Layzie:
Creepinand' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. smoke, and i choke, and i creep on a come up. niggas be tryin run
Up, but i bust, and they drop to their death. now they done up. gun up, hunt my blunt up. creepinand' and'til sun up, feelinand' slightly
Shady. call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little layzie. nigga donand't wanna fight, runninand' deadly thugsta soldiers,
Droppinand' them thangs. bone done told ya. testinand' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya. faded a nigga that stepped up.
Letand's slip in some shit. see and'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that click-click. sprayed the
Gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave. puttinand' them souls up off in them graves, dwell in hell, theyand'll all lay
Slayed. amazed, must i blaze. itand's insane when i take that bud to the brain. toke, choke, holdinand' me smoke until-a me
Strained, feelinand' no pain. better be packinand' your weapon, and'cause my shit is kept and iand'm ready to let loose sawed-off hanginand',
Danglinand' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest, but you shoulda wore a vest, fool, and'cause the bone donand't front. nigga check
Or get wrecked. got flesh on the set, with his finger on a tec, locand'd out with the khakis and high techs. respect them st.
Clair thugs hustlinand' drugs, gotta make that money, man. rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game.
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang.
Bone be me gang.
Flesh:
We runninand' with no hoes, and the bigger bone thatand's known for gettinand' his swerve on and kickinand' it on the stage. (off in the rag),
Gettinand' my serve on. so, leave and'em alone. they come. they need to be shown that bone done chrome, blown, lay slugs up in
To them domes, so go on. youand'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with flesh, iand'm feelinand' to lynch ya, mo murda.
Youand're runninand' up eye to eye with death. praise the flesh, now nevertheless youand're takinand' a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and
Dumpinand' the body up off in a coffin. remember the vow said a preacher, me teach and'em, (winninand'/greetinand') and'em with me nine,
Runninand' with thugs and hustlas and murderinand' and'em every time.
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang.
Bone be me gang.
Bizzy:
Remember the ripsta, sinster creeper, reapinand' up that set with a street-sweeper. gotta take a breather from sippinand' me liter.
Rippinand' that flesh when i sneak with a meat cleaver. when iand'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta. buck and'em. buck and'em.
Motherfuck and'em. thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas. so back up off me. no stack wonand't let me slip. when a nigga
Start to step, the weapon, put and'em in the graveyard. bitch, better buy your vest, then test rest, the ripsta, quick to pick up the
Hollow points and put and'em up in your brains, nigga. my little nigga, mo! hart, my bigger nigga, sin, dash fast, get up with the
Block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. tell and'em to see me, that realer
Nigga, the ripsta, put and'em in rivers. it donand't stop. drop pand's to the sctand's and double glock. pop. pop. hereand's the slug from
The twelve gauge thug. you donand't want fuck with, no buck with, ripand's breakinand' and'em bustas. blood, me fillinand' and'em (...?...) me
Murder. i show no mercy. turn your back, clack back me gat, digginand' and'em in the dirt, see.
Krayzie:
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up. they never could fuck with me sawed-off pump. bitch, if iand'm flippinand' or load my
Clip in, nigga, yand'all all fucked. gotta make my money, slippinand' me pump in my trench, and then click it. now, nigga, itand's rippinand',
Steady clippinand', not missinand', thugginand' with me click, and now leatherface takinand' your life so ya best stay back, tossinand' the rest in a
Coffin, and'cause niggas be runninand' up, talkinand' trash. buck a guard while walkinand' past. bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs,
And i claim and hang with ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves. gotta give peace, and'cause they swang these. come,
Nigga, meet my hood and fulla nothinand' but thugs and hustlas: sin never been no busta, heand'll stuff and buck-buck and'em and dump
and'em, bitch. nigga, muthafuck and'em, krayzie donand't love and'em, put and'em to rest and run, so the po-po donand't catch up--nigga canand't be
Arrested. one m-11 me sendinand' niggas to hell, and youand're feelinand' 187. eleven dwellinand' better from the cell, and nigga that pick
Up mossberg, the quicker you to the curb. put one to the temple, pump, to mr. policeman. thatand's all you heard.
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang.
Bone be me gang.
Bang, bang, bang, bang.
