[Intro]
Layzie: I don't know
Krayzie: Yo!
Wish: What up thug?
Krayzie: Bone Thugs~N~Harmony is back n***a
Layzie: Yeah, belie' dat
Wish: You know. (Laughing)
Krayzie: Kanye West on the track
Wish: Oh that's big. That's real big
Layzie: Yeah, we gon' do it like this baby

Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.} 'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.} N***a's still owe me chips. {N***a's owe me chips.} And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.}[x2]

Krayzie:
Man, these n***a's they got me lacin' up my Timberland's; creasin' up my khakis (khakis). .357 cocked in my hand-- fixin' to get it crackin'. I guess they figured they get away, and wouldn't have to answer back to Kray, and Lay, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh-- remember that, I on the way. Told 'em I'm a ride for mine; ain't no need to die for mine. When they see how I ride for mine, oh n***a they gon' hand me mine

Layzie:
You probably was thinkin' again it was over for my soldiers. But n***a now hold on, you don't even know us. We them po'est that's the coldest. You can suck us; you can blow us. From the clipper from the shoulders; you gon' pay us if you owe us. From the East-side to the West-borders; consider this the takeover

Wish:
Look man, you don't want that shot up. Gimme my dolla's and all my change-- I like thangs. New thangs: brand new white T's, in the summer days, you know? So pay up, 'cause I show up. You owe us. I might have to bother you wit' a twenty-two; more like a trey-deuce.-- more juice. Grown man; I ain't playin'. Hard, firm is how I stand. Pop up my myself dawg 'cause I really don't need nobody man

Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.} 'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.} N***a's still owe me chips. {N***a's owe me chips.} And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.}[x2]
Layzie:

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector; needin' me money, know he's up tonight (know he's up tonight)-- ya damn right. Dawg, I never been comfortable; my daddy ain't Cliff Huxtable. I'm original and I'm loveable. But really, do a n***a look fuckable? I doubt it ho, and I like the dough. Let off shots from my rifle-- like a sniper dawg: a pipe on y'all. N***a, the Bone was born to ball

Krayzie:
Taxin' n***a's like the I.R.S.; T.H.U.G.'s, we'll have yo' faith out in the streets squeezin' you foe yo' cheese. And don't even try to resist it, n***a just give it up. Feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump; pump, pump, pump

Wish:
Lights out; we comin' through. We ain't satisfied-- hope it ain't on you. We ain't gon' let it go. Bone Thugs~N~Harmony: original. It don't matter who's right. It don't matter who's wrong; we'll set it off. Wanna lose yo' life (yo' life)? Step up, we'll blow yo' head off. 'Cause we got the weapons for anything that's steppin'. Ya will learn ya lesson-- a real thug checkin'

Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.} 'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.} N***a's still owe me chips. {N***a's owe me chips.} And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.}[x2]

Layzie:
(Bone, Bone.) We step on the scene and commits to get live. N***a's they knowin' that n***a Layzie be ready to set off the raps-- the prop. My n***a we packin' the fo'. You thought you could flow? You gotta go. Still in the show. I'm a rhyme as my ammo'. My life as a barrel is lettin' this loose. Playin' you pussies, like fuck a piano

Wish:
Look at the game wit'out us. Yes they tryin'-- they ain't us. We want our spots back; we ain't askin'-- be some jacks. Here comes the Bone and step up. We got a lot of luck left. Here we come, in a rush, wit' that relaxed breath

Krayzie:
Yeah. When you see the thuggish ruggish, you know just why we comin'. So do yo'self a favor, and bitch go get my money. And n***a don't try the blues wit' me 'cause I can't feel ya pain. N***a, you know what happens when the tenents bill ain't paid

Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.} 'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.} N***a's still owe me chips. {N***a's owe me chips.} And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.}[x2]