[Krayzie]
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Fuck 'em, let the law end
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'Cause we simply get the raw end
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Coffins open, dump 'em all in
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Nine millimeters, three-eighty's
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You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery
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Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis
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Let us begin with bullets
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Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison
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And let 'em come with us - retaliation
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We come and blast 'em with leather masks on
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Let loose
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[Wish]
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You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair
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These niggas is killas, try to feel us
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Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland
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We steadily creepin' on ya
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And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep
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Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone
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Let loose
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[Layzie]
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Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it
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Then he better shoot
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Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue
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Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through
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Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again
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And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript
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Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler
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Bailin' through the Land equipped
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When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it
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Jump off in my hottie
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Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party
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Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah
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[Bizzy]
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When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge
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War anytime I roll
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Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours
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Expect the four nigga ring yo doors
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And don't you diminish
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Til I finish you with it or you would missed it
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On the hit list, couldn't resist it
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Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it
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To the po-po, you know;
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Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go
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Lurk, better searchin' all the doors
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Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico
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Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent
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Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of)
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[Krayzie]
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Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen
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Depend on me, let 'em leave
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Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game
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But I love the way the thugstas stay
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And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops
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You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war
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Muthafucka done rocked the boat
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And we nigga fin to even the score
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Nigga drank to much, took to much
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No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me
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Never gonna catch me, catch me
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I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life
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And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me
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'Quicker the copper
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The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya
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We shot ya
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We shot ya
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Hey, my niggas boxed ya
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[Flesh]
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My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'
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Pac got his got headlight ahead of me
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Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end
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Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in
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Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew
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Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit
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And never seen us shoot
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If I could be the 187 on you
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Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on
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For the next that get wrong
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Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect
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Then sleep with the rest
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Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home
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Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex
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Think it no thang for me get with you
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All up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig
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Your brain gon' hang
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[Krayzie]
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Fuck 'em, let the law end
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'Cause we simply get the raw end
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Coffins open, dump 'em all in
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[Repeat to end]
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Let The Law End
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| Bone Thugs N Harmony |
