| Bizzy: Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. Krayzie: Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. Bizzy: Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a all'll be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily pumpin' must my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, outta the window. We roll. Lil' Ripsta realer off and better often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish ruggish city where-a we bail, when I went back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells. You're bloody murder murdered. Comin' to serve ya, runnin' with gats and bats and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll. Krayzie: Krayzie's on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it. Nigga, we told ya be fucked up, and startin' this rap thang, now. Never takin' no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin' now. I still be that thug and I doubt if I change my daily thang. Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat 'em in gutters. Me stick 'em. Me stuck 'em. We murdered 'em every time, now. Bodies be dug off in dumpsters--execution double nine style. Hey, say, give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin' that llello, bankroll. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po ... |
