Krayzie:
Fuck `em, let the law end, `cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump `em all in.
Krayzie:
Nine millimeters, three-eighty`s, you`re feelin` me kill `em, `cause I go
with plenty artillery, cover your shit, there`ll be gauges and uzis. Let us
begin with bullets, (can`t none of they) break out the niggas from prison
and let `em come with us--retaliation. We come and blast `em with
leather masks on. Let loose.
Wish:
You need beware when your rollin` down the Clair. These niggas is
killas, try to feel us thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland. We steadily
creepin` on ya, and you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your
doorstep, ho-check, you don`t wanna fuck with Bone. Let loose.
Layzie:
Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it, then he better shoot. Nigga
never no 9-1-1 to your rescue, never repsect you, blowin` your chest
through. Labelled as a menace, but I`m feelin` (?) and I`m in it to the
finish, better check my manuscript. Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little
nigga, cap peeler, bailin` through the Land equipped. When I grips the
grip, pump, shot it, shot it, jump off in my hottie.
Nigga lodi dodi, rollinthrough your party, fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah.
Bizzy:
When I storm my cause up outta (?), get me, badge. War anytime I (?).
Come with the war, then you`re gonna get yours, expect the four, nigga
bring your (?), and don`t you (?) and I finish you with it or you would
missed it. On the hit list, couldn`t resist it, nigga, you risk it, here to stick
with it. To the po-po, you-know-who don`t roll in a sixty-fo` Impala go,
lurk, better searchin` all the doors, runnin` `til I (found Mexico). Go,
nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with (?). Little Rip gets so
sadistic it`s story of . . .
Krayzie:
Killin` for my niggas (steady got up in the pen, depend on me, let `em
leave. Well, we better flee), set `em all free, give up the game, but I love
the way the thugstas stay, and when our niggas really get to poppin` at the
cops, you`ll be lookin` at a hell of a war. Muthafucka done rocked the
boat, and we nigga fin to even the score. Nigga (?). No surrender, no
you`re never gonna catch me, never gonna catch me, catch me. I`ll keep
runnin`, I`ll keep runnin` for my life, and duckin` bullets while you`re
tryin` to ruin me. `Quicker the copper, the quicker my niggas`ll pull up
and drop ya. We shot ya. We shot ya. Hey, my niggas boxed ya.
Flesh:
My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin`, Pac got his got
headlight ahead of me, keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end, open the
coffin, top locked, let the body fall in.
Quit doggin` all the juice, runninloose for my crew.
Oh, what I`m gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden
fruit and (never seen us) shoot. If I could be the 187 on you.
Flesh-n-Bone got the chrome, and it`s on, for the next that get wrong.
(Here`s my TEC, and it`s on) they they won`t disrespect, then sleep with
the rest. Don`t even expect, `cause you ain`t goin` home. Who`s next?
Bring it on, whoever wanna flex, think it no thang for me get with you,
all up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig, your brain gon` hang.
Krayzie:
Fuck `em, let the law end, `cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump `em all in
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