Ridin’ with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin’, but still we actin’ like criminals.
Bizzy:
I’m ready for war.
Layzie:
My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum,
redrum, redrum.
You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you
the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don’t
stop. Pop, pop, put ’em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top
closin’ down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards
think we got mercy, puttin’ in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin’
niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won’t hesitate to
kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin’ with my
thugs, and I’m needin’ my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin to
do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of
course, I’m that nigga that’s takin’ no shorts, smokin’ on the
Newport. Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own
ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My
mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin’ up,
snatchin’ souls for dough. I know y’all muthafuckas out
there somewhere, ain’t nowhere to hide, makin’ muthafuckas feel the
vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride,
yeah.
Bizzy:
I’m ready for war.
Maje$ty:
Ridin’ with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin’, but still we actin’ like criminals.
Bizzy:
I’m a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap, can’t fade
it, we stay heavily sedated, comin’, now back up, I’m a
buck, get shakin’, deeply dreamin’ about this dream, and my dad told
me he was (?), dropped to the floor, (…?…) woman,
wicked, it was written, I’ll be runnin’ while turnin’ around, and
blastin’, better buck ’em, fuck ’em, then came back, them fools
didn’t like that I was ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the
Mack was talkin’ this and that about some of my incidents,
said I smoke and snatchin’ purses, (you were vicinity, now told me)
bitch clonin’ little Eazy’s niggas, so fuck you, you weren’t
original, mono y mono ain’t no subliminal. Hey, when a regime in
fatigues be ready to bleed even when they sleep, then catch
me, cops. He must have seen. Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.
Bizzy:
I’m ready for war.
Maje$ty:
Ridin’ with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin’, but still we actin’ like criminals.
Maje$ty:
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics
is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four
generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein’ the barracks,
checkin’ in. Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin’ hay
with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. I watched you ride the
rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin’, bitch,
when I spot ’em I’m a drop ’em.
Layzie:
Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I’m outta this, live of a lifetime.
The shrink wanna get in my head, ’cause I’m amongst the
walkin’ dead. All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna
bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got gone,
fuckin’ with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigga know we off in
our prime, and it be that way ’til 1999–criminal minded.
Niggas been blinded, lookin’ for a style like Bone, but can’t see me,
and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every
move a nigga makin’ on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1
better check the score. Here we go, nigga don’t wanna fight
no more, when I’m ready for you hoes, we’ll have to show.
Bizzy:
When the ghetto need me, I’ll be waited ’til the scripture pinch ya,
little Ripsta kickin’ get critical, and I’m seldom seen in the
Henessey, (…?…) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be
lethal with automatic, let you have it, you don’t want to see
any evil. Muthafucka, I’ll take it to the people, then I will meet you
at the funeral. Get ’em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is
the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with with guns, I’ll serve you
hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they
get killed, I’m a get your soul.
Krayzie:
You thinkin’ I’m slippin’ when niggas is itchin’ to rob me. Yes, they
want to give me bloody body–buck, pumpin’ a couple of
slugs inside me. But I’ll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and
a, stackin’ them thangs. All you gets none. Static’s
automatic fun, want some? Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum.
See what you see in my eyes–murder, murder,
death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No one was able to
find them, ’cause there bodies went up in a fire. Fuck they
family, try to creep, but you think I’m asleep, ’cause I’m pumpin’
beats. Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my
seat, yeah. Shoot ’em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you
already suckas, I bet that you bent it. We sent it. I’ll attest
for the murder. Real shit–we dealt it. You thought you was flippin’,
you got KO’d. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta
there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a
niggas asses, gotta take confrontations, still blasted,
locked in the state penetentary, but dog, that ain’t shit, better make
your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side,
so when you ride, and you get high, don’t let haters run up.