We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes?)
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see?)

Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas?
Fuck y'all, with a gang of bodyguards
My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas
Steppin' out the limos the bitch soldiers maintain
Givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin'
My gang, you know me, homies got mo' love
And I'm blessed, when I'm outta my sentence
Pump my fist to Mo Thug, gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders
Jesus sent me his roll or loco, sober, load a revolver, hold up
Now, buck 'em all to hell, 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that the bullet holes was too much, no luck
Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out
The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up
Hold up, and wait a minute
It's time for Bone Thugs, 'cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga

Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes?)
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see?)

What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original?
What's worse, tellin' people you made the style we put down three fuckin' years ago
And that's just like a nigga want to take all the credit
I bet it didn't even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, kid
Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy
And I don't want to say a nigga's name and all that
But a y'all fin to get stomped, let 'em loose
And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh
Uh-huh, hey, we murder motherfuckers in a deadly way
Fully automatic when we let 'em lay
Aw shit! Get down, Leatherface
Fuck 'em all, if I can't get my respect
Come on, now, put them to rest
What a bloody, bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress
I figured this platinum got you actin' like you got to be me
It's all in your mind, but in time, you'll find we as real as we speak

Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes?)
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see?)

All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most, I toast to them thugs
Nigga, nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the table
And a nigga want to test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud
Harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you craft these Bones we can get it on
And I'm referrin' to all of y'all bitches
Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that
Rollin' with the E since ninety-three, shuttin'
Shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that?
I know y'all niggas want to roll with pros, and make friend of foes
But we chosen, God done blessed us with His potion
Pure devotion, freely spoken, baby
Niggas can't see us never, stay together, my click too clever
Ridin' through the days of the stormy weather
Remember, eternal, it means for everlastin'
Number one assassin blastin', bashin' on all you niggas's what I'm doin'
All of the heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come
We won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong

Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes?)
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see?)

I see five killer realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go
True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga, put 'em in a river
We the killers, and that's for sure
Niggas out there clownin' mine, you can't rhyme, the style you got is all mine
And when I see you, bitch, I'm goin' in your pockets double time
And it's like that, you won't get
Come and get some pap, pap
Want to sound like?
Want to be like? Nigga, we can't have that
Why a nigga want to bite the bone shit? Platinum raps
Nigga bet that bitin' shit ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin' outta nothin'
Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down
Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the forty four mag, I'm glad
'Cause when you're fuckin' with Bone, we sendin' 'em home in a body bag
Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug puttin' it down with
Harmony, harmony

Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes?)
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see?)

Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Would you look into my eyes?)
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me (Could you tell me what you see?)

Copyright: Royalty Network, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANTHONY HENDERSON, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS, STEVEN HOWSE, TIM MIDDLETON, TONY COWAN