| Lyrics: | No surrender. No surrender.
Bizzy:
My nigga just entered your business, so
can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow. Startin' to kick this,
gonna get my
shit, and then you fucked up. Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs. Thugs
remain, hang,
swang with a click tight claim, come again, now. They drop down when I'm off
the block. Fuck them cops. Me and Krayzie
runnin' through the Boneyard, daily. Gotta give
'em up to the glock-glock, so I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain,
and thugs
remain to slang thangs. Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya, as long as my niggas remember:
no pretender.
Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender.
No
surrender.
Layzie:
Not wantin' the copper to hit me, a lick up, found me a
victim to stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball, slippin' that's why me
trippin', bloody
victim, get him when the time calls, dog. Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas
well, then
Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos. Nigga, that pig done peeped
me, me gots to flees and get my creep on.
Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and
dash on. Jump outta the hottie, move me body, hittin' them cuts and trails,
runnin' like we
lunatics, gotta make it back to (?). Escape and eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge, so nigga,
remember: me
killa, me no surrender.
Me killa, me killa, me killa . . .
No surrender. |
Wish:
Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm
dead, 'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red. And then
I'm comin'
to that funeral to shoot that bitch up, because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet
up. Cop killas, all
up in they chest, and I know what to do with that vest, man. Twenty-two
shots. I killa. You don't wanna fuck with Bone,
nigga. And it really ain't shit to pu1l a
trigger on a copper, 'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down, 'cause I'm goin' down
poppin'. So muthafuck all coppers. Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Krayzie:
Ya better believe it's judgement day. So,
nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air. Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just
don't care. When they come, they come creepin'. Me peepin'. Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin', put
'em in deep in gutters.
Me keepin' 'til a me rich and gotta get mine, every time. This'll be
over in nine nine, so, nigga, get down for the crime, gonna
be more coppers dyin' in the
line of fire. With thugs when I be slangin' my drugs, tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip
them guts, and lay your head in blood. Better check yourself next time you test and try to
smoke a nigga. Bitch, remember:
me killa. Me no surrender.
Me no surrender. Nigga,
me no surrender. Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya. Me no surrender. Don't make
me put one in ya. Me no surrender.
No surrender |
