| Fuck 'em, let the law end
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| 'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
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| Coffins open, dump 'em all in
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| Fuck 'em, let the law end
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| 'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
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| Coffins open, dump 'em all in
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| Nine millimeters, .380's
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| You’re feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery
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| Come and get showed, there’ll be gauges and Uzis
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| Let us begin with bullets
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| Can’t none of ya break off a niggas from prison
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| And let 'em come with us — retaliation
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| We come and blast 'em with leather masks on
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| Let loose
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| You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair
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| These niggas is killers, try to feel us
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| Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland
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| We steadily creepin' on ya
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| And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep
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| Ho-check, you don’t wanna fuck with Bone
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| Let loose
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| Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it
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| Then he better shoot
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| Nigga never no 9−1-1 to your rescue
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| Never respect you, blowin' your chest through
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| Labelled as a menace, but I’m feelin' it again
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| And I’m in it to the finish, better check my manuscript
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| Killa, for realer, drug dealer, little nigga, cap peeler
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| Bailin' through the Land equipped
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| When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it
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| Jump off in my hottie
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| Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party
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| Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah
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| When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge
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| War anytime I roll
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| Come with the war, then you’re gonna get yours
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| Expect the four nigga ring yo doors
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| And don’t you diminish
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| Til I finish you with it or you would missed it
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| On the hit list, couldn’t resist it
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| Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it
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| To the po-po, you know;
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| Who don’t roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go
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| Lurk, better searchin' all the doors
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| Runnin' through crowds 'til I get to Mexico
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| Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent
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| Little Rip gets so sadistic it’s story of (story of story of)
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| Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen
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| Depend on me, let 'em leave
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| Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game
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| But I love the way the thugstas stay
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| And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops
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| You’ll be lookin' at a hell of a war
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| Muthafucka done rocked the boat
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| And we nigga fin to even the score
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| Nigga drank to much, took to much
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| No surrender, no you’re never gonna catch me
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| Never gonna catch me, catch me
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| I’ll keep runnin', I’ll keep runnin' for my life
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| And duckin' bullets while you’re tryin' to ruin me
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| 'Quicker the copper
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| The quicker my niggas’ll pull up and drop ya
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| We shot ya
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| We shot ya
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| Hey, my niggas boxed ya
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| My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'
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| Pac got his got headlight ahead of me
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| Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end
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| Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in
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| Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew
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| Oh, what I’m gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit
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| And never seen us shoot
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| If I could be the 187 on you
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| Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it’s on
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| For the next that get wrong
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| Here’s my TEC, and it’s on, they they won’t disrespect
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| Then sleep with the rest
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| Don’t even expect, cause you ain’t goin' home
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| Who’s next? |
| Bring it on, whoever wanna flex
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| Think it no thang for me get with you
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| All up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig
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| Your brain gon' hang
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| Fuck 'em, let the law end
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| 'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
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| Coffins open, dump 'em all in
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| Fuck 'em, let the law end
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| 'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
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| Coffins open, dump 'em all in
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| Fuck 'em, let the law end
|
| 'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
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| Coffins open, dump 'em all in
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| Fuck 'em, let the law end
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| 'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
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| Coffins open, dump 'em all in |