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krayzie
don´t niggas don´t wanna start shit. buck, buck to the bang. sendin´ bullets to the brain, nigga. yeah.
a nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic? nigga that thought he could bang. that nigga´s stuck. that nigga´s blasted. they got my man from the land. never ran, i step with deadly men. if ya come a little bit closer, i can turn you into sand. now follow me, now roll, stroll down to cleveland. we thuggin´, we theivin´, we put it in deep, and the blood is seepin´. got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. we say bang! eighty-eight through ten-five¡ªmy clique. st. clair ain´t shit to fuck with. pumpin´, krayzie be bumpin´, dumpin´ the bloody body. me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. we comin´ to shoot up your posse. my niggas, they comin´ up out the woods, to get the goods. krayzie be thug, and want to die, that´s from comin´ up in my hood. we killas. get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun, bust one, they done. cleveland is where we from. hearts, thugs have none.

high techs and khakis when jackin´, sawed-off, there´s really no place to run.
niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the bitches carry guns. [-2]

bizzy
soon as i hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin´ for a pistol, but i didn´t have no gun. come with original thugsta shit. i be flippin´ it with-a-me tongue. nigga, cleveland is the city where we come from, and i show them hoes up outta the clair that thugs don´t run from none. follow rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me back. and i´m throwin´ up st. clair thugsta nigga, with or without my gat. forever be ready to pull out me murderin´ tools east 99 style, fool! me put it in mind on murderin´ you, followin´ whenever me murder is true. niggas that claim to bang bang, when it comes to slang thangs, they don´t. they know they cannot buck me, one of ´em sure to slug me, but they hope the thug i be, bizzy. better let ´em him be or they´ll see nigga, hangin´, swangin´. never to miss¡ªthe biz is me.
krayzie

high techs and khakis when jackin´, sawed-off, there´s really no place to run.
niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the bitches carry guns. [-2]
layzie
livin´ in the land of the heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin´ craps. hand on my strap, roll thick, ´cause they jack. runnin´ up on the bone, you need to be pap pap. soldier thugs be pumpin´ them slugs, defendin´ they drugs. when they roll up, niggas be creepin´ up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up. but nigga, now hold on. wanna test the bone? the gauge is shown. any mind is blown, lookin´ down the barrel of this mossberg chrome to the dome. bone, clack back me gauge in a rage, copper take these here rocks. double glock, my pistols be pumpin´ and buckin´ out shots whenever the trouble knocks. steadily hittin´, me clean up, get lit up forever your soul´ll burn. and i blow your shit up, get ´em on the get up. these niggas must learn. yearnin´ to earn cheese. ready to die, so niggas can´t take these. want to clock g´s, want to move keys, not takin´ a loss on my green leaves, please. east nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin´ on this road to hell, and prison walls, testin´ balls, f
or the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin´, kickin´ up mud, rollin´ 9-deep my thugs. rippin´ apart shit, so nigga, don´t start shit, ´cause we kill in the land of the heartless. die!

krayzie [layzie]

high techs and khakis when jackin´, sawed-off, there´s really [really no place to run!] no place to run.
niggas get vicious with my clique is. even [even the bitches carry guns] the bitches carry guns. [-6]