[Hook: Bizzy]
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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
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(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
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(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
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[Verse 1: Bizzy]
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Really be off and inna the coffin
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And uhh, follow his grave,
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Follow me murderous guage
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Follow me murderous ways
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Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya
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Pop more ah silencer,
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Pop pop outta the window we roll
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Let the Ripster reel up off 'em
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Better of this way,
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Tossed off in the coffin and bagged,
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Slang on the darkside man,
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Bang on the darkside man,
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Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
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But I went back to my land wid ah 12-guage Mossberg pump
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Big shells, you bloody murda murda comin' ta serve ya
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Runnin' wid gangstas that's suppose
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And to rip the roads is how we roll
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[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
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Cause it's on and I crept and I came up
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Remember that killa the nigga named Leatherface
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Now if you ah thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it
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Put ah bitch up in the gutter fuck it,
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Nigga we judged and we fucked and we shuttin' this rap thang down
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Neva takin' no shorts or losses man
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No way no how no foul thang now,
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I steadily thinkin' and then if I changed my daily thang
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Nigga don't hang wid the phony busta niggas,
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Only roll wid thugstas killas
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Pick up me gun and me stick and me stuck
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And me murda them everytime now,
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Bodies be dumped off in dumpstas execution double nine style
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Hey, say give it up to the niggas
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Who steady be slangin' that llelo, bank-roll,
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When the po-po roll that's when you lay low,
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When the po-po roll that's when you lay low,
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When the po-po roll that's when you lay low
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[Verse 3: Layzie Bone]
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Nigga shoulda seen the Bone done came and touched down
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Came up wid that thang and me creepin' up outta me hometown
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Me hate to be leavin' the glock glock nine
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But I'm livin' so low down Bone gotta roll out,
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We livin' like Trues,
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Give it up to tha bang, always stay down for my thang
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And I still remain the same,
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Never gon' change I'ma hood I claim,
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Nigga done jumped in the game
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And straight up confusion cause niggas be shady,
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Nigga still gotta watch his back daily
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Even mo' lately, but they can't break little Layzie,
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So ah nigga stay phat cause I gotta get paid
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The buddah it run me forever me blaze
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Thuggin' in my murderous ways
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Crazin' ah guage let the buckshots spray
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We shoot to this day,
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No shorts or no losses was meant nigga now play (Bottom line niggas)
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And Cleveland in yo face,
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And nigga we rollin' wid Ruthless in the nine,
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For the pain for the gain,
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For the love of money fuck the fame
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We peeped game we crept and we came
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[Hook:]
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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
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[Verse 4: Wish Bone]
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Bone crept and we came wid ah gang bang
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Told you get down for them thangs man
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But Bone still kick it wid the same Trues
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Thuggin' on the glock glock ain't shit change
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Buck 'em fuck 'em put 'em in the ground way down, lay down
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Busta, nigga don't be tryin' no dumb shit
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Bone still be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya,
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Creepin' up outta the hood,
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Rolled to the West Coast wid this rap shit nigga made good
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Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine
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Reachin' for your shit wish you would,
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Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in the body bag
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Nigga down fo' yo cash nigga that's yo life
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Nigga it's like that when my shit clap
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One to the temple straight to the mind
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Bailin' down the Claire gettin' much love, needing mo bud,
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Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke
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Me meaning that yum yum dope
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And it ain't shit to swang some thangs
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Puttin' my guage in your throat
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Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
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Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
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(Bailin' for
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Crept And We Came
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