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Ok, order in the court People vs. Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, case number 360
1999 Will the defendant please stand Is there anything you wish to say
on this matter before sentencing Bizzy Bone? Naw, man [You know the
mothafucka did it] Well, the court sentences you to death by electric
chair...
We had to get 'em up with two Guns runnin' side by side With number one
bet I won't drop my page on When the po-po chase and catch Me they hit,
then I'm dyin' Wish grippin' the six shot pump some Spit it! Gotta let
all me lead off Copper thought that he had me cuffed Little Layzie blew
his head off You don't wanna get up The bullets they start to get lit up
Number one master thuggin' but I come already Buckin' my speed up Back
from the double glock With a finger of full rocks This perfect getaway
from the pigs But I'll peel when I hit the fences Creepin' up the
trenches I'm bailin' while they trailin' Better make hailin' an
assailant Ain't no tellin' where Those coppers be dwell One had spotted
me Picked up a piece and shot at me Better practice what I preach To see
these two slugs up in his body god Run with smoke coming from the barrel
of me gun Hit the bin oh when them dumb dumb mind got young dumb on a
dead end They sittin', then they let in They wanted me up in a coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin' I went unconscious from the
stompin' Takin' a loss and waking up in the coffin And from what I was
told they said I was tossed and to be arraigned at dawn and Lookin' in
the eyes of a judge He knew right where to put that thug Straight to the
cell With no parole In the hole, but I won't go Send me to death row
Watchin' the time by fly fast But never be sittin' mindless never
smilin' in silence hopin I die fast But chill! Sleep there gotta get
away quick that on a me reefa Somehow must beat ya So peep up the creep
of the reaper to meet ya Been on a mission flippin' the script betta
check when the page just blew in Better think again it's a preacher with
a grin On a mission for revenge with that mac-10 Let a nigga real clear
gotta pump them slugs in them cops That he made drop glock, went pop pop
With a lil' thug on the double glock Back from hell and ready to bail
Try to hit the trail cause they want my nigga fried Holdin' the bottle,
when I got a grenade Inside the squad Get ready for the rumble And heard
them mo' thugs pull in me gauge and laughter Keep buckin' 'em faster
All's I was thinkin' when I seen them busters scatter Better watch out
for them buck shots cause I can't find me gauge Betta' bust them souls
in the grave So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave Can't be safe I'm
buckin' And lil' ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast I blast Cause my
nigga never cease the mac-10 that a nigga gun gun blast on they ass
Gotta rip on their chests, through vests mac-10's sawed off eruptions
Got plenty ammunition not missin' Listen, destruction, I'm bustin' Cause
I'm makin that getaway, 'bout to get away Niggas got to escape And its
never too late When you try to dance you break Niggas just can't test
the Bone fate We steadily runnin', duckin' Comin' up to the front door
barricade it And I put a grenade, toss to the door let it explode and We
made it! Creepin' in the courtyard So Krayzie feel his safety comin'
Hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick Krayzie's tec 9 bullets on me
Well it seems as if dem boys Bizzy and Layzie have got themselves into
another jimmy... Well I'd love to see them boys get they self out of
this one...
As soon as I went in the smog Rollin real fast like a dog and it began
to the gauge And you just can't let go They done labeled my niggas
psychotic Bitches' has got him Sendin' em to death row Scoopin' up the
devil Creepin the scene when my niggas trail Givin' out 187 & bail Gotta
get my nigga ripped out the cell Its all over now How my nigga number
one disguised as the preacher Won't be pullin' no bible mission for
survival Niggas done creeped up Tec millimeter So fuck it up with the
alarm Now its on, lodgin' bones Sprayed off the tec, Gotta let em know
which way was home We got gone, but them police was pullin' up quick,
nigga wuz up Were bustin' first when ya get that burst Niggas get cut
the fuck up We're steady buckin', steady duckin', buckin' While I was
jumpin' All we was thinkin' is don't get caught nigga like me Get the
gun, run and gunnin' frontin' with thugs Gotta get through the smog Turn
around and we pump slugs Put 'em in the mug And all across my face is a
rhythm playin' blood Dodging the hoop Beginning to swoop Bailin' back up
with my troops I'm runnin with 4 crazy niggas cause this time these
niggas ain't scared to shoot Now were rollin' no more than a guy from my
wicked stop Cops surround Bone we load glocks They squeeze say fuck all
these road blocks We busted a U, then put that bitch in reverse And I
get the switch than I pushed the button That boy came out the trunk And
put it in drive so this leather boy buckin' Back in the other direction
For fuckin' with them beat up niggas Blast at each other Open up they
doors and they kick they feet up I jumped out of the car had to jump
over the hood Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods My niggas they
follow behind me We get away smooth A nigga made good Came up quick to
the ground and Waited 'till midnight till we ride out Hit a car so we
could drive out While we waited we all got fried out fool If you's a
thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream oh Took one of my niggas off the
front now we got one more to go
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