Из альбома: Art Of War
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.