[Bizzy talking]
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It's East 1999 time
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[Bizzy]
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I promise that I'll hunt you bastards
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Zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry
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Is you ready for me magic?
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Let 'em blast, and nigga, better burn
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Then move, true to the murder mo, gladly
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'Cause the haters never had to have me
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Want to follow fools through alleys
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'Cause ready to lose and daddy
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who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie
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Probably St. Clair babies, so hate me
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But I handle my business
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So lately I can handle my shady
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Kill 'em, but we think I'm a bomb again
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No leavin' as they put me in prison and give me time
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I'm ready for the gun to go get'em
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And I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die
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Is he ready to lie if I decide
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Lookin' at my killin's in his eyes and boom to go bye
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I'm gonna fly (fly)
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Whom die they lie
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[Flesh]
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Whom die they lie
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[Krayzie]
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No mo' mercy...
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[Flesh]
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Whom die they lie [Shot]
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Now, who wanna go snitch?
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Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues
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Saw them sneakin'
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And a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, they hatin'
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Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth about shit and they lose
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Lookin' so deep eyes, and tell it when they lyin'
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Stop tryin', but they never convince none
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Got hundreds runnin' up with gauges
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Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I buck
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Sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off late at night
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So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em?
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Then gotta switch to testin' G's
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In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady
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we're too quick to pull petty bullshit
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Y'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas
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#1 fillin' his gun, and I wish you would
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Bitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you through
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When Mo' thugs comin' in, it's a headline
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Time to get on top of moff top
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When they got on stages all over this nation
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World, and I plan on
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Now look at you bustas get mad
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Beat the fuckas on their own line
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Don't make 'em tell it to ya twice
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When you crack a grip, keep it real
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But you should die, pay the price top
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Whom die they lie
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[Layzie]
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Whom die they lie
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[Krayzie]
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No mo' mercy . . .
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[Layzie]
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Whom die they lie [Shot]
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Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta
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Little sneaky muthafucka on a mission
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Grind, be plottin' for it quickly
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Who fried? Do or die, nigga
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You and I for the creep on the come up
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And pay these niggas a visit
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So is it, was it, wicked ways
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Got me strugglin' for days
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Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo
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I gotta get paid and blaze
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So swift not to catch a case
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Crept up in his place
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While the nigga was gone for his safe
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And his stones, and it's on
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'Cause the Bones havin' a say
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I won't forget this evenin'
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Nigga had theif, Little Layzie Bone
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Thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling
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Pin me, niggas run away
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They said they lookin' for me
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But I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me
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Y'all niggas know a murder-bound city
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See me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down
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Breakin' it down in the C-Town
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Spot 'em on the avenue, follow him passin' through
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Get 'em at the next red light, green light
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Got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead
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Whom die they lie
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[Krayzie]
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Whom die they lie
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No mo' mercy...
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Whom die they lie [Shot]
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[Krayzie]
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I'm that nigga with the shot and, red-hand
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Answerin' niggas, poppin' enemy
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Drop 'em
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Me gotta get 'em
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Kill 'em before they get the coppers on us
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And you know the bitches want us
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But as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me
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Take a look, and what you see;
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Krayzie still runnin' from the police
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'Cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed
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I'll be leavin' sale now on the scene
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I can do it, I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty
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He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head
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Shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye
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Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea
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Meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay
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St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin'
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Oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it
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Break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid
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Or your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days
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| Crime, yes, it pays, if it's c |
