(Ohhh, Ooh Ooh... Whooo....) Fuck 'em let the law end (law end) cause we simply get the raw end (raw end) Coffins opened, dump 'em all in (all in) Fuck 'em let the law end (law end) cause we simply get the raw end (raw end) Coffins opened, dump 'em all in (all in)
-Krayzie Bone-
9 millimeters, 3-80's, you're feelin' me? Kill 'em cause I go with plenty artillery/ Cover your shit it be gauges and uzi's/ Let us begin with bullets, can't none of them/ Break out the niggas from prison and let 'em come with us; Retaliation/ We comin' blastin' with leather masks on; Let loose
-Wish Bone-
Nigga, beware when your rollin' down the Clair/ These niggas is killas that are fearless thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland, we steadily creepin' on you/ And you better believe that we bring that pap, pap to your doorstep; Ho check/ You don't wanna fuck with Bone, let loose
-Layzie Bone-
Nigga, bulletproof/ If a mother fucker pull it then he better shoot/ Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue, never respect you, blowin' your chest through/ Labelled as a menace but I'm still it, yes and I'm in it to the finish/ Better check my manuscript/ Killa for realer, drugdealer, lil' nigga cap peela/ Bailin' through Tha Land equipped with a pistol grip pump shotty, shotty/ Jumped off in my hottie nigga lodi dodi rollin' through your party, fin to show you this Mo! Thug bomber, yeah
-Bizzy Bone-
When I storm my cause up outta home/ Get my gauge, war anytime I bomb/ Come with the war nigga, gonna get yours/ Expect the four/ Nigga, bring your chrome and don't you start and not finish/ You with it or you against it? On the hit list, couldn't resist it/ Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it/ To the po-po; You-know-who don't roll in a '64 Impala/ Go look; Better search and out the door runnin' till I found Mexico/ Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone/ The story how a warrior went down/ Thug, Lil' Rip gets so sadistic/ It's a story of a warrior, warrior
-Krayzie Bone-
Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen/ Depend on me, let 'em leave/ Well, we better flee set 'em all free/ Give up? They can't, nigga, follow me/ Bailin' all the way to a thugsta's street and when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops/ You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war mother fucker done rocked the boat, now a nigga fin to even the score/ Nigga, took too much, took too much/ No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me/ Never gonna catch me, catch me
I'll keep runnin'/ I'll keep runnin' for my life and duckin' bullets, why you tryin' to ruin me?
Quick it's the cops, but the quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop you/ We shot you, we shot you/ Hey, my niggas boxed you
-Flesh N Bone-
My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin'; Black gats/ There's headlights ahead of me, keep me raw and fuck it, let the law end/ Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in/ Quit doggin' all the juice/ Runnin' loose for my crew/ Oh, what I'm gonna do? Take a bite of the forbidden fruit and never seen us shoot/ It could be the 187 on you/ Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome and it's on/ For the next that get wrong/ Catch my Tech and it's on/ Ain't about disrespect, you sleep with the rest/ Don't even expect cause you ain't goin' home/ Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex/ Think it no thang for me get with you all up in your shit/ Quick when I split
up your wig, your brain'll hang
-Chorus-
Available on the Bone Thugs N Harmony album Art Of War