Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya You know we know, you don't wanna roll Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
[Layzie Bone] Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns, And we deep when we creep, never sleepin' And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb Now, that you know like that These niggas come around, they don't know how to act In fact, I'm at the track in the back With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade We straight, get high, so high, That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11, .357 Automatic weapons from my shelf These niggas wanna take my health and wealth Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners
[Krayzie Bone] Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah Niggas they get it then pissed off And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh We got something to put you back into your truck quick Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em' Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me My nigga, we know what ya thinkin' Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin' What have I got to make sure they lit him up good And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit) East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin' If somebody got beef, we got millions done made I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me (Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n, And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet I get plots on the riot riot bang That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't fuck with ya no more You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
[Wish Bone] Come on, come on, don't be shy Let's get high
[Krayzie Bone] We got that herb
[Wish Bone] If you want some, want some We got weed indeed, you need some, need some Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy But lately gotta roll with my gun Cause the haters they hate me Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid And quit playa hatin' That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it