"HEATED HEAVY"
KRAYZIE BONE

Let 'em die.
Shoot 'em.  Shoot 'em.  Shoot 'em.  Shoot 'em . . .  
Shoot 'em if they, shoot 'em if they, shoot 'em if they, shoot 'em if they move [move, move].

Runnin' with the AK-47, watch 'em all fall down, down,
[1, 2, 3, 4:  Dead! ]
Runnin' with the AK-47, nigga what's up wit' y'all now!? [what's up wit' y'all now!?]

Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy.  Nigga love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em.

Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin' heated heavy bustin' niggas in the belly, then I follow with the .357, and then the automatic TEC'll get 'em.  Niggas love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em.  Hit 'em, and I really meant to split 'em.  Put these niggas on they ass like a overdose of penicillin.  Murda, nigga wanna pack a pistol with it.  We got a coffin that'll fit you in it.  The bullets come with it.  Heard a nigga 'posed to be on the stalk, so now we takin' caution when we walk.  A lot of niggas can talk, they better not be actin'.  Nigga betta show me some affirmative action.  'Cause I'm a take  it.  Maybe more, comin' through blastin' an innocent nigga.  You try to run and go back, 'cause, nigga, that crossfire's no lie.  Your muthafuckin' bullets fly by me blindly.  It's a hell of a war so muthafucka, bring it on, bitch.  Hell yeah, we been ready for the longest.  Who you gonna come with?  Yes, we sinnin', so nigga, to die, we gotta be ready [ready].  Got into the game, just a little too deep [too deep], now muthafuckas on the creep.  And I can't sleep until my enemies rest in peace, rest in peace.

Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy.  Nigga love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em.
Murda mo.  It's the bloody murda mo.

Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop to get the enemy and fuck up the cops.  This shit'll kill 'em on the spot.  Throw 'em in the lake--right off of the rocks.  And get the fuck away, don't get caught.  You better hurry, nigga.  G-O for what you N-O, so ho, come on.  Nigga, wanna see if it's real.  We got promos, stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum.  Get 'em inside 'em, hit the spine paralyze 'em.  Listen to the pistol when it whistles, spittin' many missles, splittin' niggas to the gristle.  Hit 'em in the middle of the forehead.  Is the muthafuckin' ho dead?  Oh, yeah!  Reload it!  M-11, 9 millimeters up in the front; pump stuck, when we jump out to run--they in the trunk.  I told ya--right up under my seat I keep heat.  You play me?  Don't forget, it's right next to my feet.  Never know what I'm a pull out and shoot when I reach, and y'all ain't leavin' the scene without bleedin'.  Stick it to 'em.  Nigga, give it to 'em however they want it.  Bring it to us, and it's brung back.  Trust us.

Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy.  Nigga love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em.
Murda mo.  It's the bloody murda mo.

Who ya gonna fuck with?  ThugLine?  Now it's the end of the song, and I drunk the whole bottle.  I been fuckin' with the killa liquor, sippin' Hennessey, and I got me the pin to see the fuckin' enemy that wanna put me deep.  Fear a nigga when I'm in the streets.  Bulletproof, but they can get me underneath or in the upper H-E-A-D, and I don't wanna be another casualty, so I gotta be much quicker to release, screamin' bloody murder, makin' muthafuckas eat the Mossburger.  Undertaker nigga, take 'em under to the Wasteland.  Leather Face up in the place.  You better pin a nigga Krayzie, Krayzie.  Never mistake me for these lames that be fakin', playa hatin', concentratin', so we eliminate and we erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em.  Erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em.  If you wanna get fucked up, nigga wanna get bucked up.  Jump.  If you wanna get fucked up, nigga wanna get bucked up.  Jump.  If you wanna get fucked up, nigga wanna get bucked up . . .

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