Woke up this morning, fifty-five past six/ Eazy-mothafuckin�-E with a hard-ass dick/ Nigga plottin�, aahhhh, nigga schemin�, so don�t wake me, bitch, �cause i�m dreamin/ 1-8-7�s on bitches in my head/ Nigga up, snorin� like fuck, sleep in fear/ Cock my nine, and i�m out the window, drunk as fuck and high off that indo/ Nigga, E, C-P-T., the O.G., and I really don�t think you wanna fuck with me/ Nigga walkin� half up with nine in hand/ I gives a mad fuck, but they don�t understand, I wet �em up, wet �em up.../ Now, back to the mothafuckin� set, creepin�, crawlin�, crawlin�, creepin'/ Don�t get caught sleepin
-Layzie Bone-
Sleepwalkin�, stalkin�, runnin� with the guage up under this murderous spell now/ Consider me hellbound, crossin� my path, I�ma drop this twelve-guage shell down/ On the road of destruction, guage eruption, creepin� so i�m cautious/ Catch a nigga asleep, six feet deep (And) scopin� out, peepin�, torture be makin� me nautious/ Deeper than a ocean, man, hittin� you with this potion, man/ Death runnin� up from the left, bang! #1 in this murder game, insane/ See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl/ Watch out for the nightfall, when them come, mo murda be a nigga�s style/ Mo murda, nigga, me comin� to serve ya/ Judgement, daily reepin/ Little Lay on the deep end, so me flipped with a spliff and I caught them sleepin/ Eternally soldiers up off of the Clair, keep it Ruthless, Mo Thug/ Little Layzie, your big boss, wanna floss on these, gotta make that cheese, yeah, nigga we gettin� em
-Krayzie Bone-
(It�s on on on) Nigga, let�s killa, killa, killa/ Bodies they count, me buckin� �em down, stay down/ Murder me style, me put him in the ground now, way down/ Steady flip when I bang, bang, man/ Flippin�, I roll with me gun/ Still it�s itchin� to bang, bang, hang/ And it�s all the same/ They willin� to serve ya mo murda, mo murda/ They think you to tangle but when they get mangled, rip all of your soldiers, scream, but nobody heard ya/ Then pop in the clip if you�ll lettin� me dose off, ya lossed/ Creepin�, I�m drunk when I stalk me victim, sleepwalk with the intent to kill him/ Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood, put �em in the mud/ Don�t know what it was, but his guts was still drippin� on me fuckin� gloves/ Then I got me strapped up, straight jacked-up, but man, i�ll be reepin�, creepin� up under your dome, it�s seepin/ When the sawed-off get to creepin�, fall victim
-Bizzy Bone-
Me stalkin�, chalkin� up bloody victims/ Rest, the Ripsta, the sinister kill a nigga, put him in a river, body�s shiver, pump blood now/ Wanna rest with the Mo�s slugs buck �em on down/ What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried?/ P.O.D.�d when it comes to ride/ Creep out your seat, but don�t fall in the night/ Once inside forgettin� about remorse, your curse�ll ride, cry now when I�m ready to lie down/ Then I wake in a mental state, somebody gotta die now/ I�ll pap pap, puttin� a clack back in-a me gat/ Never to mention, never to mention, it�ll be over when I take a nap/ Me deadly/ But, then-a me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me/ And i�m on a mission of murder, roll city to city without no pity/ Well, I got a clique, see/ My niggas up outta the woods reepin/ Peep me, creepin up outta the corner, who just got caught sleepin?
-Wish Bone-
Once the Mo comes up, there�s gonna be murder/ Killa when the night falls/ And it ain�t shit to kill �cause I really don�t love ya/ Don�t run, run, run/ I like my knife, run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take ya life/ Straight Jacket is loose, creepin� up to get ya, get ya/ But fo� mo� killas, #1, Leatherface, that pscycho and that killa, Ripsta/ Dippin� me clip and me dumpin�, me ditch ya/ Thought he was dead but they saved him with stitches/When I come hard, lets kill �em all, niggas and bitches, leave no witnesses
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album The Collection, Volume 2
