We had to get 'em up with two
Guns runnin' side by side
With number one bet I won't drop my page on
When the po-po chase and catch
Me they hit, then I'm dyin'
Wish grippin' the six shot pump some
Spit it! Gotta let all me lead off
Copper thought that he had me cuffed
Little Layzie blew his head off
You don't wanna get up
The bullets they start to get lit up
Number one master thuggin' but I come already
Buckin' my speed up
Back from the double glock
With a finger of full rocks
This perfect getaway from the pigs
But I'll peel when I hit the fences
Creepin' up the trenches
I'm bailin' while they trailin'
Better make hailin' an assailant
Ain't no tellin' where
Those coppers be dwell
One had spotted me
Picked up a piece and shot at me
Better practice what I preach
To see these two slugs up in his body god
Run with smoke coming from the barrel of me gun
Hit the bin oh when them dumb dumb mind got young dumb on a dead end
They sittin', then they let in
They wanted me up in a coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'
I went unconscious from the stompin'
Takin' a loss and waking up in the coffin
And from what I was told they said I was tossed and to be arraigned at dawn and
Lookin' in the eyes of a judge
He knew right where to put that thug
Straight to the cell
With no parole
In the hole, but I won't go
Send me to death row
Watchin' the time by fly fast
But never be sittin' mindless never smilin' in silence hopin I die fast
But chill! Sleep there gotta get away quick that on a me reefa
Somehow must beat ya
So peep up the creep of the reaper to meet ya
Been on a mission flippin' the script betta check when the page just blew in
Better think again it's a preacher with a grin
On a mission for revenge with that mac-10
Let a nigga real clear gotta pump them slugs in them cops
That he made drop glock, went pop pop
With a lil' thug on the double glock
Back from hell and ready to bail
Try to hit the trail cause they want my nigga fried
Holdin' the bottle, when I got a grenade
Inside the squad
Get ready for the rumble
And heard them mo' thugs pull in me gauge and laughter
Keep buckin' 'em faster
All's I was thinkin' when I seen them busters scatter
Better watch out for them buck shots cause I can't find me gauge
Betta' bust them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave
Can't be safe I'm buckin'
And lil' ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast I blast
Cause my nigga never cease the mac-10 that a nigga gun gun blast on they ass
Gotta rip on their chests, through vests mac-10's sawed off eruptions
Got plenty ammunition not missin'
Listen, destruction, I'm bustin'
Cause I'm makin that getaway, 'bout to get away
Niggas got to escape
And its never too late
When you try to dance you break
Niggas just can't test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin', duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barricade it
And I put a grenade, toss to the door let it explode and
We made it! Creepin' in the courtyard
So Krayzie feel his safety comin'
Hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick
Krayzie's tec 9 bullets on me

Well it seems as if dem boys Bizzy and Layzie have got themselves into another jimmy...
Well I'd love to see them boys get they self out of this one...

As soon as I went in the smog
Rollin real fast like a dog and it began to the gauge
And you just can't let go
They done labeled my niggas psychotic
Bitches' has got him
Sendin' em to death row
Scoopin' up the devil
Creepin the scene when my niggas trail
Givin' out 187 & bail
Gotta get my nigga ripped out the cell
Its all over now
How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival
Niggas done creeped up
Tec millimeter
So fuck it up with the alarm
Now its on, lodgin' bones
Sprayed off the tec,
Gotta let em know which way was home
We got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick, nigga wuz up
Were bustin' first when ya get that burst
Niggas get cut the fuck up
We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin'
While I was jumpin'
All we was thinkin' is don't get caught nigga like me
Get the gun, run and gunnin' frontin' with thugs
Gotta get through the smog
Turn around and we pump slugs
Put 'em in the mug
And all across my face is a rhythm playin' blood
Dodging the hoop
Beginning to swoop
Bailin' back up with my troops
I'm runnin with 4 crazy niggas cause this time these niggas ain't scared to shoot
Now were rollin' no more than a guy from my wicked stop
Cops surround Bone we load glocks
They squeeze say fuck all these road blocks
We busted a U, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the switch than I pushed the button
That boy came out the trunk
And put it in drive so this leather boy buckin'
Back in the other direction
For fuckin' with them beat up niggas
Blast at each other
Open up they doors and they kick they feet up
I jumped out of the car had to jump over the hood
Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
My niggas they follow behind me
We get away smooth
A nigga made good
Came up quick to the ground and
Waited 'till midnight till we ride out
Hit a car so we could drive out
While we waited we all got fried out fool
If you's a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream oh
Took one of my niggas off the front now we got one more to go

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