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, rollin` through 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, runnin` loose 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
