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***** 'em, let the law end |
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'Cause we simply get the raw end |
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Coffins open, dump 'em all in |
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Nine millimeters, three-eighty's |
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You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery |
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Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis |
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Let us begin with bullets |
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Can't none of ya break off a *****s from prison |
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And let 'em come with us - retaliation |
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We come and blast 'em with leather masks on |
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Let loose |
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[Wish] |
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You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair |
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These *****s is killas, try to feel us |
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Thuggish ruggish *****s from Cleveland |
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We steadily creepin' on ya |
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And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep |
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Ho-check, you don't wanna ***** with Bone |
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Let loose |
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[Layzie] |
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*****, bulletproof, if a mutha*****a pull it |
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Then he better shoot |
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***** never no 9-1-1 to your rescue |
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Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through |
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Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again |
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And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript |
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Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little *****, cap peeler |
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Bailin' through the Land equipped |
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When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it |
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Jump off in my hottie |
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***** lodi dodi, rollin' through your party |
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Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah |
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[Bizzy] |
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When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge |
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War anytime I roll |
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Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours |
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Expect the four ***** ring yo doors |
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And don't you diminish |
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Til I finish you with it or you would missed it |
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On the hit list, couldn't resist it |
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*****, you risk it, here to stick with it |
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To the po-po, you know; |
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Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go |
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Lurk, better searchin' all the doors |
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Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico |
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Go, *****, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent |
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Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of) |
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[Krayzie] |
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Killin' for my *****s steady got up in the pen |
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Depend on me, let 'em leave |
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Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game |
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But I love the way the thugstas stay |
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And when our *****s really get to poppin' at the cops |
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You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war |
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Mutha*****a done rocked the boat |
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And we ***** fin to even the score |
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***** drank to much, took to much |
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No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me |
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Never gonna catch me, catch me |
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I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life |
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And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me |
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'Quicker the copper |
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The quicker my *****s'll pull up and drop ya |
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We shot ya |
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We shot ya |
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Hey, my *****s boxed ya |
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[Flesh] |
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My *****, we all in together in position for the maulin' |
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Pac got his got headlight ahead of me |
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Keep me raw, and ***** it, let the law end |
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Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in |
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Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew |
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Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit |
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And never seen us shoot |
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If I could be the 187 on you |
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Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on |
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For the next that get wrong |
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Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect |
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Then sleep with the rest |
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Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home |
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Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex |
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Think it no thang for me get with you |
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All up in your *******t, quick when I split up your wig |
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Your brain gon' hang |
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[Krayzie] |
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***** 'em, let the law end |
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'Cause we simply get the raw end |
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Coffins open, dump 'em all in |
