Bizzy Bone:
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun

Krayzie Bone:
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death, death [bad word] with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death death
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got

I still be the [bad word] [bad word] Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a [bad word] about the law [bad word] with a pump in my car
And [bad word] who you are
You're [bad word] with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as [bad word] It ain't just a name
It's the game
And we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug [bad word] I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split [bad word]  [bad word] what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas
Thinkin I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to [bad word] up to prove that we do it
And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house?
Original Cleveland Criminals
Niggas just send em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murder murder"
Never forgot where [bad word] from
Watch how you move your tongue
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your [bad word] And smash and crash
Protect my niggas [bad word] Leathaface at ya and on your [bad word] like I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you
Sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

Layzie Bone:
I be the smoothest little [bad word] you can meet me
But [bad word] you [bad word] with me then I'm a [bad word] with you
Introduce you to this heat
I sweep the street
When I draw down, let me hear you say  [bad word] the law now"
Rawest niggas in the town
Ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, [bad word] that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real [bad word] keep it real
Show me your game
I'm sure gonna claim
What the [bad word] is mine
My [bad word] I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack move [bad word] And since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your [bad word] [bad word] we'll smack your [bad word] in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me [bad word] this Mo Thug Family is for real
 [bad word] 
Bizzy Bone:
Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
Before it all gets spent up
And you wanna get rid of
hood [bad word] with game
And every [bad word] said I'm a good [bad word] [bad word] with the wood grain
Everybody still playin that hood game quiet
Especially when it's tired
My environment ain't nothin but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
Split up these niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message
Destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter
Wad up a niggas sherm [bad word] listen to the sermon
Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got some problems
Had dreams of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas [bad word] [bad word] not insane
Niggas still with me
Bone, somehow they turn [bad word] up and get your [bad word] blindly, elevate through time
Nowhere to hide

Flesh-N-Bone:
Our dawgs finna haul off lead
Sawed-off head [bad word] you drippin soakin with bloodly body be beggin me
You know what you should've capped like 2 pac with a Glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done [bad word] up
Don't you [bad word] up blastin gas craters
What the [bad word] you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
For the untamed
Insane human only the Fifth Dawg [bad word] you thought [bad word] fame
For the fact the [bad word] is a phat game
Going remain number one in the Land
Flesh, strangle the gang
Bang bang!
Bang!
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay today?
Will I raise my guage?
Oh God!
How will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you
Don't have it?
Have [bad word] up you sons of [bad word] Blast it, we sons of assassins
Match it, collecting more cash
That's [bad word]  you're feeling that
Niggas said all my babies get a million [bad word] with a villian
Hit 'em
With a venomous blow!
I call on my mighty archang-el
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes [bad word] humbly united
My family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you [bad word] test my enterprise? [bad word] you better go think twice
And open up your [bad word] eyes
These niggas can't [bad word] with the fifth dawg finna parlay
Everyday stormin your way
You better lay low
So you might just duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day [bad word] player hate
 [bad word]