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(talking)
(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x)
We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us
And try to bust and when you think we ain't gone care We ain't scared, and just because we
Serious, mysterious and curious
Lil' Flip
You acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes
Bragging about platinum, nigg* that's white gold
Fake talk, and real hush
Fake run, and real bust
Y'all got me fked up, I been a street nigg*
And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigg*
Don't beef with me nigg*, cause I get down and dirty
I make a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty
nigg* I ain't scared I pack, infrareds
My enemies like batteries, half of em dead
You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play
Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay
I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back
I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac
So start riding your wheel, we coming with the steal
And it's a fact, that most mouth get em killed
(Chorus - 2x)
Lil' Flip
I c*ck and spray, hit you from a block away
We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say
And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face
That don't mean s**t cause I got a nine on my waist
So you can play Superman and get your as* paralyzed
Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized
You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing
So when I say I'ma get you, you know I ain't bluffing
Cause turn into hoes when you pull a gun out
And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off
Now who the boss, nigg* you already know
I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go
And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war
I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car
And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson
So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what
(Chorus - 2x)
Bizzy Bone
Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies
Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami
And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody
Hit the floor, so what in the fk you think I came here for
Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah
When I'm down in Houston, Texas are gut playas
Some of these is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers
don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters
The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now
Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah
Tupac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids
They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all
Game recognize game, fame recognize fame
they hang, they bang, they slang
Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain
One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang
(Chorus - 2x)