BTNH - D.O.A. (Remix) (Including New Arrangement) (IR, SDM1)
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“D.O.A. (REMIX)” Internet Release
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
Krayzie Bone
Whooo! C'mon, Bone Thug, We gonna do it like this, yeah… Kray Jackson! Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm gon’ murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck; I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you get offended then clearly we talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin' and singin’ with the same average, always above! Nigga, never no love! You niggas is artificial, insufficient, not an issue. Our position is monumental; all your shit was accidental! (Simple!) Don't be no fool! Don't be consumed in auto-tune! (auto-tune) ‘Cause it’s a deadly storm blowin' through here soon. Originators can survive it if they stay true and innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die!
Flesh-n-Bone
Y’all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play! Twenty-four hours a day, that's seven straight! My killers be rallied up, the scrilla – they tallied up. Like Bally's – I exercise you. Like Dahmer – I victimize you. Criticize you for using auto-tune. Recognize here comes your doom. There's no room for the wacks. They be givin’ a black eye to the game. But there's more than a thousand ways to get ‘em and leave the lames strangled. Flesh banged on ‘em and I never did let up. Foot-dangle you hoes! Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor. Suckers ain’t nothin’ but jokes with their vocals made artificially. I'd rather buck ‘em! Y’all exposed; now they gotta get disposed. My temp is still burnin’ hot, while these phonies, they hardly not! We can lock on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
Layzie Bone
Bye Bye!… Bye Bye! Why they want to sound like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone) Why they want to look like, dress like, sound like? (It's the Thuggish Ruggish!) It’s the critical, criminal, non-subliminal. Set it off, let it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's despicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original. It's pitiful, niggas ain’t lyrical. Give me that deal, give me that miracle! They lackin’ the talent, they lackin’ the balance, they lackin’ the harmony. These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain’t hard to see. No authenticity, they won't make history. Only make Lil’ Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad. Now how do these stars assume they can use the auto-tune. Just because the bass go “boom” I spend my dollars, consume? But naw, I bring these lames to their doom. Better wake up! Wake up! Wake up! We bringin’ back innovation. We havin’ a celebration, cause Flesh-n-Bone is home, did ten years strong, that's domination. Never need no nomination, ‘cause homie the streets respect it. We keepin’ it epic and never neglect it, we get it in on a record. I'm talkin’ about keepin’ it classic, they talkin’ about keepin’ it plastic. They puttin’ the game in a casket. But Bone’ll live on like the Jacksons. I'm sorry I'm endin’ your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael. You heard it from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie. It's somethin’ I'm willin’ to die for! Yeah… Come on! Come On! Come On!
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
Wish Bone
Come here nigga, you know what? First off let me take it back to high school. You niggas teach rules, being in a rented crib. To this day I don't wear Jordan's. Wasn't the first nigga with them in high school. Anybody ask, nigga put that out. (put that out) Shine in everybody's category. Cut that out, (cut that out) flat out! (flat out) It's a damn shame, for spare change, what come out these fraudulent rappers' mouth, or should I say entertainers, I'm complainin’. North, East, West, and South, cut that out ‘til ‘em all Pac and no slouch. (Get it! Get it! Get it!) If you can't sing, then don't sing! The realest knew they place and they did it. We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!). Rest and silent hood lifted. They feel me resonate it. Get Bible realest. Quiet me, (Naw!) I’ma stay hood, harmonied out.
Bizzy Bone
Invisible cut the Crucifix! Explodes into the galaxy! Show you niggas how loose I get! No… no fatalities! Zeus, I'm comin’ to juice the mix. Operation: Totality! Opium flow wherever I go, auto-tune to the Matrix! Shot myself in Cali, woke up without no witnesses. Satan – think she my mistresses. Mohammad, where my bitches is? Eastwicken – the witches is! Yeah! Nigga this peanuts! I’m T-Pain, back with my Nazarinians and we nuts! These Palestinians with three buck shots! When Roger Troutman caught his brother back from Hades like Cain – took him out!Cherubims say “Get out man.” Give me my third eye and I'll pitch it back to the masters. Like the back of the dollar, but why? Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
“D.O.A. (REMIX)" (NEW ARRANGEMENT) Special Delivery Mixtape Vol. 1 (Track 1)
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
Wish Bone
Come here nigga, you know what? First off let me take it back to high school. You niggas teach rules, being in a rented crib. To this day I don't wear Jordan's. Wasn't the first nigga with them in high school. Anybody ask, nigga put that out. (put that out) Shine in everybody's category. Cut that out, (cut that out) flat out! (flat out) It's a damn shame, for spare change, what come out these fraudulent rappers' mouth, or should I say entertainers, I'm complainin’. North, East, West, and South, cut that out ‘til ‘em all Pac and no slouch. (Get it! Get it! Get it!) If you can't sing, then don't sing! The realest knew they place and they did it. We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!). Rest and silent hood lifted. They feel me resonate it. Get Bible realest. Quiet me, (Naw!) I’ma stay hood, harmonied out.
Bizzy Bone
Invisible cut the Crucifix! Explodes into the galaxy! Show you niggas how loose I get! No… no fatalities! Zeus, I'm comin’ to juice the mix. Operation: Totality! Opium flow wherever I go, auto-tune to the Matrix! Shot myself in Cali, woke up without no witnesses. Satan – think she my mistresses. Mohammad, where my bitches is? Eastwicken – the witches is! Yeah! Nigga this peanuts! I’m T-Pain, back with my Nazarinians and we nuts! These Palestinians with three buck shots! When Roger Troutman caught his brother back from Hades like Cain – took him out! Cherubims say “Get out man.” Give me my third eye and I'll pitch it back to the masters. Like the back of the dollar, but why? Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
Krayzie Bone
Whooo! C'mon, Bone Thug, We gonna do it like this, yeah… Kray Jackson! Remember the killa, the lyrical beast? I'm gon’ murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck; I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you get offended then clearly we talkin' about you! Get off the bandwagon nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em! Don't need a hand. Rappin' and singin’ with the same average, always above! Nigga, never no love! You niggas is artificial, insufficient, not an issue. Our position is monumental; all your shit was accidental! (Simple!) Don't be no fool! Don't be consumed in auto-tune! (auto-tune) ‘Cause it’s a deadly storm blowin' through here soon. Originators can survive it if they stay true and innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die!
Flesh-n-Bone
Y’all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play! Twenty-four hours a day, that's seven straight! My killers be rallied up, the scrilla – they tallied up. Like Bally's – I exercise you. Like Dahmer – I victimize you. Criticize you for using auto-tune. Recognize here comes your doom. There's no room for the wacks. They be givin’ a black eye to the game. But there's more than a thousand ways to get ‘em and leave the lames strangled. Flesh banged on ‘em and I never did let up. Foot-dangle you hoes! Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor. Suckers ain’t nothin’ but jokes with their vocals made artificially. I'd rather buck ‘em! Y’all exposed; now they gotta get disposed. My temp is still burnin’ hot, while these phonies, they hardly not! We can lock on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
Layzie Bone
Bye Bye!… Bye Bye! Why they want to sound like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone) Why they want to look like, dress like, sound like? (It's the Thuggish Ruggish!) It’s the critical, criminal, non-subliminal. Set it off, let it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's despicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original. It's pitiful, niggas ain’t lyrical. Give me that deal, give me that miracle! They lackin’ the talent, they lackin’ the balance, they lackin’ the harmony. These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain’t hard to see. No authenticity, they won't make history. Only make Lil’ Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad. Now how do these stars assume they can use the auto-tune. Just because the bass go “boom” I spend my dollars, consume? But naw, I bring these lames to their doom. Better wake up! Wake up! Wake up! We bringin’ back innovation. We havin’ a celebration, cause Flesh-n-Bone is home, did ten years strong, that's domination. Never need no nomination, ‘cause homie the streets respect it. We keepin’ it epic and never neglect it, we get it in on a record. I'm talkin’ about keepin’ it classic, they talkin’ about keepin’ it plastic. They puttin’ the game in a casket. But Bone’ll live on like the Jacksons. I'm sorry I'm endin’ your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael. You heard it from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie. It's somethin’ I'm willin’ to die for! Yeah… Come on! Come On! Come On!
Jay-Z
Na, Na, Na, Na… Hey, Hey, Hey… Good Bye!
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Last edited by MEGATRON; 04-08-2010 at 04:30 PM.
Reason: Cherubims replaced Generals
More TWE lyrics have been posted, however, I still can use any help here you all can offer. Sometimes it takes another ear. I appreciate any help and will Rep! Please do the same.
Bone Thugs - D.O.A. (Remix: New Arrangement) (FT3)
(Hook) [Jay-Z]
Na, Na, Na, Na
Hey, Hey, Hey
Good Bye!
(Verse 1) [Wish Bone]
Come here nigga, you know what?
First off let me take it back to high school
You niggas teach rules, being in a rented crib
To this day I don't wear Jordan's
Wasn't the first nigga with them in high school
Anybody ask, nigga put that out (put that out)
Shine in everybody's category
Cut that out, (cut that out) flat out! (flat out)
It's a damn shame, for spare change
What come out these fraudulent rappers' mouth, or should I say entertainers?
I'm complainin’
North, East, West, and South, cut that out ‘til ‘em all Pac and no slouch
(Get it! Get it! Get it!)
If you can't sing, then don't sing!
The realest knew they place and they did it
We blaze auto-tune so you need to sense this (Bone! Bone! Bone!)
Rest and silent hood lifted
They feel me resonate it
Get Bible realest
Quiet me, (Naw!)
I’ma stay hood, harmonied out.
(Verse 2) [Bizzy Bone]
Invisible cut the Crucifix!
Explodes into the galaxy!
Show you niggas how loose I get!
No… no fatalities!
Zeus, I'm comin’ to juice the mix
Operation: Totality!
Opium flow wherever I go, auto-tune to the Matrix!
Shot myself in Cali, woke up without no witnesses
Satan – think she my mistresses
Mohammad, where my bitches is?
Eastwicken – the witches is! Yeah!
Nigga this peanuts!
I’m T-Pain, back with my Nazarinians and we nuts!
These Palestinians with three buck shots!
When Roger Troutman caught his brother back from Hades like Cain – took him out!
Generals say “Get out man.”
Give me my third eye and I'll pitch it back to the masters
Like the back of the dollar, but why?
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!
(Hook) [Jay-Z]
(Verse 3) [Krayzie Bone]
Whooo! C'mon
Bone Thug!
We gonna do it like this, yeah…
Kray Jackson!
Remember the killa, the lyrical beast?
I'm gon’ murda ya!
Up in you like a hernia
You suck; I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga!
If you get offended then clearly we talkin' about you!
Get off the bandwagon nigga, quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate
Kray Jack the man, ask 'em!
Don't need a hand
Rappin' and singin’ with the same average, always above!
Nigga, never no love!
You niggas is artificial, insufficient, not an issue
Our position is monumental; all your shit was accidental! (Simple!)
Don't be no fool!
Don't be consumed in auto-tune! (auto-tune)
‘Cause it’s a deadly storm blowin' through here soon
Originators can survive it if they stay true and innovate
Imitators, fakers, they all die!
(Verse 4) [Flesh-n-Bone]
Y’all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play!
Twenty-four hours a day, that's seven straight!
My killers be rallied up, the scrilla – they tallied up
Like Bally's – I exercise you
Like Dahmer – I victimize you
Criticize you for using auto-tune
Recognize here comes your doom
There's no room for the wacks
They be givin’ a black eye to the game
But there's more than a thousand ways to get ‘em and leave the lames strangled
Flesh banged on ‘em and I never did let up
Foot-dangle you hoes!
Opponents they keep their back on the ropes, their faces hit the floor
Suckers ain’t nothin’ but jokes with their vocals made artificially
I'd rather buck ‘em!
Y’all exposed; now they gotta get disposed
My temp is still burnin’ hot, while these phonies, they hardly not!
We can lock on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!
(Hook) [Jay-Z]
(Verse 5) [Layzie Bone]
Bye Bye!… Bye Bye!
Why they want to sound like, dress like, act like? (Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone)
Why they want to look like, dress like, sound like? (It's the Thuggish Ruggish!)
It’s the critical, criminal, non-subliminal
Set it off, let it off, lines is visible
I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables
Sound like Bone, that's despicable
I'll put you in I.C.U.
I see you is not original
It's pitiful, niggas ain’t lyrical
Give me that deal, give me that miracle!
They lackin’ the talent, they lackin’ the balance, they lackin’ the harmony
These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain’t hard to see
No authenticity, they won't make history
Only make Lil’ Lay-Lay mad, they going out like they J.J. Fad
Now how do these stars assume they can use the auto-tune
Just because the bass go “boom” I spend my dollars, consume?
But naw, I bring these lames to their doom
Better wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
We bringin’ back innovation
We havin’ a celebration, cause Flesh-n-Bone is home, did ten years strong, that's domination
Never need no nomination, ‘cause homie the streets respect it
We keepin’ it epic and never neglect it, we get it in on a record
I'm talkin’ about keepin’ it classic, they talkin’ about keepin’ it plastic
They puttin’ the game in a casket
But Bone’ll live on like the Jacksons
I'm sorry I'm endin’ your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael
You heard it from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie
It's somethin’ I'm willin’ to die for!
Yeah… Come on! Come On! Come On!
Bone Thugs are good, you gon catch some hate on here for this thread tho Jaaaames, Im peaking at cha... But yeah, I Tried was a catchy single from their latest album, which I havent listened to fully, but it featured one of The Games dopest verses to this date..
-Wish-
Come here, nigga. You know what?
First off, let me take it back to high school. You niggas teach rules, bein' in rented cribs. To this day I don't wear Jordan's, wasn't the first nigga with 'em in high school. Anybody ask, niggas put that out (shut 'em out.) Shut down everybody's category, cut that out (cut that out) flat out (flat out). It's a damn shame, for spare change, what come out these fraudulent rappers' mouth, or should I say entertainer? Stop complaining. North, East, West, and South, cut that out. Tell 'em 'bout Pac and don't slouch. (Get it...) They say, "can't sing, then don't sing." The realest knew they place and they did it. Replays, auto-tunes, show you need assistance. (Bone...) Rest in silence, hood lifted. They feel me resonate and ya bite what real is. Quiet, me? (Naw) I’ma stay hood, harmonied out.
-Bizzy-
Invisible, cut the crucifix. Explode into the galaxy. Show you niggas how loose I get. Nope, no fatalities. Zeus, I'm comin’ to juice the mix. Operation: Totality. Opium flow wherever I go, auto-tune's the Matrix. I shot myself in Cali, woke up without my witnesses. Satan think she my mistresses. Mohammad, where my bitches is? Eastwicken--the witches is. Yeah. Nigga, this peanuts. I’m a T-Pain, back with my Nazarinians and we nuts. These Palestinians with three buck shots. When Roger Troutman caught his brother, back from Hades like Cain--told him out. Sherriff will say, “Get out, man!” Give me my third eye, then I'll pitch it back to the masters, like the back of the dollar, but why? Die...
-Jay-Z-
La, da, da, da.
Hey, Hey, Hey.
Good Bye.
-Krayzie-
Whooo! C'mon. Bone Thug. We gon' do it like this. Yeah. Kray Jackson.
Remember the killer, the lyrical beast? I'm gon’ murda ya! Up in ya like a hernia. You suck, I'm just confirming ya, nigga. You quicker to figure, to claim that we talkin' about you. Get off the bandwagon, nigga. Quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. Kray Jack the man, ask 'em. Don't need a hand rappin' and singin’ with the same average, always above. Nigga, never no love. You niggas is artificial, insufficient, not an issue. My position's monumental; all your shit was accidental (simple). Don't be no fool. Don't be consumed in auto-tune (auto-tune). ‘Cause it’s a deadly storm blowin' through here soon. Originators can survive it if they stay true, innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die.
-Flesh-
Y’all simply can't rap and it ain't no time to play. Twenty-four hours a day, that's seven straight. My killers, we rallied up. And scrilla we tally up. Like Bally's, I exercise you. Like Dahmer, I victimize you. Criticize you for using auto-tune. Recognize here comes your doom. There's no room for the wacks, they be givin’ a black eye to the game. But it's more than a thousand ways to get ‘em and leave a lame strangled. Flesh banged on ‘em and I never did let up. Foot-dangle you hoes. Opponents--we keep they back on the ropes, them faces hit the floor. Suckers ain’t nothin’ but jokes with they vocals made artificially. Motherbuck ‘em, y’all exposed; now they gotta get disposed. My temp is still runnin' hot, while these phonies, they hardly not. We can lock on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!
-Jay-Z-
La, da, da, da.
Hey, Hey, Hey.
Good Bye.
-Layzie-
Bye-Bye. Bye-Bye.
Why they wanna sound like, dress like, act like?
(Bone...)
Why they wanna look like, dress like, sound like?
(It's the Thuggish Ruggish!)
It’s the critical criminal, non-subliminal. Set it off, let it off, mines is visible. Battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone--that's despicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original. It's pitiful, niggas ain’t lyrical. Give me that deal, give me that miracle. They lackin’ the talent, they lackin’ the balance, they lackin’ the harmony. These niggas pretenders, no contenders, it ain’t hard to see. No authenticity. They won't make history. Only make Lil’ Lay-Lay mad, they goin' out like the J.J. Fad. Now how do these stars assume they can use the auto-tune just because the bass go “boom." I spend my dollars, consume. But naw, I'll bring these lames to their doom. Better wake up, wake up, wake up. We bringin’ back innovation. We havin’ a celebration, 'cause Flesh-N-Bone is home; did ten years strong, that's domination. Never need no nomination, ‘cause, homie, the streets respect it. We keepin’ it epic and never neglect it, we get it in on a record. I'm talkin’ 'bout keepin’ it classic, they talkin’ 'bout keepin’ it plastic. They puttin’ the game in a casket. But Bone’ll live on like the Jacksons. I'm sorry I'm endin’ your cycle, I gotta do this for Michael. You heard it from Jay-Z, but, nigga, this Layzie, It's somethin’ I'm willin’ to die for. Yeah, come on, come on, come on.
-Jay-Z-
La, da, da, da.
Hey, Hey, Hey.
Good Bye.
Last edited by magiclessmarker; 12-28-2009 at 03:34 AM.
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