[Chorus 2X]
  I say the war shouldn't stop
  Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott (body rott)
  Nigga the war shouldn't stop
  Until these motherfuckin cops body rott (body rott)
    [Krayzie]
  We paper chasers, smokin blunts
  You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us)
  Don't be so quick to test us
  I'll be annoyed and might bust
  I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija
  So I can see
  If maybe he can tell me
  Why you're hatin on me, bitin on me
  Why you want me
  To show a nigga Leather Face, and he
  Don't fuck around nigga
  He's a real buck 'em down nigga
  Motherfuck rappin', how 'bout fuckin wit me now nigga
  Nigga get ya checks from ya broads, get high
  Then your broads sneak ya keys from ya niggas and ride
  Everybody wanna party, even the niggas with a problem
  Made-nigga, we done solve 'em
  Cause, bitch we'll sqaush 'em
  Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef
  But you also got to clone styles, and no motif
  See me rappin' on yo TV actin
  And it's a fact that when you see us in person
  Think we gon flex, or show you no action
  Down for mine, got to show a nigga time to time
  So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme
  So they can understand I'm filled with so much anger and pain
  And if I drop, then I'll explode like a fuckin grenade nigga
  Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm
  Breakin' niggas out of prison killin all the guards (Woo!)
  Power to the people, givin people the power
  To put it down in your city
  And fuck them hillbillies
  Nigga, I can't stand no
  Motherfuckin po-po
  When will we start killin these bitches and takin no mo'?
  Yeah, Mo Thug, the only clique that I claim
  Although we all beyond the bangin
  You can say I roll wit-a-gang
  And dissin chin checkers in the making
  So nigga continue with the rotatation (rotation, rotation, rotation)
    [Chorus]
    [Bizzy]
  I heard. I murdered.
  I heard. I murdered. I heard (heard)
  Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders
  Look what they did to Tyrone
  Flippin the flow and let it burn
  Without pistols, the police ain't strong
  Finna bomb, bitch, you fuckin wit all the black gat peeps
  And in the 1999 when ya meet up in the end
  Be it be no peace for the police
  The (Biz!) here to rip the (streets!)
  And get 'em all (pissed!)
  Get ??
  We dont take (defeat!)
  Me steppin (retreat!)
  You can lose yo arms, better use yo feet
  Jus pick up my cannon, nigga, yeah yeah
  Hear the pump, it erupt
  We're corrupt as the four, down to buck
  Come and get fucked up
  And get up outta the county, nigga get rowdy
  (duck into battle)
  Disappear-pear, in a ally
  Reappear-pear, off in Cali
  Can you feel me, daddy?
  Proudly handle stuff like a man
  And went through shit in Cleveland
  With the band
  Now look at me platinum
  Fuck the rap, and corner bitch made hation nation
  Nowadays an occupation
  So why you hate me? Still can't fade me away
  Go on, be gone
  The point of view was made with the song
  And while they pop, I'm ready to bomb (bomb bomb bomb)
    [Chorus]
    [Layzie]
  How do you see me when you see me?
  Drinkin' on Hennesy and Remy
  Look into my eyes, my shit is dreamy
  Beggin to Scotty, "Won't you beam me up?"
  I buck, 12 gauge erupt, disrupt your order, infantry
  Ya'll better expect annihalation fuckin' around with the SCT
  And I better be a souljah organizer, but they're lovin just us
  Army see, full of harmony, and nigga 'In Thugs We Trust'
  So nigga I bust, so back up off me
  Givin' no mercy, shit is critical
  Killin' you individual with a Ouija type ritual
  I'm diggin a ditch for all you po-po who felt you could come & raid me
  Ain't no way to be safe
  Nigga, this the army brigade
  So listen up and hear what's spoken
  As I start this locomotion
  Retaliate because we chosen
  Open showin the Lord his devotion
    [Chorus]
    [Wish]
  Now when you're fuckin' with me
  Make sure you know what you're doin
  Got niggas knowin, rollin with me
  Infra red to yo head, don't beg, you dead, we fled
  Gotta get away
  Gotta make sure I'm free so when you need me I can buck another day
  It's a Bone thing, better ride ride
  Cause when you fuckin wit
  You gon' die die
  Don't be surprised, Bone want yo presidents, wanna run it all
  Run all of it (all of it)
  Fuck that dog, fuck that dog
  Cause niggas is superstitious
  Nigga don't pull no gun if you ain't gon spit
  Click clack clack be the sound
  These police and haters is wrong, oh
  We buckin em down
  Trust in me, in harmony, I try peace
  Eternally bless my soul, Lord
  And everybody that rides with me:
  It's from me to you.
  It's from me to you (me to you)
  It's just my point of view
  It's just our point of view (point of view, point of view)
  Yeah, and that's why I stay high
  So high, so high like ladi-da-da-da
  Ladi-da-da-da, so high, so high
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