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Bizzy:

ayo they comin' to get Rip? Equipped wit' my sawed-off, polish it off, until its

replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially 357 me catch you, Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and

you came, ain't shit changed, M11's grenades and an AK-47s, bang.

Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to

the bank, and you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon,you can

conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with

Jesus. He done creepin' deep, puttin those to sleep 'til raise up on my enemy.

Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, spread 400 years of opression spread the message i aint finishes, diminished you so-called critics so fuck them

billboards and the billboard status can kick it. You fucked-up for awhilefor

today, but that was a trial. Man, and Idon't know how, style through with them

crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to gather

around, remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town, and onlya bitch would bite, now we

gotta go now gotta go claim my style, ready tobeat you down, hittin'

them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with

Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, buck them flames, aim for the

pressure point, a point where I break your head in.

Krayzie:

I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pinnin me , yo, but some nigga just told me, he put in your record,

and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go

seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild [wild]?

"What an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get

it, down. We see that you fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your

ass around. Whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of

the club, ready slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk,if I got it, we claim mo.

Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that youcould get rid

of us. Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin' you,doin' it, thinkin' you scared

when the St. Clair niggas bust. Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga

tried a 211, fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody

but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come with heat. Nigga, please, freeze, put

'em on

they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these are the warriors, killas,

destroyin' ya and You're gonna die.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.

Can you handle the vibe?

Pedal to the metal, its a blue light.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.

Can you handle the vibe?

Pedal to the metal, its a blue light.

Layzie:

Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. Let this be the reason: niggas from

Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from breathin'. Time is up.

You know you can't cap that thug who raps, steady put down, pay me, criminal

mind stateof a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? nigga hear this. My niggas are down

with murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my

nigga, now bet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but

artilleryshop, we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all

day, won't action, playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck,

bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop. The government's all on my dick, wanna see

Lil Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, fin to rest in

peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo' money up

outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks, refuse the peace, and

nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on.

Wish:

When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I got Mo

Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride with Bone, you

ain't alone, nigga trust us. (?) be down on wicked streets I grew up on. Wanna

sound like us, and none of you do. We come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You

gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better

watch out, watch out for them thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told

you: it's comin'--Armageddon [new world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches

ain't nothin', we none. Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know

we gettin' our shit together. Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya

go,ya go, ya go.