| Lyrics: | Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Eazy-E:
Black nigga killa. Hate
brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead
nigga trapped in my mind so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by
nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06 with the scope I
make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. Muthafuckas catchin' heat as I bring anger,
and
release more danger from my chamber. The evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from
the back slow and push lead
through that nigga's flesh. Ain't no hope when every nigga wants to
be the nine-milla, on the trigger, the black nigga killa.
Krayzie:
We be the mighty
warrior. Black nigga killa, what's up? You ready to die? You think you can fuck with them thug
niggas?
Come on, tell me the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get live. Bone
thugs-n-harmony, nigga--Cleveland's thuggish
ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit.
Buck, buck, bust. Let 'em know we still run this bitch just like an assassin. Say,
nigga, we
nice but can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? Nigga, you know what we came here for.
You know,
when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause
I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show?
Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You
thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us in person so here we go [here
we go]. What is
your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with
killas.
Nigga, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer.
-ac |
