 Krayzie:
(This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin' your hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play. Can
you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Bizzy:
You wanted to get Rip? Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done, 'til it
replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous, especially .357,
me punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You
crept and you came, ain't shit changed, daily weapons: grenades and an
AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the
real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think fin to get that gangster,
gettin' a demon, you can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my
ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus. He done creepin' deep, but I love
to sneak 'til I raise up on my enemy. Let's get pumped for the peeps in
Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression. Spread the message: I'm
finished, diminished you so-called critics and fuck them Billboards, and
the Billboard status me kick it. You fucked-up for awhile for today, but
that was a trial. Man, and I don't know how, style through with them
crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to
gather around, remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town,
and only a bitch would bite, that we can't allow, then they won't claim my
style, ready to beat you down, hittin' them tombstones, (sellin' volumes),
get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols
steady, ready, fuck the flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I
break your head in.
Krayzie:
I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your
city and people be peelin' me, yo, but some nigga just told me, he put in
your record, and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put 'em in a
coffin, now, go seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now,
nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's what you was
thinkin' when you tried to get it down. We see that you fucked with a
daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass around. Whenever you're ready
to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club, ready slang slugs.
Nigga done got too drunk, if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, this shit is
ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us. Buck
you to Hell, and we're stickin' you, doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the
St. Clair niggas bust. Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga tried a
211, fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be?
Nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come in peace. Nigga,
please, freeze, put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these
are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. You're gonna die.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Layzie:
Now, hation season is ceasin', agree. Nigga, let this be the reason:
niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from
breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that thug whose raps
steady put down payments, criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test
nuts? Nigga, hear this: my niggas are down with murda mo', real
thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet he be
ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but artillery shop, we stackin',
Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all day, won't action,
playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My
nigga, the shit don't stop. The government all on my dick, wanna see Lil
Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, fin to rest
in peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo'
money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks, refuse the
peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on.
Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I
got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride
with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us, so I be down on wicked streets
I grew up on. Wanna sound like us, and none of you do. We come for
you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for every heat
you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out, watch out for them
thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told you: it's
comin'--Armageddon [it's comin'--Armageddon, new world order, new
world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches ain't nothin', we none.
Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know we gettin' our shit
together. Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, ya go, ya go.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
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