| Lyrics: | 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 |
