Featuring Maje$ty
(Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone and Maje$ty)
Majesty:
Ridin wit death.
Layzie :
We n*ggas rappin, but we still actin like criminals
Bizzy:
No more.
My n*gga now Majesty, these n*ggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum. You n*ggas betta expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock! glock!, real n*ggas dont stop. Pop! Pop! Put em in the mud, n*gga and your body rott. Top closin down on yo' caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy. Been puttin in work since a n*gga 13, puttin n*ggas like yo self off in a herse. See and I wont hesitate to kill ya, when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, f*ckin wit my thugs, and I'm needin my love, n*gga what! Bone fin to do a little damge, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that n*gga taking no shorts, smokin on the Newport. Your ghetto resource, and b*tch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My momma never raised no punks or hoes, jus reala n*ggas comin up snatchin souls for dough. And I kno yall m*therf*kas out there somewhere aint no where to hide makin m*therf*kas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist I be down to ride, yeah.
So, I'm ready for more
Maje$ty:
Ridin wit Death
Layzie:
We n*ggas rappin, but we still actin like criminals
Bizzy:
No more
I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin, now back up, Ima buck, get shakin. Deeply dreamin bout this dream and my daddy tol me it was comin, trapped in the form of a bad omen, it was written, I'll be runnin while turnin around, and blastin back to buck em, f*ck it, then came back, them fools didnt like that I'm ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the Mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin purses, you heard this and a demon told me b*tch, clonin lil Eazy n*ggas, so f*uck you arent original, mono y mono aint no subliminal. Hey, wit the regime and fatiques we ready to bleed , even when they sleep, catch me, caught me, must've seen. Then get yo azz next weekend.
So I'm ready for more
Maje$ty:
Ridin wit death
Layzie:
We n*ggas rappin, but we still actin like criminals
Bizzy:
No More
My mental seduction run yo whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseenin the barracks, checkin in. Punk azz copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin hay with conflicts that bite sh*t like microchips. I watched your rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fake rotten b*tch, when I spot em, Ima drop em.
Surrounded by violence, my n*gga I'm bound to just live a lifetime. The shrink wanna get inside my head, cause I'm amongst the walking dead. All I really said: if you n*ggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghost, f*kin with the mastermind of all time. Let a n*gga know we off in our prime and it gonna be that we til 1999. Criminal minded lookin for a style like Bone, but cant see me, just like Mike, everybody wanna be, me studyin every move a n*gga makin on tv. Easy duz it, do it easy, what is # 1 betta check the score. Here we go, n*gga dont wanna fight no more but I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.
When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin the scripture, picture lil Ripsta kickin get critical, and I'm seldom seen with the Hennessy, to the zip zip, speed to eighty-eight, zero one of my heroes, Jesus blessed me to be leathal with my automatic let you have it, you don't want to see any evil. Mutherf*ka, I'll take it to the people, then I'll meet you at the funeral. Get em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns. I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed I'ma get your soul.
You thinkin I'm slippin, when niggas itchin to rob me. Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin a couple of slugs inside me, but I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns stacking the, thangs so you gets none. Statics, Automatics. Want some? Come, come, come execution red rum rum see what you see in my eyes murda murda death defied, burnt alive, fried when they die. Nobody was able to find them, cause their bodies went up in a fire. F*ck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, cause I'm pumpin beats. N*gga betta believe we keep much heat up under seats, yea. Shoot em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet you bent it. We sent it. We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it. You thought you was flippin, but got KO'd, ring a ling get that ass up outta there. The undisputed thugsnharmony proved it. Kicked a couple of niggas asses. Gotta take off and stay still blastin, locked in a state penetentary, but dog that aint sh*t, betta make yo money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride and you get high dont let them haters run up.....