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MajeUSDty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.
Layzie:
My nigg* now, MajeUSDty, these is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.
You better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real don't stop. Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigg*, and your body rott. Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these b*stards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigg* thirteen, sendin' 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, fkin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigg* what? Bone fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigg* that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport. Your ghetto resource, and b*tch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer , comin' up, sn*tchin' souls for dough. I know y'all muth*fkas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muth*fkas 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.
MajeUSDty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We 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, fk 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 sn*tchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me b*tch clonin' little Eazy's , so fk 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 as* next weekend.
Bizzy:
So, I'm ready for more.
MajeUSDty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.
MajeUSDty:
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 s**t like microchips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', b*tch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.
Layzie:
Surrounded by violence, my nigg*, 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 dont fled, you gonna bleed blood red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fkin' with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigg* know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded. 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 nigg* makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score. Here we go, nigg* 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. muth*fka, 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, hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul.
Krayzie:
You thinkin' I'm slippin' when is itchin' to rob me. Yes, they want to give me blood body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me. But I'll be d*mned, 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. fck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats. nigg*, 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 as* up outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state
penetentary, but dog, that ain't s**t, 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.
