Krayzie:
Fuck ´em, let the law end, ´cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump ´em all in.

Krayzie:
Nine millimeters, three-eighty´s, you´re feelin´ me kill ´em, ´cause I go with plenty artillery, cover your shit, it be gauges and uzis.  Let us begin with bullets, (can´t none of they) break out the niggas from prison and let ´em come with us--retaliation.  We come and blast ´em with leather masks on.  Let loose.

Wish:
Nigga, beware when your rollin´ down the Clair.  These niggas is killas that are fearless thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland.  We steadily creepin´ on ya, and you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep, ho-check, you don´t wanna fuck with Bone.  Let loose.

Layzie:

Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it, then he better shoot.  Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue, never respect you, blowin´ your chest through.  Labelled as a menace, but I´m still it, yes, and I´m in it to the finish.  Better check my manuscript: killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler.  Bailin´ through the Land equipped with a pistol grip pump shotty, shotty.  Jumped off in my hottie.  Nigga lodi dodi, rollin´ through your party, fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah.

Bizzy:
When I storm my cause up outta (?), get me, badge.  War anytime I (?). Come with the war, nigga gonna get yours, expect the four, nigga bring your (chrome), and don´t you start and not finish. You with it or you against it?  On the hit list, couldn´t resist it, nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it.  To the po-po, you-know-who don´t roll in a sixty-fo´ Impala.  Go look, better search, and out the door, runnin´ ´til I (found Mexico).  Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story how a warrior went down.  Thug, Little Rip gets so sadistic it´s story of . . .

Krayzie:
Killin´ for my niggas (steady got up in the pen, depend on me, let ´em leave.  Well, we better flee), set ´em all free.  Give up?  They can´t.  Nigga, follow me, bailin´ all the way to a thugsta´s street, and when our niggas really get to poppin´ at the cops, you´ll be lookin´ at a hell of a war.  Muthafucka done rocked the boat.  Now a nigga fin to even the score, nigga took too much [took too much] no surrender, no you´re never gonna catch me, never gonna catch me, catch me.  I´ll keep runnin´, I´ll keep runnin´ for my life, and duckin´ bullets.  Why you tryin´ to ruin me?  ´Quick it´s the cop, but the quicker my niggas´ll pull up and drop ya.  We shot ya.  We shot ya.  Hey, my niggas boxed ya.

Flesh:
My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin´, (black gat, there´s headlights) ahead of me, keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end, open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in.  Quit doggin´ all the juice, runnin´ loose for my crew.  Oh, what I´m gonna do?  Take a bite of the forbidden fruit and (never seen us) shoot.  It could be the 187 on you.  Flesh-n-Bone got the chrome, and it´s on, for the next that get wrong.  (Catch my TEC), and it´s on, ain´t about disrespect, you sleep with the rest.  Don´t even expect, ´cause you ain´t goin´ home.  Who´s next?  Bring it on, whoever wanna flex, think it no thang for me get with you, all up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig, your brain gon´ hang.

Krayzie:

Fuck ´em, let the law end, ´cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump ´em all in.