Niggas man I don't respect these niggas, I'm a real motherfucking T-H-U-G, original hate to be aĬritic, but your shit I ain't feeling, no, your niggas is elementary, I got history, lyrically you can't Know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fancy show, we done checked these niggas, met these Pistol but he still gonna shoot, 'cause he's a hoe, like half of' these niggas is rappin', I'm gonna let you Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a Man army, only two things in the world can call me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, I neverīack down, never back down, never back down, now let the bone thugs back. Up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga with a fucking grenade, one I'm riding with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorching, proceed with caution murder any MC, your soul is lost, when Job, lyrical damage on one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like Terror, on any cliq or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, I'm a ticking time bomb let it finish the Magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, with homicidal intentions I reign It's the black rag assassin, forty for mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge

You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolling'! You can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, You're looking, for me, I'll be, rollin', Nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', I'm thuggin'. You can't fuck with me, Will.I.Am the ghetto! Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), 'cause I'm a thug by Posed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga 'cause we're smellin' your pussy, the whole bottom line is I'm a deadly so I'm heated heavy for it, why are you looking for me nigga with your looking ass, meet me at theĬlub all my niggas get to whipping ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga posed to be thug, nigga The devil block, trouble not, I'm ready for 'em, niggas they know I'm ready for them, I'm the hardest Nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you're fucking with aīoss, cross pass with me, I'm in the hood all them watts in the Bronx where they cater all around For years, audiences thought Bone was down for the count, but with Strength and Loyalty, these complicated thugs keep the sinister and the spiritual in check while updating their incomparable style for a new audience.Now I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law, tryna play me 'cause I'm rapping I will break your jaw, catch a Bone’s hallmarks are here as well: the mandatory ode to Cleveland (“C-Town”), the bittersweet anthem in the tradition of “Tha Crossroads” (“I Tried”), and even the full-scale adaptation of a unlikely pop hit from the past (in the past, it was Phil Collins this time, Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain” becomes the basis for the theatrical “Wind Blow”). “Bump In the Trunk” is a tidal wave of a cruising song, while the storm of synths on “Order My Steps (Dear Lord)” are underscored by the song’s explicitly devotional Christian lyrics. Strength and Loyalty is produced entirely by Swizz Beats, and every inch sounds large and in charge. Key members Bizzie Bone and Flesh-N-Bone are no longer with the group, but this leaner incarnation has honed its strengths and made an album that is forceful and focused. Backed by an orchestral bombast, Layzie, Krayzie, and Wish prove that the lightning-fast, stutter-step style they first introduced to the world 13 years ago has lost none of its dizzying power.

Bone needed to stage their comeback in grand style, and it doesn’t get any grander than “Flow Motion,” the opening track on Strength and Loyalty.

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