Marching of soldiers.]

Soldier:



One, two, three . . .



Maniacal voice:



Guess who's back. [Screams/Laughs.]

Right about now, it's time for those notorious thugs: Bizzy, Wish,

Layzie, Krayzie, Flesh, and that nigga, DJ U-Neek. Bone thugs takin'

over, so you best to beware, because we came to shut this muthafucka

down!



DJ U-Neek:



Yeah, Bone comin' back at you bitches for the nine-seven.



Layzie:



Yeah, these muthafuckas didn't think it was on.



U-Neek:



Old playa hatin' ass niggas, you know my little niggas brung they style to

the table, first.



Layzie:



Nigga, yeah.



U-Neek:



Why don't you realize, recognize, analyze the muthafuckin' situation. It's

over!



Layzie:



It's over, bitch! It's The Art of War!



U-Neek:



Bone thugs takin' it over.



Krayzie:



Retaliation . . .



U-Neek/Layzie:



You what I'm sayin'? Bow down, baby, bow down. Mo Thug. Mo

Thug. Mo Thug.

If you got any muthafuckin' sense and any muthafuckin' talent, you better

turn and roll with us, not against us. I'm tellin' you, nigga, 'cause it ain't

gonna work. Now what's up? Man, what you want to do? Buck, buck,

buck, buck, buck, buck, bitches!



Krayzie/Layzie:



(Abort), witness the art of war . . .

The art of war, the war is on . . .

One and two world war.

Playa, playa, we done partied overtime.

Guess who's back? Bone thugs! Guess who's back? Bone

thugs-n-harmony, harmony.



Killa, Me killa, Me killa, Me killa