| Lyrics: | Life or death.
Whatcha gonna do when murda comes for you?
Ring the alarm,
Ring-a-ling-a-ling the alarm.
Feel the thunder in the sky. We've partied overtime.
No
more evil paradise, we've partied overtime.
Krayzie:
And this will all in time
come before the days of our last bread and wine,
have you thought of dyin'? My, my, my, have
ya thought of dyin'? If not,
visualize. If you feel me, then ya better wake up, [wake up,
wake up,
wake up]. If you feel me, then ya better get up [get up, get up, get up,
get
up].
Wish:
Can you visualize your own death? Could ya imagine
breathin' your last
breath? I bet ya, ya can't. You don't wanna stay. Dear Lord, can I
stay?
Krayzie:
Armageddon, it's comin'. Yes, it's comin'. Now, look what
we've done.
What have we brought on amongst ourselves? Why the hell we follow
evil
footsteps? They'll be no mercy [mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy,
mercy]. Evil is lurkin', lurkin',
lurkin'. You can run, but can't escape
from the beast, no. Tooken by that snake in the grass,
that snake in the
grass, [tooken by] that snake in the grass. Slither, slickin' niggas'
ass.
Layzie:
Fast blast, I need my cash, 'cause my days of livin' broke is all
in the past.
So I gotta keep my mind up on my money. It's survival of the fittest.
Could
I be one of the realest like the days of drug dealin' like in '89?
Now, it's almost 1999, new
millenium. Fuck the law, 'cause they be
winnin' 'em. Send them demons straight to hell, let
them burn in Hades.
Brutal enough, we go to jail. Lord, bless our babies. Lord, please
bless
our babies.
Wish:
Who it be givin' you that shit ya love? Who it
be givin' you that new shit
ya never heard of? Clap your hands for Bone, everybody. Clap
your
hands for Bone, everybody. St. Clair wig split, wig split, we takin' over.
Better
roll with this shit, with this shit, or get rolled over, rolled over.
So we puttin' it down for
B-O-N-E. Anybody wants to get checked by
my Mo Thugsta army. We
deadly.
Krayzie:
Ring the alarm. Ring-a-ling-a-ling the alarm.
Feel the
thunder in the sky. We've partied overtime.
No more evil paradise, we've partied
overtime.
Life or death.
Whatcha gonna do when murda comes for you?
Ring the alarm.
Ring-a-ling-a-ling the alarm.
Feel the thunder in the sky. We've partied overtime.
No
more evil paradise, we've partied overtime |
