Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.
Layzie:
My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.
You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop. Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport. Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough. I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye
ah.
Bizzy:
So I'm ready for more.
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.
Bizzy:
I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal. Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen. Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.
Bizzy:
So, I'm ready for more.
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.
Maje$ty:
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in. Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.
Layzie:
Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime. The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead. All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded. Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score. Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.
Bizzy:
When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil. Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral. Get 'em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.
Krayzie:
You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me. Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me. But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none. Static's automatic fun, want some? Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum. See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire. Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats. Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah. Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it. We sent it. We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it. You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state
penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.
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