I'm as sharp as a dagger and that's a fact so back up before I stab ya make you stagger then I swaggart to the back of my black truck/ Grab the PUMP PUMP and I put my back to the wall, then I blast it at y'all/ We finna get up in your ass with the Lawz/ Come again say Outlaw and Bone Thugs in cahoots/ On the loose, rollin' through, so bow down, salute/ I stay shit with a kick with a shotgun/ And a nigga bitch be a bitch when it holla/ You ain't no battlin' nigga cuz we'll rattle ya quicker, splatter your testicales, reload and shatter your kidneys/ Rather intensely, and now your chance of staying alive is getting dimmer/ Put a slug in your flesh, right in your chest, and let it simmer (Simmer)/ You know your 'bout to die cuz your eyes looking glimmer (Glimmer)/ You drown in your own blood you shoulda been a swimmer (Swimmer)/ The last nigga loc'n barrel smokin' I'm the winner (Winner)/ Nigga it's whoever wanna come fuck with Krayzie killa/ Fo realla the murder mangaler, strangeler, dangerous, aiming at your motherfucking cranium/ Staining em niggas with lyrics and I bet they feel it like pain, I drench em like rain, blaze when I bring the pain (Pain)/ Runnin' up on us, nadda, we deadly as Terra-Cotta (Cotta), more potent than marijuana (Juana), poisonous like belladonna/ Drama when I pick my nine up there's consequences and repercussions, kill 'em all, flat out/ We come to draw blood, nigga
-EDI Amin-Chorus-
Runnin em, gunnin em Outlawz we runnin em/ Runnin em, gunnin em Bone Thugs we runnin em...
-Young Noble-
Hey yo, Young Noble I'm calm and casual/ Bomb like the average do/ The envy-tragical, I still rap nasty, new/ The revolution comin, what you gon be shootin, I'm runnin/ My crew is trained for gunnin so just state your name and number/ Thug Brothaz got 1, put all motherfuckers, Bone Thugs, Outlawz we runnin you motherfuckers/ In the, memory of Makaveli and Eazy/ Real niggas don't die, little homie believe me/ Meet me at The Crossroads, don't cross no, we never on floss mo/ Still sayin "Fuck the po-po's"/ We makin history, wit a Colt followin/ You'd rather see me on the block, still coke swallowin/ Everybody wanna be a Thug, but don't nobody wanna feel them slugs, and they don't get that love/ Uh, you young punks can't handle the truth, this a man in the booth/ Thug Brothaz cock and shoot!