Let The Law End
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Krayzie:
Fuck 'em, let the law end, 'cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump 'em all in.
Krayzie:
Nine millimeters, three-eighty's, you're feelin' me kill 'em,'cause I go
with plenty artillery, cover your shit, there'll be gauges anduzis. Let us
begin with bullets, (can't none of they) break out the niggasfrom prison
and let 'em come with us--retaliation. We come and blast 'emwith
leather masks on. Let loose.
Wish:
You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair. These niggasis
killas, try to feel us thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland. We steadily
creepin' on ya, and you better believe that we bring that pap-papto your
doorstep, ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone. Let loose.
Layzie:
Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it, then he bettershoot. Nigga
never no 9-1-1 to your rescue, never repsect you, blowin' yourchest
through. Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' (?) and I'm in itto the
finish, better check my manuscript. Killa, for realer,drugdealer, little
nigga, cap peeler, bailin' through the Land equipped. When Igrips the
grip, pump, shot it, shot it, jump off in my hottie. Nigga lodidodi, rollin'
through your party, fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah.
Bizzy:
When I storm my cause up outta (?), get me, badge. War anytime I(?).
Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours, expect the four,nigga
bring your (?), and don't you (?) and I finish you with it or youwould
missed it. On the hit list, couldn't resist it, nigga, you riskit, here to stick
with it. To the po-po, you-know-who don't roll in a sixty-fo'Impala go,
lurk, better searchin' all the doors, runnin' 'til I (foundMexico). Go,
nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with (?). Little Ripgets so
sadistic it's story of . . .
Krayzie:
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 thegame, but I love
the way the thugstas stay, and when our niggas really get topoppin' at the
cops, you'll be lookin' at a hell of a war. Muthafucka donerocked the
boat, and we nigga fin to even the score. Nigga (?). Nosurrender, 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 whileyou're
tryin' to ruin me. 'Quicker the copper, the quicker my niggas'llpull up
and drop ya. We shot ya. We shot ya. Hey, my niggas boxedya.
Flesh:
My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin', Pac gothis got
headlight 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 thejuice, runnin'
loose for my crew. Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of theforbidden
fruit and (never seen us) shoot. If I could be the 187 on you.
Flesh-n-Bone got the chrome, and it's on, for the next that getwrong.
(Here's my TEC, and it's on) they they won't disrespect, thensleep with
the rest. Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home. Who'snext?
Bring it on, whoever wanna flex, think it no thang for me getwith you,
all up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig, your braingon' hang.
Krayzie:
Fuck 'em, let the law end, 'cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump 'em all in.
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