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Maje$ty:

Ridin` with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin`, but still we actin` like criminals.

Bizzy:

I`m ready for war.

Layzie:

My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum,

redrum, redrum.

You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you

the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don`t

stop. Pop, pop, put `em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top

closin` down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards

think we got mercy, puttin` in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin`

niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won`t hesitate to

kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin` with my

thugs, and I`m needin` my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin to

do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of

course, I`m that nigga that`s takin` no shorts, smokin` on the

Newport. Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own

ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My

mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin` up,

snatchin` souls for dough. I know y`all muthafuckas out

there somewhere, ain`t nowhere to hide, makin` muthafuckas feel the

vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride,

yeah.

Bizzy:

I`m ready for war.

Maje$ty:

Ridin` with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin`, but still we actin` like criminals.

Bizzy:

I`m a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap, can`t fade

it, we stay heavily sedated, comin`, now back up, I`m a

buck, get shakin`, deeply dreamin` about this dream, and my dad told

me he was (?), dropped to the floor, (...?...) woman,

wicked, it was written, I`ll be runnin` while turnin` around, and

blastin`, better buck `em, fuck `em, then came back, them fools

didn`t like that I was ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the

Mack was talkin` this and that about some of my incidents,

said I smoke and snatchin` purses, (you were vicinity, now told me)

bitch clonin` little Eazy`s niggas, so fuck you, you weren`t

original, mono y mono ain`t no subliminal. Hey, when a regime in

fatigues be ready to bleed even when they sleep, then catch

me, cops. He must have seen. Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.

Bizzy:

I`m ready for war.

Maje$ty:

Ridin` with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin`, but still we actin` like criminals.

Maje$ty:

My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics

is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four

generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein` the barracks,

checkin` in. Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin` hay

with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. I watched you ride the

rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin`, bitch,

when I spot `em I`m a drop `em.

Layzie:

Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I`m outta this, live of a lifetime.

The shrink wanna get in my head, `cause I`m amongst the

walkin` dead. All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna

bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got gone,

fuckin` with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigga know we off in

our prime, and it be that way `til 1999--criminal minded.

Niggas been blinded, lookin` for a style like Bone, but can`t see me,

and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every

move a nigga makin` on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1

better check the score. Here we go, nigga don`t wanna fight

no more, when I`m ready for you hoes, we`ll have to show.

Bizzy:

When the ghetto need me, I`ll be waited `til the scripture pinch ya,

little Ripsta kickin` get critical, and I`m seldom seen in the

Henessey, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be

lethal with automatic, let you have it, you don`t want to see

any evil. Muthafucka, I`ll take it to the people, then I will meet you

at the funeral. Get `em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is

the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with with guns, I`ll serve you

hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they

get killed, I`m a get your soul.

Krayzie:

You thinkin` I`m slippin` when niggas is itchin` to rob me. Yes, they

want to give me bloody body--buck, pumpin` a couple of

slugs inside me. But I`ll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and

a, stackin` them thangs. All you gets none. Static`s

automatic fun, want some? Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.

See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder,

death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No one was able to

find them, `cause there bodies went up in a fire. Fuck they

family, try to creep, but you think I`m asleep, `cause I`m pumpin`

beats. Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my

seat, yeah. Shoot `em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you

already suckas, I bet that you bent it. We sent it. I`ll attest

for the murder. Real shit--we dealt it. You thought you was flippin`,

you got KO`d. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta

there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a

niggas asses, gotta take confrontations, still blasted,

locked in the state penetentary, but dog, that ain`t shit, better make

your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side,

so when you ride, and you get high, don`t let haters run up.

Maje$ty:

Ridin` with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin`, but still we actin` like criminals.

Bizzy:

I`m ready for war.

Layzie:

My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum,

redrum, redrum.

You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you

the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don`t

stop. Pop, pop, put `em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top

closin` down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards

think we got mercy, puttin` in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin`

niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won`t hesitate to

kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin` with my

thugs, and I`m needin` my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin to

do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of

course, I`m that nigga that`s takin` no shorts, smokin` on the

Newport. Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own

ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My

mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin` up,

snatchin` souls for dough. I know y`all muthafuckas out

there somewhere, ain`t nowhere to hide, makin` muthafuckas feel the

vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride,

yeah.

Bizzy:

I`m ready for war.

Maje$ty:

Ridin` with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin`, but still we actin` like criminals.

Bizzy:

I`m a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap, can`t fade

it, we stay heavily sedated, comin`, now back up, I`m a

buck, get shakin`, deeply dreamin` about this dream, and my dad told

me he was (?), dropped to the floor, (...?...) woman,

wicked, it was written, I`ll be runnin` while turnin` around, and

blastin`, better buck `em, fuck `em, then came back, them fools

didn`t like that I was ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the

Mack was talkin` this and that about some of my incidents,

said I smoke and snatchin` purses, (you were vicinity, now told me)

bitch clonin` little Eazy`s niggas, so fuck you, you weren`t

original, mono y mono ain`t no subliminal. Hey, when a regime in

fatigues be ready to bleed even when they sleep, then catch

me, cops. He must have seen. Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.

Bizzy:

I`m ready for war.

Maje$ty:

Ridin` with death.

Layzie:

We niggas rappin`, but still we actin` like criminals.

Maje$ty:

My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics

is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four

generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein` the barracks,

checkin` in. Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin` hay

with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. I watched you ride the

rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin`, bitch,

when I spot `em I`m a drop `em.

Layzie:

Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I`m outta this, live of a lifetime.

The shrink wanna get in my head, `cause I`m amongst the

walkin` dead. All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna

bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got gone,

fuckin` with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigga know we off in

our prime, and it be that way `til 1999--criminal minded.

Niggas been blinded, lookin` for a style like Bone, but can`t see me,

and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every

move a nigga makin` on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1

better check the score. Here we go, nigga don`t wanna fight

no more, when I`m ready for you hoes, we`ll have to show.

Bizzy:

When the ghetto need me, I`ll be waited `til the scripture pinch ya,

little Ripsta kickin` get critical, and I`m seldom seen in the

Henessey, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be

lethal with automatic, let you have it, you don`t want to see

any evil. Muthafucka, I`ll take it to the people, then I will meet you

at the funeral. Get `em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is

the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with with guns, I`ll serve you

hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they

get killed, I`m a get your soul.

Krayzie:

You thinkin` I`m slippin` when niggas is itchin` to rob me. Yes, they

want to give me bloody body--buck, pumpin` a couple of

slugs inside me. But I`ll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and

a, stackin` them thangs. All you gets none. Static`s

automatic fun, want some? Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.

See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder,

death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No one was able to

find them, `cause there bodies went up in a fire. Fuck they

family, try to creep, but you think I`m asleep, `cause I`m pumpin`

beats. Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my

seat, yeah. Shoot `em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you

already suckas, I bet that you bent it. We sent it. I`ll attest

for the murder. Real shit--we dealt it. You thought you was flippin`,

you got KO`d. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta

there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a

niggas asses, gotta take confrontations, still blasted,

locked in the state penetentary, but dog, that ain`t shit, better make

your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side,

so when you ride, and you get high, don`t let haters run up.

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