Playa hatin' ass man fuck dat man put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be no muthafuckin' weed in court Man fuck dat man they got my man that shit ain't cool man "Okay in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Case number C601999 will the defendant stand Is there anything you wish to say on matter Before Bizzy Bone? No man You the muthafucka did it Well the court sentences you to death by chair
We had to get 'em up wid two Runnin' side by wid number one Murda mo drop my on 'em When the chase
If catch me barehanded, I'm done Rip's the six shot pump, so spill it Copper lettin' the off Copper thought he had me caught
Little Layzie his head off get him up, and get up The bullets they to get lit up Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun buckin' Bust me lead on the double 'n
Where the roll up for rocks 'n perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences Rippin' up the trench and I'm while they trailing Better in than in the cell and it ain't no telling
the coppers be dwelling One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and a me But, I what I preach and see that these slugs Up in his body got him, run, wid coming
From the ah, me gun Hit the bend, oh the dum, dum I got yum on the dead end they set in, then they lead in They wanting me off in the
Cops from everywhere was and wailin' I went unconcious From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the And no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put thug
Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly But Rip'll be sittin' mindless spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill, do, sleepa get put that on all me reefer Somehow must ya, so peep out the creep or The reaper will ya
Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the Betta check what the wind just in Betta think again, it's a wid ah grin On ah mission for revenge, wid that
Little nigga Rip, had to empty the Gotta pump them slugs up in them made 'em drop glock went pop pop Goin' out like a thug on the double
Back from hell and ready to Time to hit they trail they wanted my nigga fried Holdin' the when I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad Gettin' ready for the
I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter Keep buckin 'em all I was thinkin' I see them bustas scatter Betta watch out for them
'Cause them can't me guage bust them souls in the grave So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be I'm bucking, little reinforcements comin' in faster Blast give my double Zs the Mack-10
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on ass Gotta rip in them through vests Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty No listen destruction, I'm bustin'
'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to got to escape and it's never to late When you dash and tryna' just can't test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin' Comin' up to the door barri-caded And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it And we made it, in the courtyard
So Krayzie safety coming Hittin' the fence and jump in it From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets
it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie Done got into another jam Well I'd love to see boys get theyself outta this one
as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog And began wid a rage and the guage let go They done labelled my nigga Bitches is got him sittin' on
Scoping out the peeping the scene So when my niggas Screaming out one eighty and bail Gotta get my Rip out that cell, it's all over now
How my nigga number one disguised as the Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I the Tech millimetre, somebody done the alarm now it's on Bone, sprayed off the tech
Gotta let 'em know way was on We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga up Quick bust in when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up We bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
All we was thinking is get caught Nigga like me get the gun Gunning fronting wid gotta get to the smug Turn and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud
And all across my was the red that lay in blood Dodging the who, make the gun wid ah swoo Bailing on wid my troops I'm runnin' wid 4 niggas
That's down wid they niggas they ain't to shoot Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah we get stopped Cops Bone, we load glocks And squeeze say fuck all these road
Busted ah you, then put that bitch in And I get the swish and I the button That boy came out the and Put it in drive see Souljah boy bucking
in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up Niggas at each other, open up they doors And they get feet up I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the
'Cause I'm headin' for the woods So the niggas follow behind me We smooth, ah nigga made good Came up quick to the
Wait midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out we waited we all got fried out, fool If a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go
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