"HANDLE THE VIBE"
Krayzie:
This record starts, you should be clappin' your hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play. Can
you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Bizzy:
You comin' to get Rip? Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done,
'til it replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially
when me just happen to punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum
for? You crept and you came, ain't shit changed, daily weapons:
grenades and an AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you
went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think
fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon,you can conjure up, and see
if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus. He
done creepin' deep, but I love to sneak 'til raise up on my enemy.
Let's get pumps when I teach and heat ya, and mo' murder years of oppression.
This murder mess I'm finished, diminished you so-called critics and
fuck them billboards and the billboard status, me kick it. You fucked-up
for awhilefor today, but that was a trial. Man, and Idon't
know how, style through with them crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on
the groundwanting my people to gather around, remember the sound of
the rounds, came from my town, and onlya bitch would bite, now we can't
allow, then they won't claim my style, ready tobeat you down, hittin'
them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin'
with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, fuck the flames, aim for
the pressure point, a point where I break your head in.
Krayzie:
I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I really can't
see that people be peelin' me, yo, but some nigga just told me, he put in
your record, and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put 'em
in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river,
now, nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's what
you was thinkin' when you tried to get it, now. We see that you fucked
with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass around. Whenever
you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club, ready
slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk,if I got it, we claim mo.
Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that
youcould get rid of us. Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin'
you,doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the St. Clair niggas bust.
Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga tried a 211,
fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody
but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come in peace. Nigga, please,
freeze, put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these are the
warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. You're gonna die.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Layzie:
Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. Let this be the reason:
niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from
breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cap that thug who raps,
steady put down, pay me, criminal mind stateof a lyricist. Wanna
test nuts? We can hit ya. My niggas are down with murda mo',
real thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet
he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but artilleryshop,
we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all day,
won't action, playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck,
bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop. The government's all on
my dick, wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give
me no break, fin to rest in peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate.
No thanks. I got mo' money up outta the bank, these niggas are
stackin' our rocks, refuse the peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with
Bone, so come on, so come on.
Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause
I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you
ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us. (?) be down on wicked
streets I grew up on. Wanna sound like us, and none of you do. We
come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for
every heat you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out,
watch out for them thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told
you: it's comin'--Armageddon [Armageddon]. If we get our shit together.
Bitches ain't nothin', we none. Make this shit on the streets
for you to know, to know we gettin' our shit together. Better get your
shit together, 'cause when ya go,ya go, ya go.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
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