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[Krayzie] This track is tight you should be clapping your hands (clapping your hands) [4x] [chorus] As we ride by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play Can you handle the vibe [Krayzie] Pedal to the medal we see blue light [Bizzy] They wanted to get RIP fuckin wit my sawed-off Polish it all down till it replenish Soon As I'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you Buck at me bangin wit your magnum for You crept and you came and shit changed M-11's grenades and them AK-47's bang Nigga what you sayin you came and you went Now bet on the real it's all the way to the bank and you think Fin to get that gangster getting a demon you can conjure up and see If we get angels pinnin my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin those to sleep till I raise up on my enemies Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and 400 years of oppression Spread the message I ain't finished diminished you so called critics SongtexteAnd fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now I got to kick it breakin new ground wantin my people to gather around Remember the sound of the rounds came from my town That only a bitch would bite that we can't allow And they won't claim my style ready to beat you down Hittin them tombstones (sellin volumes) getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli pinnin my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure point And a point where I break your hand in nigga yeah [Krayzie] I beg your pardon my nigga but how do you know me I roll in your city and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me He put in your record and you was disrepectin off the T-O-P Should've put him in his coffin now go seek 'em and found pow pow Put him in the river now nigga who wild wild What incredible style that's what you was thinkin when you tried to get it down We see that you fuck with a daily crowd so nigga just turn your ass out Whenever you ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club Ready to slang slugs nigga done got to drunk and forgot that we claim MO' Nigga this shit is ridiculous just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us Buck you to hell it was nigga you down with us Nigga you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust Aw Fuck left his guts in my trunk nigga tried a 211 fucked around got 187 Niggas wit heat who could it be nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery We come in peace nigga please freeze Put 'em on they knees nigga don't even breathe and these Are the warriors killas destroyin ya you're gonna die [chorus] [Layzie] The hatin season ceasing agree nigga let this be the reason Niggas from Cleveland fin to get even steven stoppin you bitches from breathing Time is up you know you can't cop that thugs who rap fin to put down payments Criminal mind state of lyricist wanna test us nigga hear this My niggas are down with the murder mo Real thuggas and killas that claim I'm ready to win it my nigga now bet it be ripped to the finish everyday be the same But artillery shop stackin Bone got heat for Armageddon Ready for the war all day want action Playa hation steadily spray 'em Hit 'em with the buck buck bang my nigga this shit don't stop The government all on my dick wanna see little Lay Bone drop You see the policeman they give me no break Fin to rest in peace when they try to send me up state no thanks I got mo money up outta the bank these niggas are stackin our rocks Refuse the peace and nevertheless then you can roll with the bone so come on [Wish] When all goes down when all goes down you can count on me Cause I got Mo thugs Bone thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on Wanna sound like us Ain't nothing to do we come for you kiss mommy bye-bye you gone die And I got heat for every heat you bring you shoot we shoot Better watch out watch out for them thugsta thugsta niggas sneakin up on you I told you it's comin Armageddon (It's comin Armageddon) New world order (new world order) If we get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin we none Make this shit on the streets for you to know to know we gettin our shit together Better get your shit together cause when you go you go you go [chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania