(feat. Pleasure P) Yes, I'm that old school pimp shit...that G shit...finna take it back...way, way back Meat & Bonez: It was this bitch that I knew
shots, oh... [Lay] And we gon ride, and we gon ride... [Both] Bone Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline! [Lay] And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and... [Both] We
dance a lot With different selves who cancel out One another I'm the only one left standing One likes muscles, oil and dirt And the other likes the
Baby Bam ] Now the brothers be doggin The sisters be hoggin They're playin with the fire, and they're gonna get burnt Word up Smokin and puffin and sniffin and
bitch Cause I'm runnin' with a meat cleaver (Chorus) Runnin with a meat cleaver, yo! And if you missed it the name is Twiztid Runnin with a meat cleaver
meat cleaver, Yo! Shaggs and J, Insane Clown Posse. Runnin with a meat cleaver, Yo! Pyschopathic! [Myzery] From the NY come Myzery the red eye and raging Minority and
Triple 6, Mafia niggas rollin' gotta shake and break The motherfuckin' laws take care of our business and pick up some freaks, get 'em high and get out
about on street soldiers Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers We keep two bones and two phones in each rover We all relaxed and
line and can forget that black on black crime We livin' and driven and giving them love but what they do wit out heart For takin' and breakin' and fakin
same and I most surely condone that you all realize it and leave me alone glowing members of the radiant mush squeeze down hard and feel the bones crush
the firm ground turned to sludge And the rain it hammered down And the rain it hammered down And the rain it hammered down And the rain it hammered down And
mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Schards of glass explode, chest and
with mangled little bones Little children fly, not a chance to wonder why Smashed against the ceiling, all their skin burning and peeling Shards of glass explode, chest and
gone before, Point our path with unseen hands - The living threads of evermore. From egg and sperm 'neath sticky sheet - To ash and bone or maggot meat
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause Stop the song and remember what you used to be Somebody that could fucking impress me We know who we are and what we want to say And
my sweet thang They want to see how my meat hang When I pull up to the club I'm on the G Bone thangs While these other boys broke like a cheap chain,
make Breathing their air and taking up their space Nuclear holocaust is just around the corner Always lived my life in constant fear Radiation tears the flesh from my bones
you, without you) Mr. Bones (Some people) Feed on other people's troubles (Some people) Beat on other people's meat (Some people) Want to bleed us dry and
