I'm packin a nine most all of the time. Now back up 
bitch. I'm loftin all the time because I'm might go psycho. For drinkin that cisco. And 
poppin my pistol. You're claiming you're rough, I'm calling ya bluff. So what's up sucka. 
I'm calling my nigga, comin them triggas quick than a muthafucka.
(4x) I flow, when I go, I flow mo.
(Bizzy:) A 187 a lesson, on niggaz they think they get with the BONE. But weapon a 
steppin a trenchin. So gimme the gat and pops is sure there's nothing for like crawl low. 
I'm proving that ball low, literal solo. Time and time again, they cappin 'em leave 'em. Still 
come so so, no no, cuz I don't think, that this will ever back down. You cross away so you 
sing, then you chill in the background. I'm psycho like no man. They think I'm all rain on 
my level. Let's meet at the cemetery and oh, don't forget the shovel. I'm diggin a ditch, for 
the sucka who thought that they can fade me. Chillin with my nigga Wish, Layzie and 
Krayzie. The guage be pointin at your temple in the land. Why, F-L-O-M-O-T-I-O-N can.
Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow.
(Krayzie:) Well, it's the nigga the nigga the nigga once again. And diggin to pick up the 
green and twenty got took, see gone with the wind. It's a mack 10. It's blasting. Pick up 
my gun and ya run upon the assassin. Poppin the clip and you asking. Screwin up fucked 
with them masked men. The nigga done pulled the trigger cuz I'm simmered them pickin 
the bit end but when you get seen and a real killa is when you're capped. Now it's the 
nigga that runnin up, pap. Get stabbed you pack your gat, cuz if you lack we see wit' a 
murder. Servin ya off in a coffin your fucked. Because ya never say heard with the buck. 
So duck if ya wanna we knockin my seal I'm failin ya when ya feeling the pain, when like it 
was sane, I never can thought could to your brain. There's never another to corner the 
brother I smother and serve in then going to cover me leavin me kill and see going 
attempting but who was the sucka I screwed 'em. Now murda 187 the one who was 
steppy, Get steppin you're learnin your lesson. I grab my Smith & Wesson for punks to 
run the testin. So punk get ready to drop, cuz I'm ready to roll and you get smoked and, 
I'm kickin that gangsta twist let's so keepin it moving flow mo.