Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all…
Fuck with (Fall to death,death) the niggas with the guns and you
might get shot (get shot).Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun,
did you kill 'em all… You could (Fall to death,death) be
the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2]I
still be the thuggish ruggish, nigga. Dressed in all black
khakis, fatigues,and boots. Still don't give a fuck about
the law. Still run with a pump in mycar and fuck who you are!
You fuckin' with a couple of niggas that's
reallyinsane. I'm talkin' loco, Krayzie as hell—it
ain't just a name—It's the game.We done loosened up a
couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in mybrain.
Besides that, man ain't nothin' changed. Look at me
now, I'm still athug, nigga I still smoke bud. (You know)
You know I still represent St. Clairwig-split, shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thug. Niggas thinkin' I told ya butwe put it
down like that. And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we
do it,and keep on movin'. Guess who's back up in the
house? Original Clevelandcriminals niggas just send 'em
subliminal messages like "Murda, Mo MurdaMurda!" Never forgot
where we come from. Watch how you move your tongue. CauseI got
niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass and smash and
crash. Protectmy niggas forcombat, Leather Face at 'cha and
on your ass like I was a heat-seeker, quicklythe reaper peep you,
sweep you off your feet in Cleveland.LayzieI be the smoothest
lil' nigga, you can meet me (me). But nigga, you fuck
withme, then I'ma fuck with you. Introduce you to this
heat. I sweep the street.When I draw down, let me hear ya say
"Fuck the Law!" now. Rawest niggas in thetown, ready to thug and
go down. "Go pound for pound," nigga that's the motto.Let me
see you throw them things and if it's real, nigga, keep it
real. Show meyour game. I'm sure gon' claim what the
fuck is mine, my nigga I'll take it.Grab a player-hater by
the neck, choke him out and try to break it. Gimme yourmoney,
drop them keys, it's a jack-move bitch! And since you
haters ain't gotno business that's how we attack your
shit. Nigga we'll smack your bitch in themiddle of the
Grammy. And the media might ban me. Nigga this Mo Thug Family
isfor real.KrayzieGet 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you
kill 'em all… Fuck with (Fall to death,death) the niggas
with the guns and you might get shot (get shot).Get 'cha
gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all… You could
(Fall to death,death) be the first to feel the heat to see how
much we got (we got) [*2]BizzyPull it up, sit up, get up and
count up your money. 'Fore it all gets spent up.And you
wanna get rid of a hood bitch with game. And every bitch said
I'm agood bitch fuckin' with my wood grain. Everybody
still playin' that hood gamequiet. (quiet, quiet, quiet)
Especially when it's tired. My environment
ain'tnothin' but niggas dyin' in them
chemical-fed injections in Jasper, Texas.Split up these niggas
off in different sections. Don't hate my message.
Destinyled to mimic, chastity for my daughter. Wad up a
nigga's sherm, and come listento the sermon. Swervin'
in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle. Buteverybody know I
got some problems. Had dreams of the Apollo. The fiends hadfaith
in me. Suckas wouldn't run. A nigga not insane. Niggas
still withme—Bone. Somehow they turn up. Run up and get your
sign. Run blindly, elevatethrough time, nowhere to hide.FleshOur
dawgs finna haul off lead, sawed-off head. Nigga, you
drippin', soakin'with bloodly body be beggin’ me. You
know what you should've capped like 2Pacwith a glock.
They're deadly. Better not upset my thug mentality, sucka.
Youknow you done fucked up, don't you niggas? Runnin'
up blastin' gas craters.What the fuck you thought you saw
with your head in the sky? Could it be abird, or maybe it's
even a plane. For the untamed, insane human, only the 5thDawg.
Fuck you thought, muthafuck fame, for the fact the shit is a
phat gamegoin' remain number one in the Land. Flesh,
strangle the gang. Bang-bang, bang!I dropped five guards in the
name of the Lord, I say. Now how many times will Ihave to slay
today? Will I raise my guage? Oh God ! How will I teach
'cha, butit's these tactics that he daily practice.
They gonna let you. Don't have it?Have it! Runnin' up
you sons of bastards! Blast it! We sons of assassins, matchit,
collecting more cash. That's true, you're feeling
that, niggas said all mybabies get a million. Struggle with a
villian, hit ‘em with a venomous blow! I call onmy mighty
archangel. Gonna surround my soul, but go with the calico yo! We
thetightest, you know Mo' the Mighty. Yes, trues humbly
united. My family neverdivided: Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug,
Millennium, 7th Sign. For the FBI, youwanna come test my
Enterprise? Bitch, you better go think twice, and open upyour
muthafuckin' eyes! These niggas can't fuck with the
5th Dawg, finnaparlay! Everyday stormin’ your way, you better
lay low, so you might just duckwhen I buck guage! Can't you
see my niggas having a ball all day. Since wehavin’ a ball all
day, muthafuckas player hate!KrayzieGet 'cha gun, get
'cha gun, did you kill 'em all… Fuck with (Fall to
death,death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot
(get shot).Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill
'em all… You could (Fall to death,death) be the first to
feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*4]
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