Bizzy:well it must be close to armagedon,lord knows.and I won't die by tha lesson you taught me.to pull out my wessun you brought me .and i'm not stressin it softly.get'em up off me,cuz one of em' is harmin and botharin me.in front of me gales ,I wont tell,give'em my lead.y'all cant stop me or pop me,nigga they got me f*cked up.wait'l pac gets skitsofranic and strandedtha damage by y'all and umm..you can follow me, but you dont really wannacuz I'm wanted and i'm wanted and no joke,tha fellaz and me,we can shut em all down.so face tha test put on vest than rollwhen I get tha thought fo tha murda mo,horrorwhen I did it to em for tha cause.I fittin to pull out my pistoland test a nigga wit minez,f*ck them niggaz its on.pull your pump,been seekin tha preacher done test me,bless them all,nigga get a chance to agresstha stress and all.lookin at death put tha dank in my breath,mu
Tha f*cka I'ma keep alltha sin in myself.cuz I'm within tha guest with thabest of our secrets.even tha allete of my thugs can they believe it.I can see ya defeated,if You really want me you2pac:I probly be punished fo hard livin,blind to tha facts .thugs is convicts in gods prisonhands on my strapprayin so father please forgive mepolice be rushin when they see me
I flaunt it, americas most wanted live on tvlike pleasure and painstuck in this game holla my namewe all gonna diewe bleed through similar veinsplease explain to me nowdont panic when my guns burstheard the last jam nigga this ones worsemy niggaz BONE held the chrome till I came homethug luv playatell these b*tch niggaz bring it on
I caught a plane out to Clevlandlate last eveninto help my niggaz clean up some niggazno longer brethin nowwhy dont you believe andhit the weed and greiveits a cold a
$$ worldniggaz kill you in yo sleepwatch me until they stop mebury, murda me, or drop me
I got thug luv for my nationwhile im bussin feel me
Layzie:lil' thug from the land nigga never ranmotherf*ckaz out to get me they dont understandits tha #1 nigga out with a nation of niggaztime to put in some work get into some dirtf*ckin around wit the bad Bone
Thugs -n- Harmony follow down the road we strollto meet Karma everything I do it seems to cause dramaready for the war like a night in my armor, bomb yaso quick to test us, nigga want to press me eat dustfor the love of the lust, niggaz bustin on uslit em up with the buck 12 gauge eruptionits the art of warputtin niggaz on the floorwhen Im commin through the doorbringin nothin but the terrorcausin so much pain to the nigga that daredtry to put a 12 up the airwith a nigga like Pac and a nigga like me gotta stay highthug luv till I die keep my prayer to the skybut im still in the hood smokin get friedso I beg the lord to save us allescape from the miserybless my niggaz in penitenturiessoldiers of the century
Krayzie:gotta give it to my niggaz who get downtalkin that dirt and we dont f*ck aroundbuck a couple of rounds and they be passin through and hittin the groundand now we caught up in the crossfirenigga, artillery thick and you dont want to get to f*ckin with thisstraight double aught for f*ckin with this
I reload and bucka little monigga seen for the popo woulnt even knowwho they lookin fothey dont know a mothaf*cka with Leather
Facehey man, she said a ran this-a-wayshe said I ran that-a-waythe hoes I neva know because I got awaya criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level sometimesso get high, and analize your crimecorrectly organizeand what results youll be suprised
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$h:nigga, cant feel the vibea nigga rap playa-hatin niggaz you gotsta dieits on and rideits over with Bone betta leave it alone
Mo Thug gonna crack they f*ckin domestill in tha hood where tha thugs playf*ckin with nothin but thugs manain't takin no shorts no losseswe crackin em down around my waygive it to em on another levelnigga, get a (??) your whole team of b*tches is deadinfared to ya head, you could beg , you could fledbut you still gonna be bloody redf*ck wit mine dont be seen in tha mulacause out ridin lookin for you for youbetta run for covernigga duck we about to bust straightgot the infared put it on his foreheadmake some moves and will send you homeput a card on the motherf*cker send him to his mommytell her he was dead wrong dead wronglord now we long gone
Bizzy:
Pac Pac runwith us run with us run with us
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