the master You get caught up in disaster Blasting them between their eyes Flesh be pulling mack hypnotized Come now say, come now challenge the master
Prevod: Flesh-N-Bone. Master.
say come now challenge the master You get caught up in disaster Blasting them between their eyes [Chorus: x4] Come now say come now challenge the master
lost Pac, Biggie got killled When this shit gon stop? Everybody wanna know what's goin' on with the Thuggish Ruggish Bone, bone, bone, bone tryin' to
Alright, now lets do this (Flesh)-Knocc Out and Flesh, my glock to techs, we comin' 2 serve ya (B.G. Knocc Out)-Knocc Out and Flesh, with tha glock cock
Bone] Na, Na, Na, Na... Hey, Hey, Hey... Good Bye!... Bye Bye!... Bye Bye! Why they want to sound like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone,
killed, when this shit gon' stop? Everybody wanna know, what's goin on with the thuggish, ruggish, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Wish Bone in Background) Most
survive) Yeah, Uh, yeah. Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone, Wish N Bone, Flesh N Bone. Tha lil' muthafuckin' nigga you know it's Bizzy Bone. (Flesh N Bone) We
From every coast hoe mo bodies be dropping nigga To strap the chrome pick up the microphone World to pound be it unto def-jam, east to west Flesh-N-Bone, bone, bone
can't stand it feel I'm gonna self destruct But I don't wanna go to hell Vixin' tha body does it tell 'n explicit For more 'n I seen ya vision And let
lil slow Switch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout? You ready? I'm ready, baby Turn my headphones up Hear it go [Verse:] I'm back to the bone, it
' What u see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh 'n' bone And no matter where
wish but you can't escape Because we crave dead flesh Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin' muthafuckin' bones
Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied... This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here interviewing the (Three 6 Mafia) from
blocks turn to the Twilight Zone D.A. on the case like Sherlock Holmes My old high school sweetheart started sniffin a bone For the right bag she deep
poems, my vocal tones are dark Catacombs that'll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones in Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally until the stench of decaying flesh
my vocal tones are dark Catacombs that'll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones in Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally until the stench of decaying flesh
