No
The Bones Lyrics


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Hey, Rossy
I don’t gotta flex
There ain’t no chains that gon’ hang round my neck
Yuh, I ain’t been slanging but still running checks
I’m running these other dudes straight into debt
Now I’m gonna collect
Bet
If they don’t got the dough then their face and my fist get to know
Docie do
Yeah, they gonna connect
I may steal their bitch
And if so then she gon’ genuflect
And pay her respects
So hop off my dick
Don’t need no diamonds on wrist
And no nice fit
To slide into the clit
I’m just here to spit
On the mic or a dyke type bitch
And if you tryna fight, I go Mike Tyson
I’ll be knocking yo ass on the muhfucking curb
And then sicking the boys when I’m giving the word
I’ll fuck over whoever, got no self-concern
So please do not try me
I don’t play nicely
I’m not here playing dress-up with the brands
I’m hunting for coochie and runnin' up bands
If you gotta problem, you catching these hands
You dense ass bitch, prolly don’t understand
Where is yo mans?
Oh, shit I forgot
I done got that boy clocked out up at the lot
Left his body to rot
Now he probably gone
Yeah, he up with God
Oh, shit wait
Nah, man
He down in Hell
You better get on man
Or you go as well
Send my regards
Postcard in the mail
I ‘gon start my shit
They’ll be parting to bail
Pardon my French
But y’all just some bitches
Talking yo shit
And then flaunting yo riches
I give no fucks
I’m just here for the business
Fucking it up
And then leaving no witness
On God
I ain’t been fucking with broads
Just to say that I slay
I just do what I want
And man I don’t get paid
But hey that’s ok
I ain’t here to go flex
I’m just spraying the flames on the daily
Fuck what they saying
Yeah it do not phase me
You place your value on chains and Mercedes
I just place value on shit that ‘gon make me good
Making me feel just the way that I should
That’s word to my friends and that’s word to the hook
Yeah I ain’t gon flex just for likes and the looks
I’m just messing with syllables, getting y’all shook
I’m Leaving ‘em dead til the feds gonna book me
I ain’t ‘gon fess up for nothing, no cookie
Only blinded by the booty and pussy




I ain’t chasing clout, I’m just tryna play hookie
Yeah

Overall Meaning

In the intro to The Bones's song No, Bizzy Bone talks about the reality of the rap game and how some rappers just pretend to be gangster but in reality, they are soft and fragile like cotton candy. He emphasizes that he is a real thug who has been through shootouts and other dangerous situations in the streets. As he speaks, he recalls an incident that happened during the making of the song where masked men walked into the studio with guns and started shooting. He describes how he had to hide and try to stay safe during the ordeal, but still managed to come out unscathed and completed the song.


Bizzy Bone's lyrics in this intro speak to the idea of authenticity and the reality of the rap game. He emphasizes the need to stay true to oneself, especially in an industry where many are faking it. He also shows how dangerous the rap game can be, with shootouts and other violent situations happening even in the studio. His experience during the making of the song shows that despite the violent and dangerous nature of the game, he is committed to making music and expressing himself in the most authentic way possible.


Line by Line Meaning

You know what I'm sayin? I ain't got time to do no intro to the mothefuckin' album, you know I'm sayin? This the motherfuckin' intro.
I don't have time for formalities, this is the intro and it's going to be raw.


Real thug shit. Now, shit, let me turn this down. Hold on, hold on baby. Stop braidin' my hair real quick, let me light this up so I fuckin' do this bullshit. Real quick. Go ahead and put the grease in, baby. Go ahead. Mm Hm. Yeah. Huh, huh quit touchin' on me, quit touchin' on me like that. No no no. No no no. Turn that shit down.
I'm about to spit some real gangsta shit, but first let me get high and have my hair done. And ladies, I don't want you touching me without permission.


What nigga? See these niggas want to hear war stories, I'm a tell you somethin' nigga. We happy motherfuckers in this motherfuckin' rap game dog.
People want to hear about my life as a thug, but I'm just a rapper now and enjoying it.


I'm gonna be real with you shoutin' man. This shit ain't real man, they talkin' about bandagin' shit up. You know what I'm sayin'? Ounces and, and, and ki's. Man, these motherfuckers ain't even pushin' powdered sugar out here man. These motherfuckers is soft like cotton candy, nigga. They wizin' nigga, at the first sign of moisture nigga.
These rappers exaggerate and pretend to be real gangsters by talking about drugs, but they don't know what they're talking about. They're soft and weak, easily scared.


You talkin' to a real nigga who's still goin' through this shit nigga. You talkin' to a real nigga who still go through shoot outs out here in the motherfuckin' streets, nigga. I'm in the motherfuckin' studio nigga, handlin' my business. Doin' me, nigga. Niggas runnin' in the studio nigga with burners nigga. Shootin' a joint up, nigga. Lookin' for a nigga. But ain't nobody shootin' and shit nigga. Nigga, with my gun nigga, between my legs with this other nigga brawlin' and shit.
I'm a real gangster and still living that life, even while in the studio. People came in with guns, looking for trouble, but my crew and I handled it without shooting back.


Niggas scared than a motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm tellin' 'em to shut the fuck up 'fore they come down and kill everybody. Nigga shot like four motherfuckers upstairs and shit, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? Hearin' gunfire and at the same time, nigga, I'm just listenin' to some crazy-assed gangsta shit. So shit was goin' on during the soundtrack.
We were scared, but I had to keep my crew calm and prevent anyone from getting hurt. Even while all this was happening, I kept listening to gangsta music like it was just another day in the life.


Nigga, we look at the cameras and shit, all you see is masked men nigga, comin' in the motherfuckin' door nigga, you know I'm sayin'? They shoot the job upstairs and shit, they run downstairs, nigga. I'm leanin' up against the motherfuckin' wall and shit, and they run past and shit, run in the bathroom. He jump out the trap. Didn't know shit about the sneak done. I didn't know about it till the motherfuckin' come runnin' around the corner.
We watched the security cameras as masked men came into the building and shot up the upper floor. I stayed hidden and didn't know about the whole situation until it was already happening.


Police pullin' me out the house with this other dude bawlin' and shit. Shakin' like a motherfuckin' crackhead and shit, nig.
The police took me and another guy out of the building, and he was scared and nervous like a crack addict.


And ah, you know me. Police want to question me nigga, and you know I gave 'em, my usual, nigga; Nothing. Heh. I said, look I need a pack of cigarrettes, dog. So I walked up to the corner store, got a pack of cigarrettes. Ran to my little sis Cassy's house. Had her drop me off at the Northside, hit the gangster studio and went go rock the shit.
The police questioned me, but I didn't say anything as usual. Instead, I went out to get cigarettes and went to my sister's house before going to the studio to record my music.


Man, niggas don't go through real war shit, man, out here, man. They they just talkin' these rappers out here they spittin' you know what I'm sayin'? You know, on Cd's you don't see 'em in the thug market, you don't see 'em in the hood, you don't see 'em in the ghetto's, you don't see 'em where the killers at. They entertainin' now, you know what I'm sayin'? They entertainin' the street niggas, entertainin' the hood. You know what I'm sayin'? And this is safe.
These rappers aren't living the gangsta life and don't know what it's really like out here. They just talk about it in their music, but they're not really in the streets where the killers are. They're just entertainers and this is a safe environment for them.


The whole industry and I come to bring the real nigga, that's where I come, I come to keep it real. I know, I come from Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. You know what I mean? I know all of that. You know what I mean? I started in the nigga business when I was young, but that don't mean that I can't grow and own my own. And understand what I need to do as a company, as a label, and as an artist, and as a man and encompass that in one movement which is 7th Sign/ Enter the kingdom, nigga.
I came to the industry as a real gangsta and I'm going to keep it like that. I know the game from my time in Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, but that doesn't mean I can't grow and be my own boss, while still being true to myself. I know how to run my own company, label, and music career, while staying true to my values and ethos under the 7th Sign/Enter the Kingdom movement.




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Taylor Smith

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@lydz326

This song represents me and my kids. The love of my life, my husband, and father of my kids passed away 11 months ago today. No matter what happens we still go strong because he's within us all 🥺❤️

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I am so very sorry for your loss. Your kids are so lucky to have you as their momma <3

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