1,2,3 [feat. Bizzy Bone & Bone Brothers] - Layzie Bone, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

4 for the, 5 for the

6−7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Skull and crossbones, been Layzie when the Shop Boyz was babies

I was +Partyin Like a Rock Star+ in a hot car in the 80's

Can’t play me, I’m crazy, I wish a nigga would

Snatch a nigga by his flesh and really represent the hood

Now the night is mine, I’ve been all around the globe

Chasin this money, doin them shows, playa I carry the whole load

See my family is my everythang, my money take care everythang

These nuts I let 'em hang, can’t nobody do it better mayne

What’s understood don’t need to be explained, never

Ask Ronny to tell ya, I’m on a whole 'nother level

I do it cause I’m the shit-shit, you son of a bitch, I’m rich

How many times I got to tell these niggas to stay up off the dick?

We too big types for fist-fights, wanna start shit, how you been tight

My niggas is known to up pipe, squeeze on niggas like «Fuck life»

What I shine dawg, I’ma grind dawg, I remind y’all again

I don’t do this to be famous, I do it for my kids

+ (Layzie)

1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!)

3 for my family cause my babies got to know

4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)

6−7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Wheels spinnin dippin, all runaway slaves in white linen

Flourescent blue, that’s for the Titans, nigga we get in

Christ-like, crisis, isis;

we are the righteous

I’m fightin for the breath of our lightnin, aw yeah

Sweat that, technique, never that, ready set go

Gangsta you know I shed tears as my shotguns steadily go blow

As we lift up off the flo'

I smoke squares on the holy ground, hold it now, whoa

Forty more days to flip yo' mind, nigga you’ll seek and you’ll find

We in the circumference in an abundance, my ambulances is warning, I’m

Straight out no mushy pussy, way off to eat a tushy

We monster mash it, no cookies, fuck it homie we rookies

Understand it, don’t get caught up in my looky-looky

Cocky niggas get shot, so nigga don’t try to push me

Burn that, nigga you earned that, now learn that

Christ will fill you in the buildin, little Layzie turn that

Talkin shit but I can back it up, these niggas ain’t no match for us

I been doin this shit so long man these niggas ain’t got no chance with us

A breath of fresh air, like I’m new in the league

LeBron James on these niggas;

too much power, too much steam

Smoke good weed and cigarettes, like Young Nob' I’m still a threat

I’m gone off that ol' shit, really y’all ain’t seen nothin yet

Listen to my battle cry, «Art of War» will never die

Roll with me you better ride, sucka shit’ll never slide

One for the shine, two for the money

Give it back to my Heavenly Father, he the only one can take it from me

Three for my family, four for they future

The only reason I give a fuck, otherwise I’d shoot ya

Five to stay alive, and six to keep grinding

Seven to get to heaven dawg, it’s all about perfect timing

What’s on my motherfuckin mind is this

These playa haters got me twisted, rewind it if ya missed it

— repeat 2X

Hey, yeah, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll

Yeah, hey, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll

Hey, yeah, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll

Yeah, hey, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll