"GANKSTA ATTITUDE"
B.O.N.E. ENTERPRI$E
Krayzie:
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga! Yo, y'all
muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out, check this shit out: I
got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Bizzy Bone in the
muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone, and the muthafuckin' bomb is in the muthafuckin'
house. We gonna do a little something like this . . .
Yeah . . . Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun, so let's proceed with lychin',
yo. My uzi weighs a ton, so now you know what I'm bitchin', ho. The
weapon is kept in inside the trunk of the 9-ball, Put triggers on niggas.
In rivers, that's where they find y'all. So drop to your knees,
that's the position, assume it bitch. You slip and you're soon to get,
fucked up by a lunatic. Decide to pack a gat, well that's the way I
prefer. Your forty-four might do damage, but see my streetsweeper's
much worse. My shotguns are cocked, make sure you're stayin' in line,
me twenty two is no fun, so let me play with me nine. I'm steppin'
with the Enterpri$e, my only army brigade, and if I drop, then I just
throw this like a hand-grenade.
Bizzy:
You see no pistol's in the holster, watch the dot's on your forehead. I'm
gunnin' while you're runnin' and there's plenty of bloodshed. There's
no sympathy over killin, I already warned you. You crossed the path
of a maniac, so now you're a goner. Don't ever step up in my face,
'cause stupid bitch, you'll get served. Get on my dick, and stop steppin';
I'm startin to loose all my nerve. Your thirty-eights, your forty-fives
ain't doin' shit to me, punk, 'cause once you're disabled, believe you're
gonna get stomped, 'cause you ain't nothin' but a ho, and of course, I hope
you get smoked. I put a gauge to your throat, and it is murder Bizz
wrote. See, I'm unloadin' while you're foldin' on your niggas, the
usual, doublecross me, and I'll bet that I'll be laughin' at your funeral.
Layzie:
Now, see, I'm robbin' and killin' and stealin', makin' a dope-dealin', that's
what I do daily, 'cause Layzie gotta make a livin', and I don't give a damn.
I take your life for what you got. If you got what I want, then
you gonna straight-up get shot. A bullet to your forehead, there be
a couple more, bitch. Yeah, I perp like I'm your nigga just to
get your ass misled. That's when I rolled up in your house and take
your shit away. Thought you had a friend, but I'm a nigga gettin' paid,
real swift, here's a gift, comin' at you is a bullet. The psychopathic
nigga on the trigger, they gotta pull it. And I ain't never had no
gratitude. Layzie Bone be crazy killin' with a ganksta attitude.
Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down, me breakin' 'em down, man.
Bump, the Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down, me breakin' 'em down, man.
Me breakin' down, me breakin' down, me breakin' down, man.
Wish Bone, come down, man.
Wish:
Now we hittin' niggas up, and we ain't comin' cheap. You wanna
jump? Feel froggish, muthafucka, leap. We gettin' drunk, start
shit, drinkin' sixty-four's. I brought a liter. Where's your
posse? Smack your fuckin' ho. I got your bitch on my dick, because
I'm here for my cap down. When steppin' through C-Town, you better
be strapped down. The bigger my trigger, the deader your nigga is found
on your doorstep. So how do you figure that you'll be the one to unload
in my fuckin' chest. So when you catch me steppin', I got the weapon
that is kept in on my hip and, why you trip and find your clip and tell your
bitch to suck my dick. Wish Bone'll pop that ass quick, fool. Don't
try to fuck with this ganksta attitude.
Buck, me breakin' 'em down, once again me breakin' 'em down.
Krayzie Bone, come break 'em down.
Krayzie Bone come break ya down.
Krayzie:
I'm steppin' in my hood at night, and I'm low up on cash. So
gimme everything you got, 'cause Bone assult your ass. Oh, so you wanna
play hero, sucka? Fuck that shit. Die, muthafucka. Never
showin' favoritism when I'm blastin'. When I grab my gun, I play the
role of an assassin. The K to the R to the A to the Y to the Z to the
I to the E and steppin' with Layzie Bone, also the B-I-double Z's up in the
house, so come prepared. I ain't talkin' with rides; I'm talkin' about
with hand grenades, pistols, uzis, and nines. So get the shit loaded
up. You better be quick when you're duckin' out. I'm standin'
there smilin' when I watch ya duck from the buckshots.
Bizzy:
I got some unfinsihed business, so won't ya's come up with me. K,
bring the P-U-M-P. Lay, bring the G-A-G-E, 'cause there's this
gang all down the way. We gotta put 'em in check, 'cause that O.G.
was talkin' shit. I'm gonna blow his brain off his neck. We get
up in the smug and start to ride kinda slow, and now we're in their territory,
so we let all our triggers go. Twenty niggas drop to the sound of that
auto gun. I seen that O.G. gettin' up as he began to run. I grab
my nine; it's time them niggas took a loss. Put on my mask, and turn
the fuckin' lights off. See, speeded up, right beside, and he knew
he was hit. The last words that he heard was, "Rest in Peace, bitch."
Layzie:
Layzie Bone is the gangsta, and now you know it's my occupation. The
jackin's in progress; it's a critical operation. The object is murder.
I'm the number one assassin, it's Layzie Bone, I'll put your ass up
in a casket, bitch. Be aware when I'm steppin' with the Enterpri$e.
The money, we bankin', 'cause we them criminals organized. You'll
take what you got, and give a shot, and so watch me pick 'em. I hunt
up a sucka, and then unload on my victim. It's like, [Gunshot.]
to his legs, [Gunshots.] to his chest, another shot in the face, the
nigga's put to rest. Yeah, like I said, I'm never actin' like a nice
dude. We got them what? Them ganksta attitudes. Nigga.
[Series of gunshots.]
Unit two requesting four additional units for shots fired
[fired, fired].
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