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Bizzy: It's East 1999 time. |
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I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. |
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Is you ready for me magic? |
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Let 'em blast, and *****, bet |
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I bury, then move, true to the murder mo, gladly, 'cause the haters never had to have me, want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like |
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Layzie, Krayzie, probably |
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St. Clair babies, so hate me, but |
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I handle my business, so lately |
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I can handle my shady, kill 'em, but won't think |
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I'm a bomb again, not even if they put me in prison and give me time, |
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I'm ready for the killin', go get 'em, and |
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I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die. |
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Is he ready to lie if |
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I decide, lookin' at my killin' and decide to boom to go bye, |
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I'm gonna fly [fly], whom die they lie. |
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Flesh: Whom die they lie. |
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Krayzie: No mo' mercy . . . |
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Flesh: Whom die they lie. [Shot.] |
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Flesh: Now, who wanna go snitch? |
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Talk *******t about real trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin', and a ***** gettin' sick of all the playas, they hatin'. |
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Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth bull*******t and they lose, lookin' so deep in they eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin', but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin' up with gauges. |
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Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but |
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I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off later, man. |
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So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? |
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Then gotta switch to testin' |
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G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty bull*******t. |
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Y'all thought that you could ***** with the |
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Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and |
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I wish you would, *****, pop, (...?...) and have to show you through, when |
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Bone thugs comin' in, it's a headline. |
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Time to get on top of mountain top when they got (? ) all over this nation, world, and |
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I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. |
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Beat the *****as on their own line, don't make ' em tell it to ya twice, when you crack a grip, keep it real, but you sure will pay the price (?). |
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Layzie: Whom die they lie. |
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Krayzie: No mo' mercy . . . |
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Layzie: Whom die they lie [Shot.] |
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Layzie: Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky mutha*****a on a mission, got me |
