Bizzy [Krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [*3]
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Bizzy
Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a--all will be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily pumpin' must my killas peel you. Po-po was all I saw. Pop-pop, outta the window. We roll. Little 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 all we bail, when I ran back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells. You're bloody murder murdered. Comin' to serve you, runnin' with gats and bats and more, 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 Leathaface. 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 steady be thinkin' now that if I change my daily thang. Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat 'em and gut 'em. Me stick 'em. Me stuck 'em. We murdered them every time, now. Bodies be drug 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 shoulda've 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 foe my thang. And I still remain the same, never goin' change. Out my hood, I claim. Nigga done jumped in the game. It's straight up confusion, 'cause niggas be shady. Nigga 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. [Got '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 [Krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[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 [Krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Flesh
A nigga stay down foe my thang, bang, sendin' me 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 dawg. 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. (crept and we came