[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Flesh]
Better not be so quick test us
(May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)
Cause we'll come to kill ya, now
We'll kill ya, now
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, did that
And still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas
In my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?
Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"
No, I really wish a nigga would try to take what's mine
Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm one to follow what they say
"Oh, my!" but check it out, though
I done made enough money to buy me up a lot of weapons, y'all
And I meant to tell ya, I'm a weed head, stay high, nigga
So paranoia is a factor when a nigga wanna act up
Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he look at my size
Then they figure they gon try me
Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin'
Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'
Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate
And say that we ain't true to what we say
But then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate
We bang them fuckin' brains (we bang them brains)
But then, we switch subject
And fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick
Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style
Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town
It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
So here we go, got a gun - should I buck 'em on down?
Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?
Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh?
I'm so full anguish
Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it
But they can't get the hang of it
Yeah
Better not be so quick test us
(May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay)
Cause we'll come to kill ya, now
We'll kill ya, now
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, did that
And still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas
In my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that?
Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?"
No, I really wish a nigga would try to take what's mine
Cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times
You didn't think I'm one to follow what they say
"Oh, my!" but check it out, though
I done made enough money to buy me up a lot of weapons, y'all
And I meant to tell ya, I'm a weed head, stay high, nigga
So paranoia is a factor when a nigga wanna act up
Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he look at my size
Then they figure they gon try me
Like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin'
Or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'
Fuck 'em, I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate
And say that we ain't true to what we say
But then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate
We bang them fuckin' brains (we bang them brains)
But then, we switch subject
And fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick
Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style
Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town
It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals
So here we go, got a gun - should I buck 'em on down?
Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on?
Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh?
I'm so full anguish
Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it
But they can't get the hang of it
Yeah
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