This one for ya'll that don't get the picture/ We champions; rebels for realer/ You just don't get the picture, but you gone get the picture
-Tombstone-
Let's go, we follow y'know cuz if we go thugs follow ya know; family ties Mo! Thug magnetized outsiders wanna kill it off, but love's survivin' then split 'em/ Rumble, Watch 'em crumble/ We get 'em/ Let it be over; Cap peeler rollin' out the dark, another dog wanna start/ We bust lead in the heart/ I want to do it this way/ Keep my feet straight on beat 45 degrees; Rebels
-Sin-
Continue to transform; I morph/ We be the cause then the effecxt, project images usin' mind alterin' stimulants/ Deliverance from all concepts N' beliefs on the streets/ It was very hectic/ Unexpected events unravel as time flow by/ Smokin' mind blurry; Made third eye vision/ Take precautionary steps; Listenin' to me heart just in case it might stop/ Did you think that all this time, you died? You'd get a second chance at life/ Somebody must've told you; lied/ Jesus Christ, he wasn't white/ Devil is a hoax conjurred up by the ones who brought us here on boats on order/ Old slave mentality is broken yet N' still livin' hopeless/ Chokin' on pollution, it's useless/ But no excuses
-Layzie Bone-
Niggas is losin' ain't that a bitch...Now as I shift through the darkness, heartless turnin' sideways tryin' to blend with the wind/ Thuggish niggas to the end, to the end; Tombstone and Sin...
-Layzie Bone-
We warriors and rebels that's ready to ride for each other I'm ready to die for my brothers/ Lil' sneaky motherfucker, yeah you can look but bitch don't touch us/ Soon as I jump I'm pullin' out glocks, uzi's and pump/ Artillery thick/ Emptyin' clip to clip till you split/ Be talkin' that shit to the Mo! Thug click will get you dyin' straight done/ Sure as the beat will go on 'Stone bloody redrum, Sin (Bloody Redrum, Bone) come put some shit in the midst/ All these niggas cannot cope with/ Picture me rollin' while you hopeless/ Blamin' us cuz you cannot focus/ These niggas better give us some bizness/ Fuck this rappin' it's about respect/ You better not be so quick to test cuz homie that just might be your death/ And the moral to the story goes from Number One/ Nigga, don't start none, won't be none, cuz the war has begun
-Chorus-
-Sin-
I'm sick of runnin' from them coppers/ These pigs; they've got to die/ Buckshot Guage at a pont blank range/ Well I'm sure open wide/ Me be sendin' 'em straight to hell/ Well it's so quiet like/ Sawed-off eruptions continue bustin' still ain't nothin' but us killas disruptin' the silence of the night till in my life I die need a reason why/ I hide from busta/ Buck at times in bloody war/ It's a game but there ain't no score/ Oh boy, for the 99 I will lie in Hell/ Eternal sleep, several feet deep a nigga died will tell? Will a nigga like me will rest in peace or go spend my life in jail?
-Layzie Bone-
They told me the mission was impossible/ Got hostile right off the real/ Nigga forget your obstacle/ If you gots to know I gots lots of dough, servin' murder mo' ain't no optional/ Unstoppable, relentless, rollin' in Benz's/ Heater repeated weeded indeeded/ My nigga believe it, proceed with the liter; completed it's on/ Feelin' my Bone's motherfucker/ Takin' over this bitch entirely/ My desire to be a free tizey what you gon' lock me out of my diary? Whats' bothers me is my niggas, my niggas becomin' so bitches pathetic/ Now picture; We get it, we'll never forget it/ Leave you beheaded remember; we said it
-Sin-
Yeah bustas. Coppers gets no love in the hood we roll down. St. Claire nigga. We can do it all day. Oh, yeah, this is for ya'll that don't get the picture. Take your static elsewhere. Champions, rebels.
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Graveyard Shit album Still Waters