Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Roam In Ya Zone lyrics

[Flesh-n-Bone:]
Bone Thugs-n-harmony Worldwide*
We can't stop!
Hop in my whip, Bugged-out, stab the gat!
Only be thinkin' about nothin' except that master plan.
He flexed, that nigga holdin'!
They lookin' to get what they need from the man.
Step into The Shore and anywhere will be your last dance.
They shoulda knew better for takin' chances with the loan-shark.
Got goons that run up behind you and put something on 'em after dark.
No go on and spark you one up, whatever it takes to get your grind.
Hustlin' 'til the sun-up, we're grimy, about the rhyme.
Y'all can sit home on your ass while the world passin' you by;
Or you can either choose to shake and move if you can survive the fight.
There's too many haters out here, got that crab mentality.
Mad at Bone for havin' it, now how many haters after me?


[Chorus: ~Krayzie Bone~ (Bizzy Bone/Flesh-n-Bone)]
Roam, roam, roam in ya zone!
Roam, roam, roam in ya zone!
(Don't get caught slippin' and while you slidin' watch out for them haters while you dippin' and divin'!)
Roam, roam, roam in ya zone!
Roam, roam, roam in ya zone!
(Don't get caught slippin' and while you slidin' can't be comin' up short or you might tryin' to survive it!)

[Layzie Bone:]
You found the pedigree of a hustle!
Be careful by how you do things.
Conscious of your surroundings and always be into new things.
In a blue Range with true game.
Switchin' lanes as I steer through.
The pistol-grip pump on my lap, watchin' my back through the rear-view.
Got a clear view how to get to wherever I'm tryin' to get to.
Give me the money, give me the power, give me respect, don't give me no issues.
I hit you! Don't give me no sarcasm, I give you the ghetto broadcast.
Them niggas was slippin', they leavin' the club.
The hater pulled up in the car fast and the car crashed, send in gun blast, when they sound off it's Don Dada.
I follow the role model, no they never leave home without it.
It's mo' money, it's mo' problems, I better be ready to pop it!
Them playa-haters is watchin'! Nope they never gonna get in my pockets!
Stop it! (stop it, stop it, stop it)

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Krayzie Bone:]
Now follow me as I dip, dip, roam in my zone.
Still keep that rallo on my hip, trip, Bone got it on!
I spot them suckas in my rear-view, probably plottin' that 211 on me. (Yep!)
But what they'll get is only (What?) 187 homie! (Pow!)
Leavin' 'em leakin' in the turnin' lane. (turnin' lane)

That ought to learn'em man!
The way I move is like a hurricane. (Hell yeah!)
I let the burner blaze, they thought they murder Krayz', but they got served the same thing when my thing bang!
I maintain in the concrete jungle.
The nine-heat stumbles all attempts to cease the hustle.
As I roam in my Cadillac Coupe de Ville.
Y'all better believe that I'ma handle that and shoot to kill, for real!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Wish Bone:]
I don't care how you do it or where you're from, in the Cleveland slums nigga ain't no ride through.
Niggas will hook up you up, give you what you want like your favorite drive-thru.
Don't ask me or judge me.
Just know that I keep it and repent.
Everybody knows where the money comes automatic target, no secret!
Park it and leave it I can't! (I can't)
I'm in the hood, yes I am (I am) one of them thugs that demand respect.
Back in the day and right now.
It's how you carry yourself.
Appear to be weak and you will..., get tested, they reckless, depression got 'em on pills until my roof pop back, no way!
Stay away!
Our clip stay fat, yeah man!
Try to play me left (left), the fist will get you right (That's right).
You just don't understand it, It won't end like you like!
Have it your way. Roam!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Bizzy Bone:]
This is the way it happened
I'm chillin' up at the club lookin' at these bitches shinin'.
Perfect time and I even stopped all the grimin'.
So I' start buildin' top dog I was killin' 'em.
Man they on the phone, but I ain't scared, I'm chillin' (Whoo!)
Never trust a bitch but I was in the zone! (zone)
Could you help me, could you take me to your room, I'm like 'Yeah bitch come on! (come on)
Bring your girlfriend wit'cha.
Of course you can take a picture!
So I'm stumblin' from Universal, all the way off the ripper.
Yeah I'm kipper, I keep a dipper.
Everythingâ's copasetic 'cept for niggas swarm me.
It's time for calisthenics!
Punch one, wrestled them all, (Bitch!) bitch this Bone!
I got it all on tape! That's roamin' in my zone, hey!

[Repeat Chorus:]