Chorus 2x:)
No surrenderererererer.
(Bizzie:) My nigga, just endin your business, so can I get a witness. Kill 
you, the fuck with popo cops. Started to get this, tried to get my shit and 
then you fucked up. They bucked and bang, niggaz ain't talking 'bout them 
thangs, thugs, rain, man hang, swang with a click tight clan. Come again now. 
They dropped down. When I'm off the block, fuck ya cops, me and Krayzie, 'bout 
to pull up on you daily, gotta get 'em up to the glock glock. So work on with 
me thugs and maintain. To the brain and thugs remain to slaing, whenever those 
came. And I won't injure, as one of my niggaz remember, no pretender, get red 
up on the Clair. Nigga fuckin no surrender.
(Chorus 2x)
(Layzie:) Me wantin a cop that here be a lick up for me, a victim and me stick 
up, pick up, rollin a nine ball, flippin that's while me trippin, bloody 
victim get 'em when the time calls, dog. Take 211s barely, thuggin on these 
niggaz wuevs, and balls. Fuck with the hoes, and come them popos. Nigga, that 
pig did peeped me. Me gotsta flee and creep on. BONE get gone, hit a wrong 
turn mash the gas and dash on. Jump outta the hottie. Move me body hittin them 
cuts and trails. Murda like we lunatics. Gotta make it back to Hazel Dell. 
Escapin illudin the chase, buckin me guage, so nigga remember, me killa...
(4x)
(Layzie:) Me no surrender...
(Wish:) Me killa me killa me killa.
(Chorus 2x)
(Wish:) Puttin me on my knees, tellin me move and I'm dead. Cuz I'm killin all 
ya'll bitches turnin them blue suits red. And then I'm comin to that funeral 
to shoot that bitch up. Because I know that's where ya bitch is, it's body 
meet up. Cop killas all up in that chest, I know what to do with a vest man, 
22 shots a killa, you don't wanna fuck with BONE nigga. And it really ain't 
shit to put a trigga round on coppers. Cuz if I go down, some of ya'll going 
down, cuz I'm going now, poppin. So muthafuck all coppers. Let me catch ya 
slippin nigga, bet I'll pop ya. Pop pop, pop pop, pop pop pop pop, pop pop, 
pop pop pop pop, pop pop, pop pop pop pop, pop pop.
(Krayzie:) Ya better believe it's judgment day, so nigga just throw your props 
in the air. Now kill 'em, kill 'em. Cap 'em like ya just don't care. And dig 
'em dig 'em. Creepin me peepin, gotta watch them popos sleepin, put 'em in 
deep, and got 'em me keepin, 'till a me reachin. Gotta get mine everytime. Cuz 
it be over in 99. So nigga get down for the crime. Gotta beat, more coppers 
dyin. In a line of fuckin with thugs, runnin this thang on me thugs. Tryin to 
cuff me and my nigga, we're gonna rip them guts and they all get in blood. 
Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga. Bitch, 
remember me killa, me no surrender... Me no surrender... Nigga ain't no 
surrender... Me no surrender... Don't make me put one in ya.... Me no 
surrender... Don't make me put one in ya... Me no surrender...
(Chorus 6x)