Shut up nigga, shut the fuck up nigga! Here they come, here they come. Duck down nigga, duck down (Shit). {There they are} Shit, come on come on {These assholes aren't nothin but predictable}. Nigga run for it, nigga make it {Freeze motherfucker!} Shit!
-Bizzy-(Krayzie)-Hook-
I'm Little Ripsta, I'm ...(Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night) Die, Die, Die (So must we buck them studio thugstas/ I'm) Willing and ready to ride
-Krayzie Bone-
Pop, pop droppin' them niggas with the glock gun/ Nigga, you best-a run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned/ One eighty seven lesson, nigga, we done told ya/ Ya fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers/ We lovin' that thugsta shit, so nigga, just throw your pumps in the air/ Throw your pump pump, put one in a copper like ya just don't care/ You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga/ Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs-peeler/ Fuck with the Ripsta/ #1, with the gun, come come, get some/ Senseless killa/ Fifth Dog and posse, run get gone/ Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on/ Krayzie put on one in your dome, and, nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on/ Cause nigga the sawed-off ain't full of shit/ Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man/ They givin' me what me need, man, when I lit my blunt, fold the niggas up in me hood, so when we smoke, smoke, smoke, get paid good, so we gonna blaze good/ So, come to the Land where all the thugs be real/ Them St. Clair niggas, they ain't no joke, so catch a slug or chill, nigga
-Hook-
-Cop-(Bizzy)-{Reporter}-
Lie down with your hands behind your back. (Nah, bitch, you lie yo’ funky ass on the ground, now.){The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.}
-Bizzy Bone-
Runnin' with gats and bats, so, nigga, don't test Rest or you’ll get a peeled cap/ Pap, pap that pump, better check that chump, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked/ Lil' Rip done grown up, the bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up/ Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold up, so many bodies me blowed up/ Nuts, bucks, and guts, nigga mistakin' they balls for dogs/ All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pole and flip on all y’all, and I never hold up, especially when them rosed up/ Better bring, get with them guns, run, now duck, get low down/ You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (Bloody) once you see the braids and skully, cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely/ What is it in ya, deep in the dead? And we get fried/ P.O.D'd when it comes to ride/ Creepin’ just deep, and then fall in the night, once inside forgettin' about remorse/ Your curse’ll ride, cry now when you’re ready to lie down/ When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now/ Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs
-Guy-(Guy #2)-
Man, he just all a sudden, jumped out the window. I didnt' know what was goin on, I was just walkin by. Just gotta bottle of wine, and I was walkin by and all I seen was jump when that lady yelled. I dunno what happened. (I saw his wife beggin him, she said "Don't jump" and he did. He sure had a problem, thats all I can tell ya. All I seen was him put the lady in the police car and drive away, I guess it was his wife.)
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~N~Harmony album E. 1999 Eternal
Some voice samples taken from the movie "Demolition Man" and "Faces of Death: Volume ?"