[Layzie]
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Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood
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Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up
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Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death
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Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up
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Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady
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Call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little Layzie
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Nigga don't wanna fight
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runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs
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Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya
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Faded a nigga that stepped up. Let's slip in some shit
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See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass
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had to blast that click-click
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Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave
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Puttin' them souls up off in them graves
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dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed
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Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain
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Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain
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Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept
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And I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin'
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danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest
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But you shoulda wore a vest, fool, 'cause the Bone don't front
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Nigga check or get wrecked
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Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC
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Loc'd out with the khakis and high techs
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Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man
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Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game
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Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
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Bone be me gang
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[Flesh]
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We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's
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known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage
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(Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on
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So, leave 'em alone. They come
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They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blown
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Lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on
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You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh
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I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda
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You're runnin' up eye to eye with death
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Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss
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and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin
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Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em
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(winnin'/greetin') 'em with me nine, runnin' with thugs
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And hustlas and murderin' 'em every time
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Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
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Bone be me gang
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[Bizzy]
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Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper
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reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper
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Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter
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Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver
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When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta
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Buck 'em. Buck 'em. Motherfuck 'em
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Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas
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So back up off me. No stack won't let me slip
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When a nigga start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard
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Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta
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Quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga
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My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast
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Get up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash
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Me can killa for free for homies and family
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Tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers
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It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop
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Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
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You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas
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Blood, me fillin' 'em ? me murder. I show no mercy
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Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see
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[Krayzie]
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Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
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They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
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Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
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Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it
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Now, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click
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And now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back
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Tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash
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Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs
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And I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
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Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come, nigga, meet my hood
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And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta
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| He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch |
