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krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
´cause we´ll come to kill ya, now. we´ll kill ya, now.

krayzie:
aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, and still thuggin´ with the roughest muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "how they still chillin´ like that? ain´t you scared of a nigga that´s tryin´ to jack ya paper, snatch ya?" no. i really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what´s mine, ´cause i got an ak-47 shootin´ trey-o times. you didn´t think i´m willing to find a way to say, "oh, my!" but check it out, though. i done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y´all. and i made it, takin´ out my weed. here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up. nigga figure i´m quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won´t swang back or somethin´, or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin´. fuck ´em. i think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate and say that we ain´t true to what we say, but, then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate, we bang them fuckin´ brains [we bang them brains]. but then
, we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick. run around foul, tellin´ people we stole your style. muthafucka, we ain´t never been in your town. it´s all original when it´s comin´ from the cleveland criminals, so here we go. got a gun--should i buck ´em on down? or should i kill ´em when i put the instrumental on? why they wanna sound like krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish and flesh? i´m so full anguish. gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it, but they can´t get the hang of it. yeah.

krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
´cause we´ll come to kill ya, now. we´ll kill ya, now.

flesh:
beat ´er up and you´ll sleep when i step so stone-cold, i chalk ´em, coffin off and they frontin´ that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin´, get real high, steady droppin´ the time on ´em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the bone it´s a party everyday, so say, "mo," and it´s still this strong to brain. i hop on the phone with the homies to see what´s happenin´ in the hood. it´s all good. niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon´ sacks sellin´ for 1ife, if you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank ´em and leave ´em hangin´ for the sake of come up, yeah, takin´ ends, and we´ll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. we better shank ´em, thank ´em, fuck it, i thank ´em, and hope for respect, ´cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin´ a life in the midst of the dark and i sped off with the quickness, strikin´, send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a t
hug, and they thought that i bruise easily. come, they go through this little, (spin ´em). most of what goes around, comes around. ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us. to the chest, flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun, they change in a whole new muthafuckin´ attitude.

krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
´cause we´ll come to kill ya, now. we´ll kill ya, now.

layzie:
nigga, let me in. double glock and never about to change, man. to the temple i aim and claim to gain control. fin to rid your soul, creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, they pose as foes, gotta let ´em know. got a nation of my niggas out to back me, got another nation--killas out to try to jack me. exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon´ pull? fool, try to jack a st. clair true, you lose, you lose. nigga, i´m a tell you ´bout these haters distraction. they down with the puffin´, the passin´, 1ookin´ for some action. facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse. if you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps, and a i´m a give a little game in this world that we livin´ in it, sinnin´ in it, and it really ain´t free to me. you get it how you take it, but the only way you´ll make it, givin´ peace to the g-o-d, your lord. and it really don´t mean that evil´s gonna quit, because the hater´s gonna hate, and then the real--it´s gon´ feel, but i bet that after all
of y´all fall that the faker´s gonna perish in the fire. dip, and you know when i´m rollin´, i´m equipped with the ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and i gladly put it on ya from the land of california, leavin´ all of y´all goners, if you know what i mean. yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the lexus with k.b. we gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see. any y´all niggas comin´ with me? so, come on.

wish:
let me up in here and kill ´em, feel ´em niggas wanna bite the bone, bite the bone. didn´t a muthafucka say i´m wrong? well i get down for mine, for my nine and blow. we shoot ´em up, buck. yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. anybody hatin´? erase ´em. and biters, everytime i see you on t.v., it makes me feel good, ´cause i know when we run up on you, you´ll see we, we gotta get paid good. nigga, don´t shit come for free in this land of poverty, bone in harmony. we hungry. since it´s all about money, give bone a little bit of that evil money. don´t gather the fly shit, fuckin´ with cleve, top of line in my benz, should i 1et ´em spin on all of y´all, should let my 20s spin on all y´all haters? everything we write, i swear, it´s all original. niggas mad at bone because we be all original [all original].

krayzie/flesh:
better not be so quick test us,
[may they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
´cause we´ll come to kill ya, now. we´ll kill ya, now.