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.
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