Krayzie:
Donand't niggas donand't wanna start shit. buck, buck to the bang. sendinand' bullets to the brain, nigga. yeah.
A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic? nigga that thought he could bang.
That niggaand's stuck. that niggaand's blasted. they got my man from the land. never ran, i step with deadly men. if ya come a
Little bit closer, i can turn you into sand. now follow me, now roll, stroll down to cleveland. we thugginand', we theivinand', we put it
In deep, and the blood is seepinand'. got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. we say bang. eighty-eight through the ten-five
(and clair). st. clair ainand't shit to fuck with. pumpinand', krayzie be bumpinand', dumpinand' the bloody body. me never knew one that
Could flow with the tongue. we cominand' to shoot up your posse. my niggas--they cominand' up out the woods, to get the goods.
Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die--thatand's from cominand' up in my hood. we killas. get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun,
Bust one, they done. cleveland is where we from. hearts--thugs have none.
High techs and khakis when jackinand', sawed-off, thereand's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click, and'cause even the bitches carry guns.
Bizzy:
Soon as i hit the scene, (?), feelinand' for a pistol, but i didnand't have no gun. come with original thugsta shit. i be flippinand' it with me
Tongue. nigga, cleveland is the city where we come from, and i show them hoes up outta the clair that thugs donand't run from
None. follow rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me back. and iand'm throwinand' up st. clair thugsta niggas, with or
Without my gat. forever be ready to pull out me murder tools east 99 style, fools. me put it in mind on murderinand' you,
Followinand' whenever me murderous trues. niggas that claim to bang bang, when it comes to slang thangs, they do. they know
They cannot buck me, one of and'em sure to slug me, but they hope the thug i be, bizzy. better let and'em him be or theyand'll see.
Nigga, hanginand', swanginand', never to miss. the biz is me.
High techs and khakis when jackinand', sawed-off, thereand's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click, and'cause even the bitches carry guns.
Layzie:
Livinand' in the land of the heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootinand' craps. hand on my strap, roll thick, and'cause they jack.
Runninand' up on the bone, you needinand' to be pap pap. soldier thugs be pumpinand' them slugs, defendinand' they drugs. when they roll
Up, niggas be creepinand' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up, but nigga, now hold on. wanna test the
Bone? the gauge is shown. any is mind blown, lookinand' down the barrel of this mossberg chrome to the dome. bone, clack
Back me gauge in a rage, copper take these here rocks. double glock, my pistols be pumpinand' and buckinand' out shots whenever
The trouble knocks. steadily hittinand', me clean up, get lit up for ready your soul to burn, and i blow your shit up, get and'em on the
Get up, and'cause niggas must learn. yearninand' to earn cheese. ready to die, so niggas canand't take these. wantinand' to clock gand's, want
To move keys, not takinand' a loss on my green leaves, please. east nine nine, crime finds mine, strayinand' on this road to hell, and
Prison walls, testinand' balls, for the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailinand', kickinand' up mud, rollinand', i get with my thugs. rippinand' apart
Shit, so nigga, donand't start shit, and'cause we kill in the land of the heartless. die.
High techs and khakis when jackinand', sawed-off, thereand's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click, and'cause even the bitches carry guns.
