| Lyrics: | Krayzie:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, and ready to bring the war if you hate, if you hate.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Bizzy:
Comin' through the door with my militia, why do they bring big niggas? fuck y'all, with a gang of
bodyguards, my niggas is stone cold killas, peelas, dippin' out the limos and bitch, y'all just
Tain, givin' my babies all of my money, but my diamonds steady be shinin'. my gang, you know me.
homies got mo' love, and the biz follow all of my senses, pump my fist to mo thug, gotta keep t
Rd up over my shoulders, jesus sent me his roll and (?) soul but load a revolver, hold up, now,
buck 'em all to hell, 'cause i'm showin' 'em. and i seen that the bulletholes was too much, no lu
A get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out. the surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up.
hold up, and wait a minute. it's time for bone thugs, 'cause y'all think that you can really
Nigga.
Krayzie:
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Krayzie:
What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit and call his shit original? what's worse, tellin'
people you made the style we put down three fuckin' years ago. and that's just like a nigga wanna
All the credit. i bet it didn't even occur that we would eventually meet with ya, and don't crash,
collide, lock up with the enemy. and i don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that, but a y'
In to get stomped. let 'em loose. and they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh.
uh-huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way--fully automatic when we let 'em lay. "aw
! get down, leatherface." fuck 'em all, if i can't get my respect. come on, now, put them to
rest. what a bloody, bloody mess, but nevertheless, we won't stress. i figured this platinu
You actin' like you got to be me. it's all in your mind, but in time, you'll find we as real as we
speak [speak, speak].
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Layzie:
All i see is this soldier, pistol in holster, givin' you the most. i toast to them thugs. nigga,
nothin' but the love of bud that we brought to the table. and a nigga wanna test, catch slugs,
'em in the mud. harmony smooth with the thug shit, mo murda to the fools that clone, five niggas
loc'd out with the roughness, nigga, and it's war when you craft these bones. we can get it on,
I'm referrin' to all of y'all bitches. y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that. rollin'
with the e since ninety-three, shuttin' shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that? i k
'all niggas wanna roll with pros, and make friend of foes, but we chosen. god done blessed us with
his potion, pure devotion, freely spoken, baby. niggas can't see us never, stay together, my c
Too clever, ridin' through the days of the stormy weather, remember: eternal, it means forever
lastin'. #1 assassin blastin'. bashin' on all you niggas's what i'm doin'. all of the heavens g
Be rulin' trues, when he come
. we won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see?
Wish:
I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever i go, true to pull the trigger, smother a
nigga, put 'em in a river, we the killas, and that's for sure. niggas out there clownin' mine, yo
't rhyme, the style you got is all mine, and when i see you, bitch, i'm goin' in your pockets
double-time, and it's like that, you don't want that. come and get some pap, pap. wanna sound like
Anna be like-- nigga, we can't have that. why a nigga wanna bite the bone shit? platinum
raps. nigga bet that bitin' shit ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin' outta nothin'. fuck i
T's peel caps, buck 'em all down. put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 mag, i'm glad, 'cause
when you're fuckin' with bone, we sendin' 'em home in a bodybag. now, look into my eyes, bet y
E a realer killa thug puttin' it down with harmony, harmony.
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me.
Could you tell me what you see? |
