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(Bizzy)
My nigga just entered your business,
so can I get a witness?
Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow
Startin` to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up
Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain`t talkin` `bout them thangs.
Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim.
come again, now.
They drop down,
when I`m off the block,
Fuck them cops.
Me and Krayzie
runnin` through the Boneyard, daily.
Gotta give `em up to the glock-glock,
so I can serve me thugs and maintain.
to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs
Long live the dope game, and it won`t end ya,
as long as my niggas remember: no pretender
Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender.
(Chorus x2)
No Surrender
(Layzie)
Not wantin` the copper to hit me a lick up,
found me a victim to stick up, pick up,
rollin` the nine-ball,slippin`
that`s why me trippin`
bloody victim,
get him when the time calls, dog
Take two-eleven, bailin`, thuggin`, knowin` these niggas well,
then Bone`s fuckin` with the hoes,
here comes them po-pos.
Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on,
Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on.
Jump outta the hottie, move me body,
hittin` them cuts and trails, runnin` like we lunatics,
gotta make it back to Hazel daily
Escape and eludin` the chase.
buckin` me gauge, so nigga, remember:
me killa, me no surrender.
Me killa, me killa, me killa . . .
(Chorus x2)
(Wish)
Puttin` me on my knees, tellin` me move and I`m dead,
`cause I`m killin` all your bitches, turnin` them blue suits red.
And then I`m comin` to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
because I know that`s where y`all bitches is bound to meet up.
Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
I know what to do with that vest, man
Twenty-two shots. I killa.
You don`t wanna fuck with Bone, nigga.
And it really ain`t shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
`cause if I go down, some of y`all goin` down,
`cause I`m goin` down poppin, so motherfuck all coppers,
Let me catch you slippin`, nigga, bet I pop ya.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
(Krayzie)
Ya better believe it`s judgement day.
So, nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air.
Now kill `em, kill `em copper, like ya just don`t care.
When they come, they come creepin`
Me peepin`
Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin`
put `em in deep in gutters. Me keepin`
`til a me rich and gotta get mine, everytime
This`ll be over in nine nine.
so, nigga, get down for the crime,
gonna be more coppers dyin` in the line
fuckin` with thugs
when I be slangin` my drugs,
tryin` to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip them guts,
and lay your head in blood.
Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga.
Bitch, remember: me killa. Me no surrender.
Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender.
Me no surrender. Don`t make me put one in ya.
Me no surrender. Don`t make me put one in ya.
Me no surrender.
(Chorus till end)
