"BODY ROTT"
Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.
Krayzie:
We fuck with justice, smoke blunts. You'll never find a thuggish bunch
of niggas like us. Don't be so quick to test us. I'll be annoyed,
and might bust. I'm a have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija, so I
can see if maybe he can tell me why your hatin' on me, bitin' on me, why
you want me to show a nigga Leatherface indeed. Don't fuck around,
nigga. He's a real buck-'em-down nigga. Muthafuck rappin', how
about fuckin' with me now, nigga? Niggas get your checks from your
broads, get high, then your broads sneak your keys from your niggas and ride.
Everybody wanna party, you the niggas with the problem. Hey,
nigga, we done solve 'em, 'cause, bitch, we'll squash ya. Don't know
me, fuck you, when you got big, but also got to clone styles and know Mo
T. See me rappin' on your TV, (actin'/hackin'). And it's a fact
that when you see us in person, think we won't flex or show you no action.
Down for mine. Got show a nigga time to time, so I figure I'll
slow down the rhyme. So they can understand I'm filled with so much
anger and pain, and if I'm touched, then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade,
nigga. Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm, breakin' niggas outta prison,
killin' all the guards. Whoo! Power to the people, givin' people
the power to put it down in your city, and fuck them hillbillies. Nigga,
I can't stand those muthafuckin' po-po, win when we start killin' these bitches
and takin' no mo'. Yeah. Mo Thug the only click that I claim.
Although, we are beyond the bangin', you can say I roll with a gang,
and just until your check is in the mail. So, nigga, continue with
the rotation.
Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.
Bizzy:
I hurt. I murder. Die. I hurt. I murder. Die.
Hurt.
Yeah nigga, we hollar about all of the murders. Look they did to (Tyrone)
feelin' the flow, and let it blow when pistols probably stay strong for Bone,
bitch, you fuckin' (...?...) with and in 1999 when ya meet up in New York,
bet it be no peace for release the beast, here to rip the streets and
get 'em all pissed, get (...?...) and you'll pay the fee. Me steppin',
retreat, you can lose your arms, better use your feet. Pick up my (?)
yeah, hear the pump erupt. We're corrupt as a four-dollar fuck, come
and get fucked up, and get up outta the county, nigga, get rowdy. You're
gonna die, disappear here, in an alley, reappear, -pear, off in Cali, and
you feel me down in (?) I done stalk like a madman, and we do shit in Cleveland,
with the band, now look at platinum, fuck the rap, they caught a bitch-made
hation, nowadays an occupation, so why you hate me? Still can't fade
me away. Go on, be gone. The point of view was made with the
sign, and murder them cops, let their body rott.
Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body rott.
Layzie:
How you see me when you see me? Drinkin' on Henessey and Remy.
Look in my eyes--my shit is dreamy; beggin' to Scotty, won't you beam
me up? I buck 'til gauge erupt, disrupt your order. Infantry,
y'all better expect annihilation, fuckin' around with an S-C-T. And
I better be a soldier, organize up, but they're lovin' just us, army, see,
full of harmony, and niggas, in thugs we trust. So, nigga, I bust,
so back up off me, givin' no mercy. Shit is critical, killin' you
individual with a Ouija-type ritual. I'm diggin' a ditch for all you
po-po who felt you could come and raid me, ain't no way be to safe. Nigga,
it's the army brigade. So, listen up, and hear what's spoken as I start
this locomotion, retaliate because we chokin', open showin' the Lord devotion.
Yeah.
Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body
rott.
Wish:
Now when your fuckin' with me, make sure you know what you're doin',
got niggas that know what they doin' rollin' with me. Infrared to your
head. Don't beg, you dead, we fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure
I'm free, so when you need me I can buck another day. It's a Bone thang,
better ride, ride. 'Cause when you're fuckin' Wish, you're gon' die-die.
Don't be surprised, Bone want your presidents, wanna run it all, run
all of it, all, fuck that dog, fuck that dog, 'cause niggas are superstitious.
Nigga don't point no gun, if you ain't gon' split. Click-clack
back be sound. These punks and haters is wrong. We buckin' 'em
down. Trust in me in harmony, I try peace. Eternally bless my
soul, Lord, and everybody that rides with me: it's from me to you.
It's from me to you [me to you]. 'Cause it's my point of view.
It's just our point of view[point of view, point of view, point
of view]. Yeah, and that's why I stay high. So high, so high,
like lodi-da-da-da, lodi-da-da-da, so high, so high.
Krayzie:
I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott.
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these muthafuckin' cops body
rott.
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