We're not against rap, we're not against rappers, but we are against those 
thugs thugs thugs...
(Chorus 4x:)
(Shatasha:) It's the Thuggish Ruggish BONE.
(Layzie:) You're feelin the strength for the rumps that bump. Hear the funk in 
the trunk that the thugstas feel. Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin your 
peoples cuz we so real, chill. Better bring your weapon, when steppin. Bring 
on that ammunition, trippin, no sip, not to mention never knew no competition. 
But I gotta get mine so scream out mo and let me hear ya holler, not about 
that mighty  dollar. Roll with the BONE mo thugs will follow. Chain gang, 
remainin the same, flamin my dank and drinkin brews. Thug about that hangin, 
talkin 'bout bangin. Follow me trues, fools.
(Chorus 4x)
(Wish:) Get ready for the BONE and a mo thug. Bustas ya know me as a hustla. 
Try to creep and get beat, maybe six feet, peet. Gotta put your mind up, 
Straight Jacket. Gotta make that money man it's still the same now. Bailin in 
my black trench vest. Ya gotta be down to bang bang. Come and get this 
teaching ya soldiers. Hot thugsta's my stat. Me drinking me brew to me skull 
crack. It blew all the way back.
(Chorus 4x)
(Krayzie:) Me follow me now roll stroll. Off peepin the land well creep if you 
can. Take another swig 'till the brain wounds. Locin steady chokin off that 
potent smoking. Running from the popo now. Gotta get 'em up with my thugstas, 
right turn to the double glock, pull to the curb. Smoke with my hustlas. Puff 
puff to the brain shot. La POD it and tweed it. Gotta get another case for my 
trunk. Old English really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk. 
They pop on, so leave them only you don't wanna get shut down. Thug one in the 
nine quat, and you better believe they be running this thug style, so what 
now? See the BONE thug claim, thug never gon' change, so flame up. Sit back 
and just smoke to the same cut. Leather Face on the creep and I came up.
(Chorus 4x)
(Bizzie:) Gotta give it on up to the glock glock. Pop pop, better drop when a 
buckshot, blow. The BONE and me never no whole soul. No creepin up out of the 
zip lock. So Sin, sip gin, and let a mo ho when the blunt had been flipped in, 
and slipped in the clip in, me stickin me bloody victim, happen to test nuts. 
To the chest and put him to restin, but I won't test bucks. Put a hole up in a 
me vest and gotta get through my soul but it won't budge. Mug, drug, me 
victim. The blood and me runnin my mental, the thug got me stuck and me keepin 
it simple. The bud and me runnin me pencil, to the temple, buckin, you duck to 
the thuggish-ruggish T, Saint Clair peace, to the field, to the G's, and a 
buck to all my enemies.
(Chorus 5x)
(Shatasha:) We got Layzie, and Krayzie. Bizzie's in the house, Wish is in the 
house, and Flesh, and Tasha. Cleveland, definitely, in the house.
(Chorus 6x)