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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.

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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