Krayzie/Flesh:

Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

Krayzie:

Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, still thuggin' with the roughest

muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still

chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack

ya paper, snatch ya?" No. I really wish a nigga would turn and

wanna take what's mine, 'cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times.

You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say "Oh,

my!" but check it out, though. I done made enough money to buy my

people a lot of weapons, y'all. And I made it, takin' out

my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, for paranoia is factor when a nigga

wanna act up. Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my

sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won't

swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my

jacket, and start dumpin'. Fuck 'em. I think a nigga see us on the

video and playa hate and say that we ain't true to what we

say, but, then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate, we

bang them fuckin' brains [we bang them brains]. But

then, we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck the thug

dick. Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style.

Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town. It's all original when

it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals, so here we go.

Got a gun--should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put

the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like

Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I'm so full anguish. Gotta

style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it, but

they can't get the hang of it. Yeah.

Krayzie/Flesh:

Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

Flesh:

Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em,

coffin off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga

straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies

start steadily fillin', get real high, steady droppin' the time on

'em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the

Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and it's still this

strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's

happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us,

smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for

1ife, if you pull a (?) off to the fiends, then gank 'em and

leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and

we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. We better shank

'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause

shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the

dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife to the

back of a playa hater, hate a thug, and they thought that I

bruise easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em). Most of

what goes around, comes around. Ooh, bla-bla-bloody

mess even though hoes really wanna test us. To the chest, Flesh buck

buckin' this guess with a gun, a change and a whole new

muthafuckin' attitude.

Krayzie/Flesh:

Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

Layzie:

Nigga, let me in. Double glock and never about to change, man. To the

temple I aim and claim the game, control. Fin to rid

your soul, creep and roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo,

they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know. Got a nation of my

niggas out to back me, got another nation--killas out to try to jack

me. Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull?

Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose. Nigga, I'm a

tell you 'bout these haters distraction. They down with the

puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action. Facts and stacks, never

will my mission collapse. If you really want a thug, then

you better pin these raps, and a I'm a give a little game in this

world that we livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to

me.

You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it, givin'

peace to the G-O-D, your Lord. And it really don't mean that

evil's gonna quit, because the hater's gonna hate, and then the

real--it's gon' feel, but I bet that after all of y'all fall that the

faker's

gonna perish in the fire pit, and you know when I'm rollin', I'm

equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and I

gladly put it on ya from the land of California, leavin' all of y'all

goners, if you know what I mean. Yeah, so quick to test us,

jump off in the Lexus with K.B. We gonna take a little journey around

the world and see what we see. Any y'all niggas comin'

with me? So, come on.

Wish:

Lately I've been here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the

Bone, bite the Bone. Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong?

Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow. We shoot 'em up, buck.

Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. Anybody

hatin'? Erase 'em. And biters, everytime I see you on T.V., it makes

me feel good, 'cause I know we run up on you, you'll see

we, we gotta get paid good. Nigga, don't shit come for free in this

land of poverty, Bone in harmony. We hungry. Since it's all

about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money. Don't gather

the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz, should

I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all

haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original. Niggas mad

at Bone because we be all original [all original].

Krayzie/Flesh:

Better not be so quick test us,

[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]

'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now