[Intro]
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
[Man fuck dat man they got my nigga]
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
Woman: The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999
Judge: Will The defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?
Bizzy: No, man
[You know the muthafucka did it]
Judge: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase
If they catch me barehanded I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off (aawwwwwww)
Get him up, and get up
The bullets they start to get lit up
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double Glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway
From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and
I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling
One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me
But I practice what I preach
And see that these slugs up in his body got him
Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end
They set in, then they lead in
They wanting me off in the coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin' I went unconscious
From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn and
Looking in the eyes of a judge
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, wid no parole
In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill
Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
[Man fuck dat man they got my nigga]
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
Woman: The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999
Judge: Will The defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?
Bizzy: No, man
[You know the muthafucka did it]
Judge: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase
If they catch me barehanded I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off (aawwwwwww)
Get him up, and get up
The bullets they start to get lit up
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double Glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway
From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and
I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling
One had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me
But I practice what I preach
And see that these slugs up in his body got him
Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end
They set in, then they lead in
They wanting me off in the coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin' I went unconscious
From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn and
Looking in the eyes of a judge
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, wid no parole
In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill
Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya
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