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layzie
creepin´ up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. smoke, and i choke, and i creep on ah come up. niggas be tryin´ run up, but i bust, and they drop to their death. now they done up. gun up, hunt my blunt up. creepin´ ´til sun up, feelin´ slightly shady. call me lightweight crazy #1 nigga little layzie. nigga don´t wanna faint, runnin´ deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin´ them thangs. bone done told you. testin´ nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show you. faded a nigga that stepped up, then slipped in some shit. seen ´em all´s just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that clique-clique. sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave´. puttin´ them souls up off up in a grave, dwell in hell, they´ll all lay slain. amazed, must i blaze. it´s insane when i take that bud to the brain. toke, choke, hold in me smoke until-a-me strained, feelin´ no pain. better be packin´ your weapon, ´cause my shit is kept and i´m ready to let loose sawed-off hangin´, danglin´ up under the trench,
finna blow that chest through, you should´ve wore a vest fool. ´cause the bone don´t front. nigga check or get wrecked. got flesh on the set, with his finger on a tec. loc´d out with the khakis and high-techs. respect them st. clair thugs hustlin´ drugs, gotta make that money man. rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we house that rap game.
bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [-2]
flesh
well what do ya know hoes, and the bigger bone that´s known for gettin´ his swerve on. and kickin´ it on the stage. off in a raid gettin´ my serve on. so, leave ´em alone. they come. they need to be shown that bone done chrome-blown, lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on. you´d better go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with flesh, i´m fin´ to lynch ya, mo murda! you´re runnin´ up eye to eye with death. face to face, now nevertheless you´re takin´ a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin´ the body up off in a coffin. remember the vow said a preacher, me teach ´em, greetin´ ´em with me nine. runnin´ with thugs and hustlas and murderin´ ´em every time.
layzie
bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [-4]
bizzy
remember the ripsta, sinster creeper, rippin´ up that set with a street-sweeper. gotta take a breather from sippin´ me liter. rippin´ that flesh when i sneak with a meat cleaver. when i´m in me smugsta, never the studio thugsta. buck ´em! buck ´em! muthafuck ´em. thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas. so back up off me. no stack won´t let me slip. when a nigga start to step, then wet ´em, put ´em in the graveyard. bitch, better buy your vest, then test rest, the ripsta quick to pick up the hollow points and put ´em up in your brains, nigga. my little nigga, mo! hart, my bigger nigga, sin. dash fast, get ´em up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. tell ´em to see me, that realer nigga, the ripsta, put ´em in rivers. it don´t stop. drop p´s to the s-c-t´s and double glock. pop, pop! here´s the slug from the twelve-gauge thug. you don´t want fuck with, nor buck with, rip´s breakin´ on bustas. blood, me feelin´ ´em like it hurts. me murder
. i show no mercy. turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin´ ´em in the dirt, see?

krayzie
get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up! they never could fuck with me sawed-off pump. bitch if i´m flippin´ or load my clip in, nigga, y´all all fucked. gotta make my money, slippin´ me pump in me trench, and then click it. now, nigga this rippin´, steady clippin´, not missin´, thuggin´ with me clique. and now leathaface takin´ your life so you best stay back, tossin´ the rest in a coffin, ´cause niggas be runnin´ up, talkin´ trash. buck a guard while walkin´ past. bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang, and i claim and hang with thieves. niggas that make cheese for the green leaves. gotta give p´s, ´cause they swang these. come nigga, meet my hood and found nothin´ but thugs and hustlas. sin never been no busta, he´ll stuff and buck-buck ´em and dump ´em, bitch. nigga, muthafuck ´em! krayzie don´t love ´em, put ´em to rest and run so the po-po don´t catch up. nigga can´t be arrested. one m-11, me sendin´ niggas to hell, and you´re felon, 187. eleven dwellin´ better from the cell, and nigga that pick up m
ossberg, the quicker you get to the curb. put one to the temple. pump to mr. policeman, that´s all you heard.

layzie
bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [-4]

bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang¡

gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang [-13]

bone¡ªalways will