Layzie:
East nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas . . .
Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine. little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doinand' my crime with (two
In here), steady stackinand' my ends, put my serve down on the clair, nine-nine. hittinand' up the graveyard shift with will, lil will,
Big wally, and wish bone. little wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. krayzie bone, stack right, take
Much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. itand's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at
Least daily, man. them cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the land, fool, and the old
School. just serve out your sentence and be cool. fuckinand' with trues, rest in peace, liland' nigga ripsta, stressed that bone love.
Smokinand' on bud, and'cause a nigga mo thug callinand' all my niggas when itand's time to nut and'em. in the nine nine, niggas gonna drop to
The #1 with the gun, so run run. cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slanginand' them dum-dums.
Krayzie:
Niggas itand's goinand' down, up in the c-town, get and'em up with the thugs [thugs], and that nigga with the bud [bud]. get the fifth of
Rose, but the liquor store closed, and iand'm all out the forty. blaze up, nigga. burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. nigga, donand't
Stiff on the reefer. bone runninand' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. peep the street, bust
Again on double glock-glock with a me rocks. cops sweatinand' me by. copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood,
Dumpinand' the body, and the bullshit stop. whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve,
Krayzie take caution. take all my llello and tossed it. see none when they roll to the curb. runninand', duckinand', jumpinand' up in the
Land. my niggas, itand's krayzie. we slang and we buck and we bang on the glock, and my nigga, thatand's daily. who the nigga
With the twelve gauge? [pump.] mr. sawed-off leather face, so ya better pray. eternally thugsta. east nineteen
Ninety-nine, we roll for the devil.
Bizzy:
Gotta give pand's to them scts and (i roll thick), thug on the glock. pump, blast for the cash, then iand'll mash the gas, gotta dash
Away from them cops. got liland' mo! hart steadily flippinand' off rose. rippinand' up flesh with six blows. rest, that thugsta, yes, i
Pump slugs, and i be drugginand' and'em off in dumpsters. fuck them po-po. bloody they bodies they burn, burn. and i guess that
Hoodand'll never learn. gotta dip (both in ones and) sherm. when i and'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailinand' out with
Me. roll up the window, me wind blow, fuck with my indo (and that in a me). even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are
Empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckinand', no fuckinand' with the family. now feel a nigga, understand me. much
Love, much (buck) for them st. clair thugs. east ninety-nine is where you find us, slanginand' me muthafuckinand' drugs.
Flesh:
Done, done, leavinand' the niggas stunned, cockinand' pop with a me gun. the leadand'll be letting they head off, and i gots to have (?).
Leavinand' and'em hung, breakinand' fakinand' your studio-gangsta bitch, trick. niggas that get picked. iand'm hittinand' the shit, and i split in the
Midst of the darkness. consider me heartless. oh, yes, flesh, me runninand' a ho check. better check your rolex, your time now
For givinand' up respect to them scts from c-l-e. weand're scandalous nigga that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavinand' the
Trail of the bloody victims. the fifth dog maulinand' and'em all, and never them catch me slippinand'. and sippinand' a fifth of the wine, and
Niggas be dyinand', and steadily trippinand'. we flippinand' the scripts on over, see the boneand'll be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggers
Showed ya. east nine-nine, five soldiers.
Wish:
Murder one, redrum, try to run and get away, but itand's just to late. watch out buckshots, when i come, buck, buck, better
Guard that fuckinand' face. dumpinand' them slugs on ya, fool. rollinand' with me trues, drinkinand' brews. donand't start no shit. we come
Equipped, so niggas, stay cool. one-eighty-seven, you think that youand're goinand' to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and hell is
Where youand'll be dwellinand'. pop in them clips, and them bodies me dumpinand', watchinand' ya fall to the pave with me nine-milli
Pumpinand'. puttinand' them bodies all off in them graves.
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run.
East [ninety-nine] nineteen ninety, -ninety-nine, -nine, -nine, -nine.
