I'm as sharp as a dagger and that's a fact so back up before I stab ya/ Make you stagger then I swagger to the back of my black truck/ Grab the pump pump (Pump pump...) and I put my back to the wall, then I blast it at y'all, we finna get up in your ass with the laws/ Come again say Outlaw and Bone Thugs in cahoots on the loose, rollin' through, so bow down, salute/ I stay shit with a kick with a shotgun/ And a nigga bitch be a bitch when they holla/ You ain't no battlin' nigga cause we'll rattle ya quicker, splatter your testicales, reload and shatter your kidneys/ Rather intensely, and now your chance of staying alive is getting dimmer/ Put a slug in your flesh, right in your chest, and let it simmer (Simmer) You know your 'bout to die cause your eyes looking glimmer (Glimmer) You drown in your own blood you should'a been a swimmer (Swimmer) The last nigga loc'n barrel smokin' I'm the winner (Winner) Nigga it's whoever wanna come fuck with Krayzie killa/ Fo realla the murder mangaler, strangeler, dangerous, aiming at your motherfucking cranium/ Staining em nigga with lyrics and I bet they feel like pain, I drench 'em like rain, blaze when I bring the pain (Pain) Runnin' up on us? Nadda/ We deadly as terricotta (-cotta) more potent than marijuana (-juana) poisonous like belladonna/ Drama when I pick my nine up there's consequences and repercussions, kill 'em all, flat out/ We come to draw blood, nigga
-Chorus-EDI-
Runnin' em, gunnin' em/ Outlawz, we runnin' em/ Runnin' em, gunnin' em/ Bone Thugs, we runnin' em
Young Noble
Hey yo, Young Noble I'm calm and casual, bomb like the average do/ The envy, tragical, I still rap nasty new/ The revolution comin', what you gon' be shootin' or runnin'? My crew is trained for gunnin' so just state your name and number/ Thug Brothers got one to put all motherfuckers/ Bone Thugs, Outlawz, we runnin' you motherfuckers/ In the, memory of Makaveli and Eazy/ Real niggas don't die, little homie believe me/ Meet me at Tha' Crossroads, don't cross no, we never on floss mo'/ Still sayin "Fuck the po-po's" We makin history, with a cult followin'/ You'd rather see me on the block, still coke swallowin'/ Everybody wanna be a Thug, but don't nobody wanna feel them slugs, and they don't get that love/ Uh, you young punks can't handle the truth, this a man in the booth/ Thug Brothaz cock and shoot