[Bizzy]
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My nigga just entered your business,
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so can I get a witness?
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Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow
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Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up
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Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs.
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Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim.
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come again, now.
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They drop down,
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when I'm off the block,
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Fuck them cops.
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Me and Krayzie
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runnin' through the Boneyard, daily.
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Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock,
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so I can serve me thugs and maintain.
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to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs
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Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya,
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as long as my niggas remember: no pretender
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Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender.
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[Chorus x2]
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No Surrender
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[Layzie]
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Not wantin' the copper to hit me a lick up,
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found me a victim to stick up, pick up,
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rollin' the nine-ball,slippin'
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that's why me trippin'
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bloody victim,
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get him when the time calls, dog
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Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well,
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then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes,
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here comes them po-pos.
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Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on,
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Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on.
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Jump outta the hottie, move me body,
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hittin' them cuts and trails, runnin' like we lunatics,
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gotta make it back to Hazel daily
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Escape and eludin' the chase.
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buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember:
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me killa, me no surrender.
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Me killa, me killa, me killa...
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[Chorus x2]
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[Wish]
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Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead,
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'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red.
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And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
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because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up.
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Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
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I know what to do with that vest, man
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Twenty-two shots. I killa.
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You don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga.
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And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
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'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down,
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'cause I'm goin' down poppin, so motherfuck all coppers,
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Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.
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Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
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Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
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[Krayzie]
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Ya better believe it's judgement day.
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So, nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air.
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Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just don't care.
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When they come, they come creepin'
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Me peepin'
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Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin'
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put 'em in deep in gutters. Me keepin'
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'til a me rich and gotta get mine, everytime
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This'll be over in nine nine.
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so, nigga, get down for the crime,
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gonna be more coppers dyin' in the line
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fuckin' with thugs
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when I be slangin' my drugs,
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tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip them guts,
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and lay your head in blood.
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Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga.
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Bitch, remember: me killa. Me no surrender.
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Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender.
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Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya.
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Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya.
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Me no surrender.
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[Chorus till end]
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No Surrender
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| Bone Thugs N Harmony |
