If you can accept it. You will leave those state troppers cluttered with their own barbaracks. If you can accept it. You will do something that will transform conditions here. So I'm not worried, this afternoon, however dark it may be (Yes) however difficult it may be. I know that it is true, the truth forever on the scafold, wrung forever on the thrown.
Krayzie Bone
I been tryin' to gather my niggas for battle, we outta control, we can't be handled/ We sick of police and the scandols/ .44 magnum bustin' at random at 'em (At 'em, at 'em...) Gettin' ready for the chaos soon I'll be bustin' my shit at the mayor/ If you get caught up with nothin' to say, the guages spray and break it down know where/ Before them attackin'/ I'm gonna relay all the bullets and shoot it/ If it ain't black, don't get reloaded/ Burn this bitch down, let's do this/ We ain't marchin', we ain't talkin', we keepin' our eye on the target/ So as soon as the shit get started we gon pop-pop-pop-pop that body, pop that body (We violent...) The Po-po don't want beef/ They want this war out on the streets with me and my T-H-U-G's/ Bitch, you freeze! You under arrest and you got the right to die (To die, die...) And guess who's pullin' the switch, and I can't wait to see you fry
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Got no luv 4 da law, but I shed blood for my dogs/ Got no luv 4 da law, but I shed blood for my dogs
-Intro-Martin Luther King Jr-
Today, it's time to stop singing and start swinging. You can't sing up on freedom, but you can swing up on some freedom.
Layzie Bone
I never did have no love for the system, man, them law ain't fin to protect/ I'm just a nigga tryin' to live the American dream/ But you want to arrest me and for what? Because I'm shinin' blingin' mad because I rhyme and sing, I do much money I do any gun/ Your pitiful life ain't got no meanin' and I know you schemin'/ L-Burna done got legit now/ Bitch, you sit on the ground, you get on the ground, you ain't talkin' that shit now/ Wanna spit rounds? You know the cop'll bring the regime and helicopter/ Strapped with Techs and Nines, for ones in the sky I got a grenade launcher/ Ain't nothin' to do today, so what I'm a do? I'm a bust on the cops/ Hit street light out on the block, dial 9-1-1 sit back and watch/ I can hear the sirens comin' I'm a teach these fools not to fuck with me and the outcome? Motherfuckin' casualties doin' one street until my brother free
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Bizzy Bone
United we stand, divided we fall for the same hood shit like snipers on Whitehouse lawns/ Want that good shit, niggas from Compton to Africa on that thug shit/ Reginold Deny? No comment/ I lost my blood with the cap of Karlos Davis thug/ I can't love shit, have the police spinnin', ain't givin'/ I'm above this, heat sensin' I know they' intentions with swarms, with my Smith & Wesson/ Pullin' the weapon and facin' the Lord/ Feelin' the spiritual ressurection through my palm/ In the storm with the allies I war/ No loans and scholarships just caliburs and clips/ On the block, warrior/ Plottin', no kingpin lists/ Flip burgers? I just can't see it/ Fill my face with grill with Bone Thugs and one night, no secrets/ Fuck the Feds! It ain't no love at all for 'em/ They pull me over with police dogs, they get my photo
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs N Harmony album Thug World Order (2002)