(OK. Ya. Whats hapennin?) Don't let that murder murder get ya make ya dead and gone gone ...(Ya, Comrad Criminals. Ya. Got my nigga Krayzie Bi-zone)
-Gangsta-
I'm that nigga so tell me how the fuck do ya figure/ That any of these niggas could be bigger/ I paid my dues I know the rules money rule everybody know that/ Niggas wanna follow that your baby mama swallowed that (What?) / Bitch wanna be down with the clique take your pick I don't mind if you choose/ The nigga with the braids and the fresh tennis shoes (Ya)/ Always jumpin outta somethin fresh/ Double S or maybe somethin European/ y'all niggas know y'all niggas be seein (Fa shot)/ Who bangin? Who slangin? Who claimin? Who rippin? who flamin nick namin the young homies?/ Put em on the set now they on the corner with the heat gettin wet (Wet)/ Dub S till I rest yall knowin (Yall knowin) pimpin and hoin the best thang goin
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Niggas always talk shit but they better get the fuck up outta my way/Don't let that murder murder get ya make ya dead and gone gone ...
-Krayzie Bone-
Now watch a nigga bring it hardcore/ And then I fuck him up and flip it put a little bit of singin with it/ But I'm willin to bet a million nigga anything I'm spittin, is probably the realest that you gon ever get it Thugline till I die/ Is muthafuckas soldiers or niggas just actin wearin fatigues cause it's a fashion/ Cause I don't know why these niggas thinkin they can put on some black khakis and figure they a villian/ Shit is gettin ridiculous/ Now where the real niggas at? Get em ready for the Hoo ride/ Start it when I shoot my nine and if I run up I hit em with the pump don't duck you're gon die/ And when the thugs ride by ya already know what you're in for/ Smokin bullets floatin out the window/ We don't need no infared nigga you just shoot in the crowd ya hit a couple muthafuckas in the head/ Hope you don't think just cause a nigga rappin that we gonna leave the guns at home oh/ So you can get your robbin on so what ya plottin fo/ Cause nigga Krayzie Bone keep his money by the chrome/ so nigga touch that dough fo fo gon blow you away/ And I don't bluff trust me heated heavy/ Blow em up roll em up show em that we don't play/ Bring it to em however they want it
-Chorus-
-K Mack-
Three criminals in the eighty rome/ Gangsta, K-Mack, and Krayzie Bone/ Heard about some niggas dumpin major zones/ We in the cut outta town that's the page we on/ We go zone to zone rock to rock take your spot set up shop and shake the spot/ Block for block boo ya hit ya with the Rueger/ (Three ghetto niggas with sixteen shooters)/ Faded, braided, tacked up with heat holders for cats with traps who try to cheat roll us/ whatever whatever we can do it how you wanna do it I'm married to rap and my strap til death do us/ Whatever you wanna kill (We can kill it) whatever you wanna spill (We can spill it)/ The 'Rads only mash with the realest so if you got coke on ya tongue you can feel this comin through with hot hoppers/ Gold finger poppers a blunt in my mouth and a trench coat mafia stopper for the niggas that's poppin shit/Got my hand in the stash and I'm cockin shit/ One more word outta you I'ma squeeze this shit /Fuck your shirt up make you bleed and pee and shit
-Chorus-
-Comrads-
The Comrads put it down for the niggas/ The Comrads put it down for the bitches/ The Comrads put it down for the riches/ The Comrads