Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph and Johnny (Word to the Mutha)!

Hoo, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Johnny, Ronnie, Ricky, Mike

Ralph, Bobby too

Yeah

Word

Word

Word

Whoa, word

Word to the mutha

Hoo

Hoo

Ooh

Yeah

People come

People go

In this business

You'll never, never know

Some are good

Some are bad

You know we got

What no one's ever had, oh

And the time will come

When we will be as one

When the feeling comes

And nobody knows

How we really feel

They don't know the deal

(Get back)

We've got to put this back together

(Get right back)

And send our word to the mutha

(Get back)

Right back where we started from

(Get right back)

And send our word to the mutha

Times are getting kinda hard on the boulevard

Brothers and sisters

Being slaved and scarred

Girlies in the hall

Fightin' the brawls

A pusher man for losing the loot

(Get to know the John, son

Now he will shoot)

He poured a drink

Cause he figured he could be a bigger nigga

In the projects you'll sell

So feel the bozack

Yo, Rick

Come easy

We are one breaking new

Oh

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike

Ralph and Johnny too

It ain't nothing but a thing that we're gonna do

Everybody's always talking 'bout the NE crew

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

It's poison

Don't be cruel

It's my prerogative

To do what I gotta do

Have a little sensitivity

Do me, baby

I wanna get rubbed the right way

So what you gotta say

Oh, no

She's a candy girl

Living in a half-crazy world

That's the way I'm living, girl

Now every little step I take

Is another NE heartbreak

My, my, my

(Get back)

We've got to put this back together

(Get right back)

And send our word to the mutha

(Get back)

Right back where we started from

(Get right back)

And send our word to the mutha

(Get back)

We got to bring it back

We got to bring it back to the mutha

(Get right back)

Hey, hey, hey

It's bound to go down

Lost bitches never found

(Crazed in the graveyard's

A common thing in Beantown)

Smugglers

Pimps

Pocket pickers

Punks and troublemakers

(Biggie checker

Button pushers

And beef shakers)

Crackhead's having babies

Future's hazy

I don't know

Shit's crazy

(All I could do is turn the heat up

To feed

I'll argue

Revenge

And put the meat up and up)

Shockers looking for a kill

First blood's gotta spill

Light 'em up with a Mack 10

And that's facing

(Check the scene with the green

Pepper weapon

Keep stepping

Like two brothers

Word to the mutha)

The time will come

When we will be as one

When the feeling comes

Nobody knows

How we really feel

They don't know the deal

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha

Hey, y'all

Hey, y'all, hey

Word to the mutha