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Krayzie/Flesh: 
Better not be so quick test us, 
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now. 
Krayzie: 
Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, still thuggin' with the roughest 
muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still 
chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack 
ya paper, snatch ya?" No. I really wish a nigga would turn and 
wanna take what's mine, 'cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times. 
You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say "Oh, 
my!" but check it out, though. I done made enough money to buy my 
people a lot of weapons, y'all. And I made it, takin' out 
my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, for paranoia is factor when a nigga 
wanna act up. Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my 
sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won't 
swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my 
jacket, and start dumpin'. Fuck 'em. I think a nigga see us on the 
video and playa hate and say that we ain't true to what we 
say, but, then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate, we 
bang them fuckin' brains [we bang them brains]. But 
then, we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck the thug 
dick. Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style. 
Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town. It's all original when 
it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals, so here we go. 
Got a gun--should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put 
the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like 
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I'm so full anguish. Gotta 
style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it, but 
they can't get the hang of it. Yeah. 
Krayzie/Flesh: 
Better not be so quick test us, 
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now. 
Flesh: 
Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em, 
coffin off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga 
straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies 
start steadily fillin', get real high, steady droppin' the time on 
'em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the 
Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and it's still this 
strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's 
happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us, 
smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 
1ife, if you pull a (?) off to the fiends, then gank 'em and 
leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and 
we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. We better shank 
'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause 
shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the 
dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife to the 
back of a playa hater, hate a thug, and they thought that I 
bruise easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em). Most of 
what goes around, comes around. Ooh, bla-bla-bloody 
mess even though hoes really wanna test us. To the chest, Flesh buck 
buckin' this guess with a gun, a change and a whole new 
muthafuckin' attitude. 
Krayzie/Flesh: 
Better not be so quick test us, 
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now. 
Layzie: 
Nigga, let me in. Double glock and never about to change, man. To the 
temple I aim and claim the game, control. Fin to rid 
your soul, creep and roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, 
they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know. Got a nation of my 
niggas out to back me, got another nation--killas out to try to jack 
me. Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull? 
Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose. Nigga, I'm a 
tell you 'bout these haters distraction. They down with the 
puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action. Facts and stacks, never 
will my mission collapse. If you really want a thug, then 
you better pin these raps, and a I'm a give a little game in this 
world that we livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to 
me. 
You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it, givin' 
peace to the G-O-D, your Lord. And it really don't mean that 
evil's gonna quit, because the hater's gonna hate, and then the 
real--it's gon' feel, but I bet that after all of y'all fall that the 
faker's 
gonna perish in the fire pit, and you know when I'm rollin', I'm 
equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and I 
gladly put it on ya from the land of California, leavin' all of y'all 
goners, if you know what I mean. Yeah, so quick to test us, 
jump off in the Lexus with K.B. We gonna take a little journey around 
the world and see what we see. Any y'all niggas comin' 
with me? So, come on. 
Wish: 
Lately I've been here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the 
Bone, bite the Bone. Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong? 
Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow. We shoot 'em up, buck. 
Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. Anybody 
hatin'? Erase 'em. And biters, everytime I see you on T.V., it makes 
me feel good, 'cause I know we run up on you, you'll see 
we, we gotta get paid good. Nigga, don't shit come for free in this 
land of poverty, Bone in harmony. We hungry. Since it's all 
about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money. Don't gather 
the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz, should 
I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all 
haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original. Niggas mad 
at Bone because we be all original [all original]. 
Krayzie/Flesh: 
Better not be so quick test us, 
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.

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