Krayzie:
(This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin' your
hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Bizzy:
You wanted to get Rip? Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done, 'til it
replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous,
especially .357, me punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum
for? You crept and you came, ain't shit changed,
daily weapons: grenades and an AK-47, 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, but I
love to sneak 'til I raise up on my enemy. Let's get
pumped for the peeps in Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression.
Spread the message: I'm finished, diminished you
so-called critics and fuck them Billboards, and the Billboard status
me kick it. You fucked-up for awhile for today, but that
was a trial. Man, and I don'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 only a bitch would bite, that we can't
allow, then they won't claim my style, ready to beat you down, hittin'
them tombstones, (sellin' volumes), get in them costumes,
now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, fuck
the 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 peelin' 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 you could 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 in peace. Nigga,
please, freeze, put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and
these are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. 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, we see 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 cop that thug
whose raps steady put down payments, criminal mind
state of 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 artillery shop, 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 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, so
I 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 [it's comin'--Armageddon, new world order, 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.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas
play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
