Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow I flow (flow) when I go (go) in flow mo' (mo') Layzie Bone is in the house, I'm gettin' it started up And it's my part of the cut to let you know That the harder the nuts, the harder you're stuck I get the gauge and let it blast, and get you shot And then you drop; you're popped So now, I got to free the block I'm breakin' 'em, takin' 'em, makin' 'em Fakin' 'em, shakin' 'em off to a new height I rocks the mic; yes, I'm hype I love to write, so don't you bite Yeah, I'm the Bone, the nigga that's on the microphone You shoulda known you're fuckin' with me; yeah, it's on 'Cause I got Krayzie and Bizzy Bone, without a doubt Wish Bone and my bigger brother, Stan Howse So, call your posse; you gon' need 'em When the Bone's approachin', 'cause I be doin' it flow-motion We never get caught whenever we run, because we throw bolo I'm hypin' 'em up and strikin' 'em up, to keep 'em in flow mo' You step, and you're stuck Now, what in the fuck is up with this dumb shit? I'm packin' a 9 most all of the time; now back-up, bitch I'm locked-down all the time, because I might go psycho For drinkin' that Cisco and poppin' my pistol You're claimin' you're rough? I'm callin' your bluff So, what's up, sucka? I'm callin' my nigga's, and pullin' them trigga's Quicka' than a muthafucka' I flow (flow) when I go (go) in flow mo (mo) A 187, a lesson, for the nigga's who think they get wit' the Bone The weapon is kept in a trench and… So give me the gat; at once, you're shown There's nothin' flow like flow-mo' I roll with the Bone; no, never go solo Time and time again, I think I'ma need for smoke 'em So, so, no, no, 'cause I don't think that Biz will ever back-down You cross our ways; so you sing, then you chill in the background I'm psycho, like no Leatherface, is no-one on my level Let's meet at the cemetery; and no, don't forget the shovels I'm diggin' a ditch for the sucka who thought that they could fade me Chillin' with my nigga Wish, Layzie and Krayzie The gauge be pointed at your temple in our land My F-L-O-M-O-T-I-O-N can Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow Well, it's the nigga, the nigga, the nigga, the once again And niggas, they pick-up the pen, and they try to contend See, all that they win is a MAC-10 It's blastin', pick up my gun And you're runnin' now, from the assassin Pumpin' the clip, and you askin', "Who in the fuck was that masked man?" The nigga that pulled the trigga' 'Cause I'm slimmer, they figured they bigger But when you can see the real killer is peelin' your cap Come with the nigga that's runnin' the pack They step, so pack the gat; tossin' your life I proceed with the murders Servin' ya off in a coffin; you're fucked 'Cause ya' niggas, they heard that I buck So, don't think you'll win, when I got my steel And I'm feelin' it when you feelin' a pain Well, like, I'm insane And know I can throw the gauge, if you complain There's never another, to go with a brother While smotherin' suckers been goin' undercover We leave 'em in gutters, ain't goin' to get caught But who was the sucka' that squealed on a murder? Well, 187, the weapon is kept and… You step, and get learned a lesson I grab my Smith & Wesson, for punks that run to test and… So, punks, get ready to drop 'Cause I'm on a roll and you'll get smoked, and… I'm kickin' a gangsta twist Let's keep 'em movin', in flow motion I flow (flow) when I go (go) in flow mo (mo) Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow