作词 : Fyffe, Henderson, Howse ... -Krayzie- YEAA Better back up off me/ ***** never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep ****in with these thugs/ thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A motha****in bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them ****** that you got wit ya I'm collected and quiet/ but surpise ***** i get LIVE jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN/ fittin to show these ****** a little somethin Reppin s*it for bone thugs, ***** don't test mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug ****** they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to/ and a ***** gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew I grab my **** let my nuts swang from my thang/ if you's a anybody killa *****, let the bullets rain DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain't you don got into some s*it/ with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click -chorus-(Krayzie) PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****IN em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em uo with me gun gun blast -Layzie- Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man/ that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man ****** talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a ***** stole they style BUT when a ***** show up these ****** bow down Pound for pound from the shoulders ***** I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG ****** OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you ****** believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta In the bushes c**ked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block ***** got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain't Nick Cannon/ ***** got M-11s SR-15s and i plan to let ****** have it **** this rappin, if it come down to it ***** disrespectin what's happnin/ my family my money my thugs myself my ***** i'm flat out blastin Countin out caskets on you bastards smas*in if I'm ever forced to bring the action/ ima ride down i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin Old fas*ioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy ***** 06/ fake ****** and real ****** in the real world just don't mix -chorus- -Wish- I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it Never met a sucka ***** runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ ***** runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you came We soldiers tight put up your stripes we'll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right/ I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof ***** fight fight Handle that, ***** handle that give back to the music **** that **** that/ reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head with a relapse Younger than most of you ****** so what? you die you die if i decide/ then we ride If it's on you rock a bye bye/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight Thuggstas no fools we know the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya -chorus-
作词 : Fyffe, Henderson, Howse ... -Krayzie- YEAA Better back up off me/ ***** never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep ****in with these thugs/ thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A motha****in bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them ****** that you got wit ya I'm collected and quiet/ but surpise ***** i get LIVE jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN/ fittin to show these ****** a little somethin Reppin s*it for bone thugs, ***** don't test mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug ****** they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to/ and a ***** gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew I grab my **** let my nuts swang from my thang/ if you's a anybody killa *****, let the bullets rain DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain't you don got into some s*it/ with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click -chorus-(Krayzie) PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****IN em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em up with me gun gun blast PUMPIN THIS LEAD ****in em uo with me gun gun blast -Layzie- Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man/ that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man ****** talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a ***** stole they style BUT when a ***** show up these ****** bow down Pound for pound from the shoulders ***** I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG ****** OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you ****** believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta In the bushes c**ked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block ***** got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain't Nick Cannon/ ***** got M-11s SR-15s and i plan to let ****** have it **** this rappin, if it come down to it ***** disrespectin what's happnin/ my family my money my thugs myself my ***** i'm flat out blastin Countin out caskets on you bastards smas*in if I'm ever forced to bring the action/ ima ride down i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin Old fas*ioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy ***** 06/ fake ****** and real ****** in the real world just don't mix -chorus- -Wish- I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it Never met a sucka ***** runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ ***** runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you came We soldiers tight put up your stripes we'll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right/ I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof ***** fight fight Handle that, ***** handle that give back to the music **** that **** that/ reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head with a relapse Younger than most of you ****** so what? you die you die if i decide/ then we ride If it's on you rock a bye bye/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight Thuggstas no fools we know the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya -chorus-
