(Bizzy Bone): Well it must be close to tha Armageddon Lord. no, and I won't stop by that lesson you taught me. To pull on out West, and you brought me, and I'm not stressin' it softly. Get 'em up off me, 'cause alwayz, one of us, hotherin' and botherin'. Jump outta my ghetto, I don't settle, give 'em my label. They can't stop me, and pop me, nigga they got me fukked up. Then tha Pac gets skitsofranic, let's manage tha damage on y'all. Often I...talk about 'em, and you, go willin', really go and pull it, and I'm wanted and no joke. My fellaz, we come to shut 'em down. So quick to test bullet yes,. let it roar. A war, when ya kickin' down doors for murda mo' horror, or when ya testin' on balls foe tha cause and I. Steady pullin' out my pistol, test ah nigga wit' mine. Fukk dem niggaz it's on. Pull yo' pump, we 'bout fin' ta put ya to test, then bless tha blow. Niggaz yo' chance to agress, tha stress ignorez. We put you ta death, wit' tha last of my breath. While I pile my kids, so they don't sin in my steps. 'Cause we're within' escape, with tha best of my secrets. Even tha least of our luv, they can't believe it. I can see ya defeated and if ya really want me, you wouldn't let me get tha piece, and be runnin' up over in ah land.

(Tupac): I probably be punished foe hard livin', blind to tha facts. Thugs is convicts in God's prison, hand on tha strap. Prayin' so Father pleaze forgive me, police rushin' when they see me, I flaunted Amerikaz Most Wanted live on T.V. Like, pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holla my name. We all gon' die, we bleed through similar veinz. Explain to me now, don't panic when my gunz burst, burned tha last damn nigga, this ones worse. My niggaz Bone, held tha chrome 'till I came home, Thug Luv Playaz tell these bitch-niggaz bring it on. I caught ah plane out ta Cleveland late last evenin', to help my niggaz clean up some niggaz no longa breathin'. Who do you believe in? Hit tha weed grieve. It's ah cold ass world nigga, kill you in yo' sleep, watch me. Until they stop bury, murder me, or drop me. I got, Thug Luv foe nationwide posse, feel me.

(Layzie Bone): Little thug, from Tha Land, that nigga neva ran. MuthaFukkaz try ta get me, they don't understand. It's tha #1 nigga, out wit' and APB nigga. Down ta put it some work, this is dirt, fukkin' wit' tha bad Bone...Thugs -n- Harmony, follow down tha road we chose, and we calm ah. Everything we do, it seemz to cause drama. Ready foe tha war, lightly baggin' my armor, bomb ya. So quick to test us, if ah nigga wanna press us, eat dust. Foe tha love of tha lust, niggaz bustin' on us. Hit 'em up, wit' tha buck 12 gage heater up, it's my art of war. Puttin' niggaz on tha floor when I'm comin' through tha door, bringin' nuthin' but terror. 'Causin' much pain to tha niggaz that dared us, tried ta put ah twist in ah thugsta era, get 'em. Wit' ah nigga like Pac, and ah nigga like me gotta stay high. Thug Luv 'till I die, keepin' prayers to tha sky, but it's still in tha hood, smoke and fry. So I say, The Lord save us all, escape us of misery. Blast my niggaz in penetentiary, Souljahz of tha Century, yeah.

(Krayzie Bone): It's tha nigga turnin' tombz, and just ta get down, down wit' tha dirt, and we don't fukk around. Buck ah couple ah roundz, and if ya test 'em you gonna hit tha ground, and don't get caught up in tha crossfire. Artillery thick, an you don't wanna get tha hussle wit' depths, ah straight double buckin' retent. I reloead, buck ah lil' mo. Hit tha scene, before tha po-po even know, who they lookin' foe. They don't know, ah muthafukka wit' ah Leatha Face? Hey, man she said I ran this ah way, said I ran that ah way. Guess you'll neva know because I got away, hell yeah. Ah criminal mind, to keep ah nigga on tha level sometime, I get high, and analyze yo' crime. Correctly organized, as I buck, next souljah to reach tha prime

(Wish Bone): Nigga if you can't feel tha vibe, nigga you got to die, it's only right. Fukkin' wit' Bone, betta leave it alone, Mo' Thug gon' crack that fukkin' dome. Still in tha hood, where tha thugs play. Fukkin' wit' nuthin' but thugs man. Ain't takin' no shorts, or no losses, and crackin' dem domez around my way. Keep it to 'em on anotha level nigga can ya suffer, you can dig ah whole in this shit, this day. Infra-red, kick ah head, you can beg, you can fled, but still gon' bleed, bloody red. Lately I feel like, somebody's watchin' me. Betta run foe cover, nigga duck, we about ta bust. Str8 got tha infra-red, put it on his fore-head. Make some movez, it's down (straight) to his soul, put tha card in tha muthafukka soon. Through his momma tellin' him he was dead wrong, dead wrong, long, now we long gone, long gone.