Krayzie Bone featuring Lareece, Young Dre, Asu, Kaymont
-Krayzie Bone-Intro-
(Get Out. Right back....) Yea. And you know it, you know it don't stop.
-Krayzie Bone-
My niggas is off, in this paper chase/ Its all off under my shoulder danglin, swangin/ Blazin, taken everything you came wit, murda/ If ya get in the way thats if ya don't cooperate we can hurt ya/ But you can lose your life today, for the pay/ Waitin for bustas bouncin on them switches/ Quiet but quickly sneakin while they flossin with them bitches/ Click click stick em/ Now get the fuck out, or your ass could be a murder victim/ Leave yo ass layin on the curb/ Take it you don't know, strippin/ Auction to pause, get the profit start anotha mission/ Nigga relentless with this crime thing, cause crime pays/ And fuck with one time say/ Ima make my pay my way till I die, yea....
-{LaReece} with (Krayzie Bone)-Chorus-
Cause I'd ride for it, die for it, lie for it/ {Anything I would} motherfuckin try for it/ (And if you see me bailin through you hood, we them crooked dirty niggas up to no good)/Cause I'd ride for it, die for it, lie for it/ {Anything I would} motherfuckin try for it/ (And if you see me bailin through you hood, we them crooked dirty niggas up to no good)
-Kaymont-
Brain, attempt to go to college and try to learn the trade/ I'm tryin ta hit the streets tryin to find ways to get paid/ Or should I pull a 211? Let you niggas reach Jamaica?/ Hit the block, cook up, wrap the pyramid paper?/ But whatever I'ma do I gotta make a decision quick, just when I was gonna trip my man hit me on the hip/ He put me up on game, he told me how these niggas cat/ What you might be in situations or you might just have to blast/ But fuck it I got the gloves, light mask, and gun/ About 12 a.m. he took me on a test one/ We hit the streets of L.A., I saw my first victim/ 500 V-12, best believe I'ma stick him
-Chorus-
-Asu-
(Krayzie dawg, come on) Sippin some Bacardi/ I heard there was some birds in the Y-Body bein phoney/ Look who the fuck just drove in/ Nigga pushin the Six, tan leatha cushion/ If its fat booty bitch (Damn), I gots to scratch at it/ Nigga slippin Su, we the ones that can help you fall (All fall)/ Leave the keys and the broad you better not mothafuckin call (Better not call)/ Cause where that? (Where that?) Lights and new draws, before you are here by confirmed officially foo' balled/ Fucked up, beyond all recognition/ Bests ta listen ta what I'm dishin, because its food for thought/ Now whoda thought thats the bitch he just picked up, from the airport?/ And in the trunk is six keys, uncut
-Chorus-
-Young Dre-
(Riduz!) Say Krayzie, watch these suckas in Escalators/ I lay they bitch down, give a fuck and I'll make Mary go round/ Feel really class, get up off yo ass/ Better make that call for cash/ See the strap, don't make me blast/ See yourself move or pap pap/ Survival of the fittest, clap clap/ Lights go out, thats that/ Niggas act like they woulda know they fuckin with niggas thoed out/ We bust them clips, better duck down trick/ Nigga don't get hit when the strap spit for the Riduh Clique/ ThugLine, frontline, bitch blazin/ Heavily heated evidently dome shots needed/ Chasin the cheese weeded/ Recognize took position/ Board of Commission seated/ Hated by many, mean it
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line