| Lyrics: | Bizzy Bone (Chorus):
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to,
daily,
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to
daily,
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to
daily,
Krayzie: (Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill)
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack
moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to daily,
Krayzie: (Bailin' for safety, we make it and
chill)
Bizzy Bone:
Ready be off and in a coffin' and.. uh.. follow his
grave,
follow me murderous gauge, follow me murderous ways,
Steadily pumpin' as me killas
kill ya, Pop more a silencer,
Pop pop, outta the window we roll, Let the Ripsta' reel 'em
off,
and better off this way, tossed of in a coffin and bagged,
Slang on tha darkside man...
Bang on tha darkside man,
Land of the thuggish ruggish city, will it reveal?
well I went
back to my land with a 12 gauge Mossberg Pump, big shells,
The bloody murda murda comin to serve
ya, runnin' with gangstas that suppose
and I rip the road that's how we
roll
Krayzie:
Cuz it's on and I crept and I came up, remember that killa,
That
nigga named LeathaFace, now if you thug nigga pick up you pump,
and buck it, put a bitch up in a
gutter, fuck it,
Nigga we judged and we fucked and we shuttin' this rap thang down,
Neva
takin' no shorts or no losses man,
No way how no foul thang now,
I steadily thinkin' and
then if I changed my daily thang,
Nigga don't hand with them phony busta niggas,
Only roll
with thugstas, killas, Pick up me gun and me stick and me stuck,
And me muda them everytime now,
Bodies be dumped off in dumpstas,
execution double nine style, hey, say give it to |
