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.
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