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 thugstasplay. 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: grenadesand an
AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet onthe
real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think fin to get thatgangster,
gettin' a demon, you can conjure up, and see if we get angelspinnin' 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 thepeeps in
Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression. Spread the message: I'm
finished, diminished you so-called critics and fuck themBillboards, and
the Billboard status me kick it. You fucked-up for awhile fortoday, but
that was a trial. Man, and I don't know how, style through withthem
crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting mypeople to
gather around, remember the sound of the rounds, came from mytown,
and only a bitch would bite, that we can't allow, then they won'tclaim my
style, ready to beat you down, hittin' them tombstones, (sellin'volumes),
get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', mypistols
steady, ready, fuck the flames, aim for the pressure point, apoint where I
break your head in.

Krayzie:

I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll inyour
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 ariver, now,
nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's whatyou was
thinkin' when you tried to get it down. We see that you fuckedwith a
daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass around. Wheneveryou're ready
to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club, readyslang slugs.
Nigga done got too drunk, if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, thisshit is
ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid ofus. Buck
you to Hell, and we're stickin' you, doin' it, thinkin' youscared 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 itbe?
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 howthugstas 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 thereason:
niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitchesfrom
breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that thug whoseraps
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, nowbet 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'taction,
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, wannasee Lil
Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, finto rest
in peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks. Igot 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, socome 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. Ifyou ride
with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us, so I be down onwicked streets
I grew up on. Wanna sound like us, and none of you do. We comefor
you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for everyheat
you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out, watch out forthem
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'tnothin', 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, yago, ya go.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision howthugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

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