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K-Young (Krayzie Bone) (- Chorus -)
You can you meet me meet me in the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky! You could meet me in the sky, (You can meet me in the sky!) the sky, the sky, the sky, the sky. Cause we can fly above all the haters!

Layzie Bone
They done give me my wings! Lets fly, high, high, high, high! [X4]

Layzie Bone
I done made it up the mountain, lookin down on the valley, and Im feelin I can fly, so I dive off the cliff. Hear the little kids scream; they dont know I got wings. Til I sprinkle them with the dreams, and I hit em with the gift. Say Bye bye to them haters, haters. No more lies they cant fade us, fade us! Why they wanna test? Now you rockin with the best and my whole fan fam is the greatest, greatest. Moves countin like a calculator, evaluate the master playas. Operation: Stack Your Paper. Captivatin money makers feel the love from above, hes an eagle, hes a dove, call him Bones emancipator! Everybodys a congratulator. Come and ride on this elevator, better yet take this escalator. Graduate to the new skyscrapers!

When we put em on a level thats if you can deal with! We take it to em runnin nothin but realness! Surely livin in the life, its for the thrills. We went up and over the hill, went through the whole drill! Haters try to kill with kindness, when theres nothin they can do to to the finest. Though they wont dare cross over the line, for tryin, yall know whats gonna happen, so they might as well remain behind us. Way behind! We go to hardcore grind, and never take an issue for granted since Im cool they go and take it for weakness. Better take it in stride! They dont wanna see us alive, but you always steady creepin, reapin, weepin, niggas went and got in way too deep in. (deep in). You gotta practice that before you start preachin. (preachin) But aint no way that they can keep up (keep up) Cause we keepin the heat on. It really dont matter where we can meet up!

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Wish Bone
Nigga had it bad, cause I never had (?...), thought the rainy days was over! Livin in the past, livin ghetto fab, never lookin back! But the fact is that I never went nowhere! The truth is, me and my own ghetto got a love affair. (got a love affair) Its so real, things we did, my conscious outta here. I dont care, I deserve everything I earn. Hell yeah I deserve some pain! I know I hurt! Stop talkin! Night-walkin real night stalkers, zoners, hungry, heard it here first! If you dont believe me, with wings I'll lead you!

Krayzie Bone
Playa hater hate! They can hear me but they better stay away or see Krayzie look insane! So if they wanna hate me let 'em hate me from the bottom, way up underneath my feet. 'Cause really Ive been turnin them leaves to never ever let the suckas rise, or let them bustas kill the high. Cause they jealous in the mind, they remind me of gravity always grabbin at me pullin me down. Passed on for the flight, keepin me on the ground. Still I rise and when I takeoff they fall. (they fall, they fall) Raise to the ceiling, try and stay away from the pretender. You dont really even get involved. (-volved) We play 'em all from afar, in a distance. (distance)

- Chorus -

Bizzy Bone
And when I met Him in the sky, He had a body like a man and the lower body tellin The Lord that he had a plan to make Him sure I wasn't evil. But Im comin with my people. Aint no sequel, aint no women, aint no vessals. Ima settle with a scepter and a lethal dosage. I will live forever with a serpent on my head. Little glory, that's my man! I'll be damned! If I comin through, Im runnin with my pistol. Werent for Moses, Ima die but Ima come back with yall (with yall, with yall) That's the way to get yall. Picture sinister plots! Im not nigga with no land. I imagine a strand of lightning bolts and tightened ropes. Im fightin folk with no hope. Earth got me loc'ed! Now chillin in the smoke house! No doubt! No clout! Now were goin all out! Earth-ball that's all! Never let the devil call. Revelations! Little Bizzy nigga so long! Go long! Metal was so precious. I was resurrected! Why? Juniors fly to The Creator. And my brother be, brother be C. Throw it up! Uncle L comin straight from the sky, what!- Chorus

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