Bizzy:
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Ready be off `em in a coffin, and a all`ll be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily
pumpin` must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, outta the window. We roll. Lil` Ripsta realer off and better
often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish
ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin` shells. You`re bloody
murder murdered. Comin` to serve ya, runnin` with gats and bats and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll.
Krayzie:
Krayzie`s on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick
up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin` this rap thang,
now. Never takin` no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin` now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my
daily thang. Nigga, don`t hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat `em in gutters. Me stick `em.
Me stuck `em. We murdered `em every time, now. Bodies be dug off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say,
give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin` that llello, bankroll. When the po-po roll, that`s when you lay low. When the
po-po roll, that`s when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that`s when you lay low.
Layzie:
Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down. Came up with a plan, and we creepin` up outta me
hometown. Me hate to be leavin` the glock-glock, now, but I`m livin` so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin` like trues,
give it up to the bang, always stay down for my thang. And I still remain the same, never gonna change. Out my hood, I claim.
Nigga done jumped in the game. It`s straight up confusion, `cause niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his back daily,
even more lately, but they can`t break little Layzie. So a nigga stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever,
me blaze. Thuggin` in my murderous ways. Praisin` the gauge, let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta `em,
killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. Bottom line, nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we
rollin` with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept and we
came.
Bizzy:
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill.
Wish:
Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down for them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin` with the same trues
thuggin` on the Glock-glock. Ain`t shit changed. Buck `em. Fuck `em. Put `em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta.
Nigga, don`t be tryin` no dumb shit; Bone`s still pumpin` them daily slugs at ya. Creepin` up outta the hood, roll to the West
Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin` on the nine nine, reachin` for my nine, reachin` for your shit, wish you
would. Pumpin` them slugs, put `em in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that`s your life. Nigga, it`s like that
when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. Bailin` down the Clair, gettin` much love, needin` mo` bud,
gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin` that yum-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin` my gauge to
your throat.
Bizzy:
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill.
Flesh:
A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin` them bullets up into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us.
We the muthafuckin` thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain,
swang, gotta kick `em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I`m off the hook when I
put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You`re wrong. On the ground, they lay, when I spray that chrome.
Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I`m comin` up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find
they time to grind. Droppin` the dime, packin` the nine, and ready to bang. Pullin` the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone
got a game, man. We crept and we came.
Krayzie:
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Stalkin` gat fools, walkin` jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin` for safety, we make it and chill
