One-eighty-seven is a lesson for them niggas that want to test. Bring
more than one, 'cause me shotgun'll be buckin' your chest. Wannabe Mo
Thug? Thugsta mentality runs through the Bone. Pop, pop to thedome
fall short to the chrome, gift wrap that bitch ass on. Much lovefor the
green leaves, but me trues have to ease me down. Puff, puff,head rush,
poppin' in me clip, and I got plenty rounds. Me no pretender, nostudio
thugsta. Bone'll get with ya [with ya], and if me miss ya,Strate, Number
1, and the Ripsta swing, watch 'em hit ya, [hit ya], so we canswang, [we
can swang], down for me thang [down for me thang], feel the blowto the
brain. Thought you could hang, when I swang them thangs, that'sinsane.
Stay low, stay low, so them po-pos--they no me no surrender. Them
niggas on the street--they remember Bone is being no pretender,standin'
up on the block, 9 millimeter cocked in me hand, and me got meniggas
lookin' after me back, and them watch, [let them rott] holdin'watch.
You know it's nothin' but the neighborhood thang. It's mandatoryfor me