Woke up this morning, fifty-five past six/ Eazy-mothafuckin’-E with a hard-ass dick/ Nigga plottin’, aahhhh, nigga schemin’, so don’t wake me, bitch, ‘cause i’m dreamin/ 1-8-7’s on bitches in my head/ Nigga up, snorin’ like fuck, sleep in fear/ Cock my nine, and i’m out the window, drunk as fuck and high off that indo/ Nigga, E, C-P-T., the O.G., and I really don’t think you wanna fuck with me/ Nigga walkin’ half up with nine in hand/ I gives a mad fuck, but they don’t understand, I wet ‘em up, wet ‘em up.../ Now, back to the mothafuckin’ set, creepin’, crawlin’, crawlin’, creepin'/ Don’t get caught sleepin
-Layzie Bone-
Sleepwalkin’, stalkin’, runnin’ with the guage up under this murderous spell now/ Consider me hellbound, crossin’ my path, I’ma drop this twelve-guage shell down/ On the road of destruction, guage eruption, creepin’ so i’m cautious/ Catch a nigga asleep, six feet deep (And) scopin’ out, peepin’, torture be makin’ me nautious/ Deeper than a ocean, man, hittin’ you with this potion, man/ Death runnin’ up from the left, bang! #1 in this murder game, insane/ See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl/ Watch out for the nightfall, when them come, mo murda be a nigga’s style/ Mo murda, nigga, me comin’ to serve ya/ Judgement, daily reepin/ Little Lay on the deep end, so me flipped with a spliff and I caught them sleepin/ Eternally soldiers up off of the Clair, keep it Ruthless, Mo Thug/ Little Layzie, your big boss, wanna floss on these, gotta make that cheese, yeah, nigga we gettin’ em
-Krayzie Bone-
(It’s on on on) Nigga, let’s killa, killa, killa/ Bodies they count, me buckin’ ‘em down, stay down/ Murder me style, me put him in the ground now, way down/ Steady flip when I bang, bang, man/ Flippin’, I roll with me gun/ Still it’s itchin’ to bang, bang, hang/ And it’s all the same/ They willin’ to serve ya mo murda, mo murda/ They think you to tangle but when they get mangled, rip all of your soldiers, scream, but nobody heard ya/ Then pop in the clip if you’ll lettin’ me dose off, ya lossed/ Creepin’, I’m drunk when I stalk me victim, sleepwalk with the intent to kill him/ Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood, put ‘em in the mud/ Don’t know what it was, but his guts was still drippin’ on me fuckin’ gloves/ Then I got me strapped up, straight jacked-up, but man, i’ll be reepin’, creepin’ up under your dome, it’s seepin/ When the sawed-off get to creepin’, fall victim
-Bizzy Bone-
Me stalkin’, chalkin’ up bloody victims/ Rest, the Ripsta, the sinister kill a nigga, put him in a river, body’s shiver, pump blood now/ Wanna rest with the Mo’s slugs buck ‘em on down/ What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried?/ P.O.D.’d when it comes to ride/ Creep out your seat, but don’t fall in the night/ Once inside forgettin’ about remorse, your curse’ll ride, cry now when I’m ready to lie down/ Then I wake in a mental state, somebody gotta die now/ I’ll pap pap, puttin’ a clack back in-a me gat/ Never to mention, never to mention, it’ll be over when I take a nap/ Me deadly/ But, then-a me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me/ And i’m on a mission of murder, roll city to city without no pity/ Well, I got a clique, see/ My niggas up outta the woods reepin/ Peep me, creepin up outta the corner, who just got caught sleepin?
-Wish Bone-
Once the Mo comes up, there’s gonna be murder/ Killa when the night falls/ And it ain’t shit to kill ‘cause I really don’t love ya/ Don’t run, run, run/ I like my knife, run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take ya life/ Straight Jacket is loose, creepin’ up to get ya, get ya/ But fo’ mo’ killas, #1, Leatherface, that pscycho and that killa, Ripsta/ Dippin’ me clip and me dumpin’, me ditch ya/ Thought he was dead but they saved him with stitches/When I come hard, lets kill ‘em all, niggas and bitches, leave no witnesses
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album The Collection, Volume 2