BONE BROTHERS - This Is A Warning lyrics

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(You can't do that... ha ha) 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. (Yeah...) I say 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out, I'm finna clock out

1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out, I'm finna clock out

Watch out for my glock though I'm in the war, chillin' with no rocks Cock sucker, motherfucker, see the snakes and he drop (Sss...) The shear magnitude, mad at you, sad for you and your's when I come screamin' up out the corner, never tell 'em about the car

I walk alone, soft rrrope, fist, blaze the torch

Jump on the porch, hot lava, that's just kitchen cajun scorch

Take on the army in my wretchedness, catch it (Let's go) Get to rappin'

I got kids in this, with the four winds for the backin'

And the troops are lackin', troopin'

Who was the man with the mini-mac

In the back pack and buck at the westcoast, fire spit out of the 'Lac

Yeah, I like that, one true, they' gon' have to kill us

They can suck the devils nuts, if thay wanna

I take the cuts cause I'm the realest in this motherfucker, hands right now

You want the best? Do with the seed and his glory, I'll be around

Clown, if you wanna, huh, laugh all day

I'm serious, next dimension on the galaxy, hey!

This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)

Lil' L-Burna, I keep my thang cocked

Pop shots to The Glock

Time is still tickin' but this ain't the same watch got props locked from hip hop

Lock, stocks in big whop, ya'll know a nigga ain't flip flop

You hustle to make your moves, I hustle to get to the tip top

Lock and load it, and I'm classic like a throw back

Livin' legends in your pressense, ya'll motherfuckers, ya'll know that

Take a picture like a (?)

Gotta stay G'd up from the feet up

I'm the trigger man for God's gun

Please believe in Jesus, he can free us from this crazy world

When you wanna see the beauty look at Layzie's girl, she just so beautiful

And I love my kids dog, all about my biz ya'll

Even if I fall, I can get up again and ball

All life long I'm a get up, get out and get it

On all my songs, I'm a make these niggas feel it

What I'm building is these pyramids, ya'll better be takin' me serious

Some of ya'll ain't hearin' this, my heart is near and dear to this

This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)

They called my Granny Mable, feed her scraps from under the table

Said it was good and healthy and now it's makin' us disabled

Organized genocide like cancer and HIV, made it your center for disease control

Now it's takin' toll

First they put it in Africa, and then San Fransisco

The infamous death quota, they hate exposure

They just keep you blind from high class crimes, to the sinister minister dressed in white with an anti Christ mind

Now this' your warning time

That's already been rich, I got the upper hand on you niggas; Already been there and done it

Take over your dark spots with guns to your stomachs, pillowcase over your face; Make niggas run it

Pop your partner in the leg, let you know we ain't frontin'

Found the money in they shoes in they closets, all hundreds

Get back to the dungeon where nobody's watchin'

Instead of me breakin' bread (I'm a make my acomplise)

This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)