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, and 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 ghetto a lot of weapons, y´all. And I made it, takin´ out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, so 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 shyste 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 t
hug, 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 buck, haters guess with a gun, they change in 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 to gain control. Fin to rid your soul, creep or 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. Dip, 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: Let me up in 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 when 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.