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[Intro: Bizzy](You can't do that... ha ha) 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. (Yeah...) I say 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out, I'm finna clock out1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out, I'm finna clock out[Bizzy Bone:]Watch out for my glock though I'm in the war, chillin' with no rocks Cock sucker, motherfucker, see the snakes and he drop (Sss...) The shear magnitude, mad at you, sad for you and your's when I come screamin' up out the corner, never tell 'em about the carI walk alone, soft rrrope, fist, blaze the torchJump on the porch, hot lava, that's just kitchen cajun scorchTake on the army in my wretchedness, catch it (Let's go) Get to rappin'I got kids in this, with the four winds for the backin'And the troops are lackin', troopin'Who was the man with the mini-macIn the back pack and buck at the westcoast, fire spit out of the 'LacYeah, I like that, one true, they' gon' have to kill usThey can suck the devils nuts, if thay wannaI take the cuts cause I'm the realest in this motherfucker, hands right nowYou want the best? Do with the seed and his glory, I'll be aroundClown, if you wanna, huh, laugh all dayI'm serious, next dimension on the galaxy, hey![Chorus: Layzie]This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)[Layzie Bone:]Lil' L-Burna, I keep my thang cockedPop shots to The GlockSongtexteTime is still tickin' but this ain't the same watch got props locked from hip hopLock, stocks in big whop, ya'll know a nigga ain't flip flopYou hustle to make your moves, I hustle to get to the tip topLock and load it, and I'm classic like a throw backLivin' legends in your pressense, ya'll motherfuckers, ya'll know thatTake a picture like a (?)Gotta stay G'd up from the feet upI'm the trigger man for God's gunPlease believe in Jesus, he can free us from this crazy worldWhen you wanna see the beauty look at Layzie's girl, she just so beautifulAnd I love my kids dog, all about my biz ya'llEven if I fall, I can get up again and ballAll life long I'm a get up, get out and get itOn all my songs, I'm a make these niggas feel itWhat I'm building is these pyramids, ya'll better be takin' me seriousSome of ya'll ain't hearin' this, my heart is near and dear to this[Chorus: Layzie]This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)[Thin C:]They called my Granny Mable, feed her scraps from under the tableSaid it was good and healthy and now it's makin' us disabledOrganized genocide like cancer and HIV, made it your center for disease controlNow it's takin' tollFirst they put it in Africa, and then San FransiscoThe infamous death quota, they hate exposureThey just keep you blind from high class crimes, to the sinister minister dressed in white with an anti Christ mindNow this' your warning time[Cutthroat Raw:]That's already been rich, I got the upper hand on you niggas; Already been there and done itTake over your dark spots with guns to your stomachs, pillowcase over your face; Make niggas run itPop your partner in the leg, let you know we ain't frontin'Found the money in they shoes in they closets, all hundredsGet back to the dungeon where nobody's watchin'Instead of me breakin' bread (I'm a make my acomplise)[Chorus: Layzie]This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog) Aus Songtexte Mania