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-Krayzie-

YEAA

Better back up off me/ nigga never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat

While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep

F**kin with these thugs/ thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood

Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A mothaf**kin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit ya

I'm collected and quiet/ but surpise nigga i get LIVE

jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN/ fittin to show these niggas a little somethin

Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE

Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to/ and a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew

I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang/ if you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain

DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain't you don got into some shit/ with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click

--(Krayzie)

PUMPIN THIS LEAD f**kin em up with me gun gun blast

PUMPIN THIS LEAD F**KIN em up with me gun gun blast

PUMPIN THIS LEAD f**kin em up with me gun gun blast

PUMPIN THIS LEAD f**kin em uo with me gun gun blast

-Layzie-

Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand

I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man/ that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man

Niggas talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a nigga stole they style BUT when a nigga show up these niggas bow down

Pound for pound from the shoulders nigga I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG NIGGAS OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta

In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block

Nigga got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain't Nick Cannon/ nigga got M-11s SR-15s and i plan to let niggas have it

F**k this rappin, if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what's happnin/ my family my money my thugs myself my nigga i'm flat out blastin

Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin if I'm ever forced to bring the action/ ima ride down i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin

Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06/ fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix

-Wish-

I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it

Never met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ nigga runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range

Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you came

We soldiers tight put up your stripes we'll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right/ I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof nigga fight fight

Handle that, nigga handle that give back to the music f**k that f**k that/ reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back

See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head with a relapse

Younger than most of you niggas so what? you die you die if i decide/ then we ride

If it's on you rock a bye bye/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine

Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight

Thuggstas no fools we know the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya