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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, ******, digga, and still thuggin' with the roughest mutha******as in my city, and a ****** wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?
Ain't you scared of a ****** that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"
No. I really wish a ****** 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 ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all.
And I made it, takin' out my ****.
Here, stay high, ******, so paranoia is factor when a ****** wanna act up.
****** figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a mutha******a won't swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'.
****** 'em. I think a ****** 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 ******' brains [we bang them brains].
But then , we switch subject, and ****** with them clones that suck the thug ******.
Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style.
Mutha******a, 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 ****** 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. ******s, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife, if you pull a shyste 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, ****** it,
I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause *******t, 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 t hug, and they thought that
I bruise easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin
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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, ******, digga, and still thuggin' with the roughest mutha******as in my city, and a ****** wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?
Ain't you scared of a ****** that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"
No. I really wish a ****** 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 ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all.
And I made it, takin' out my ****.
Here, stay high, ******, so paranoia is factor when a ****** wanna act up.
****** figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a mutha******a won't swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'.
****** 'em. I think a ****** 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 ******' brains [we bang them brains].
But then , we switch subject, and ****** with them clones that suck the thug ******.
Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style.
Mutha******a, 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 ****** 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. ******s, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife, if you pull a shyste 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, ****** it,
I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause *******t, 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 t hug, and they thought that
I bruise easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin
