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, 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
people a lot of weapons, y'all. And I made it, takin' out
my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, for 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 (?) 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 thug, 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
buckin' this guess with a gun, a change and 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 the game, control. Fin to rid
your soul, creep and 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 pit, 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:
Lately I've been 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 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
