"LET THE LAW END"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
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, it be gauges and uzis.
Let us begin with bullets, (can't none of they) break out the niggas
from prison and let 'em come with us--retaliation. We come and blast
'em with leather masks on. Let loose.
Wish:
Nigga, beware when your rollin' down the Clair. These niggas is
killas that are fearless thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland. We
steadily creepin' on ya, and you better believe that we bring that pap-pap
to your doorstep, ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone. Let
loose.
Layzie:
Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it, then he better shoot.
Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue, never respect you, blowin' your
chest through. Labelled as a menace, but I'm still it, yes, and I'm
in it to the finish. Better check my manuscript: killa, for realer,
drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler. Bailin' through the Land equipped
with a pistol grip pump shotty, shotty. Jumped off in my hottie.
Nigga lodi dodi, 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, nigga gonna get yours, expect the four, nigga bring
your (chrome), and don't you start and not finish. You with it or you against
it? On the hit list, couldn't resist it, nigga, you risk it, here to
stick with it. To the po-po, you-know-who don't roll in a sixty-fo'
Impala. Go look, better search, and out the door, runnin' 'til I (found
Mexico). Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story how a warrior went down.
Thug, Little Rip gets 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? They
can't. Nigga, follow me, bailin' all the way to a thugsta's street,
and when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops, you'll be lookin'
at a hell of a war. Muthafucka done rocked the boat. Now a nigga
fin to even the score, nigga took too much [took too much] no surrender,
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. Why
you tryin' to ruin me? 'Quick it's the cop, but the quicker my niggas'll
pull up and drop ya. We shot ya. We shot ya. Hey, my niggas
boxed ya.
Flesh:
My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin', (black gat,
there's headlights) 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
the juice, runnin' loose for my crew. Oh, what I'm gonna do? Take
a bite of the forbidden fruit and (never seen us) shoot. It could be
the 187 on you. Flesh-n-Bone got the chrome, and it's on, for the next
that get wrong. (Catch my TEC), and it's on, ain't about disrespect,
you sleep with the rest. Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin'
home. Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex, think it no
thang for me get with you, all up in your shit, quick when I split up your
wig, your brain gon' 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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