Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa
Eazy-E:
Black n**** killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust
through the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate. n**** five
deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead n**** trapped in my
mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature,
'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 30.06 with the
scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. m****f****s
catchin' heat as I bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. The
evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the back slow and push lead
through that n****'s flesh. Ain't no hope when every n**** wants to be the
nine-milla, on the trigger, the black n**** killa.
Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black n**** killa, what's up? You ready to die? You
think you can f*** with them thug n*****? Come on, tell me the truth, n****.
Look in my eyes. b****, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, n****--Cleveland's
thuggish ruggish n***** still down with the thug s***. Buck, buck, bust. Let
'em know we still run this b**** just like an a**assin. Say, n****, we nice but
can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? n****, you know what we came
here for. You know, when we shot through the door, my n***** was serious,
playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show? Okay
n**** let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us on
video, seen us in person so here we go [here we go]. What is your problem? Here
come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm f*****' with
killas. n****, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you b******
thinkin' you realer.
Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready
to roll. n***** out tryin' to f*** with us, but I'm givin' you one
warnin'--that's a no-no. 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to
die, to die. n****, bye bye. Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon' run?
Naw. Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come, come. And
you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone
go pap pap. Really just out for the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of
y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "f*** y'all. f*** y'all, y'all, y'all
haters. All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters."
Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa.
Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these b****** daily. I'm a black n**** killa--that's what you can
label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna f*** with us. You can't touch
us. You ain't able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper.
n***** don't ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and s***** they soul like the
Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, sold over a
hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna
f*** with me now? Lay 'em all down when I creep through your town and clown. I
bet you feela this n**** behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
n**** killa.
Layzie:
['Cause dyin' be easy.] n****, you know what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big
guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. Aw, s***. Just
to let you know, man, that 187 for realer. We black n**** killas and down to
ride for E [E]. He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N.W.A,
n**** B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like
troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet
might hit you. Picture yourself in a coffin--so stiff and cold, full of
formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your a**,
simply for the cash. Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many
places. Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. Gimme my
s***e, s***, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and
holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that? And I'll hit you back. Little n**** just
wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some
n***** on corner 'r
ound sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my n*****' at
home playin' Bone. Could they rest in peace? My n***** sleep. Makaveli, Biggie
Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em
up. Shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, always [n****], always. That's why I
shoot 'em up.
Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa.
killa, killa, killa, killa
Eazy-E:
Black n**** killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust
through the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no pain as I penetrate. n**** five
deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead n**** trapped in my
mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature,
'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A 30.06 with the
scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. m****f****s
catchin' heat as I bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. The
evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the back slow and push lead
through that n****'s flesh. Ain't no hope when every n**** wants to be the
nine-milla, on the trigger, the black n**** killa.
Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black n**** killa, what's up? You ready to die? You
think you can f*** with them thug n*****? Come on, tell me the truth, n****.
Look in my eyes. b****, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, n****--Cleveland's
thuggish ruggish n***** still down with the thug s***. Buck, buck, bust. Let
'em know we still run this b**** just like an a**assin. Say, n****, we nice but
can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? n****, you know what we came
here for. You know, when we shot through the door, my n***** was serious,
playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show? Okay
n**** let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us on
video, seen us in person so here we go [here we go]. What is your problem? Here
come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm f*****' with
killas. n****, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you b******
thinkin' you realer.
Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready
to roll. n***** out tryin' to f*** with us, but I'm givin' you one
warnin'--that's a no-no. 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to
die, to die. n****, bye bye. Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon' run?
Naw. Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come, come. And
you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone
go pap pap. Really just out for the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of
y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "f*** y'all. f*** y'all, y'all, y'all
haters. All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters."
Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa.
Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these b****** daily. I'm a black n**** killa--that's what you can
label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna f*** with us. You can't touch
us. You ain't able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper.
n***** don't ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and s***** they soul like the
Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, sold over a
hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna
f*** with me now? Lay 'em all down when I creep through your town and clown. I
bet you feela this n**** behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
n**** killa.
Layzie:
['Cause dyin' be easy.] n****, you know what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big
guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. Aw, s***. Just
to let you know, man, that 187 for realer. We black n**** killas and down to
ride for E [E]. He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N.W.A,
n**** B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like
troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet
might hit you. Picture yourself in a coffin--so stiff and cold, full of
formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your a**,
simply for the cash. Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many
places. Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. Gimme my
s***e, s***, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and
holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that? And I'll hit you back. Little n**** just
wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some
n***** on corner 'r
ound sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my n*****' at
home playin' Bone. Could they rest in peace? My n***** sleep. Makaveli, Biggie
Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em
up. Shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, always [n****], always. That's why I
shoot 'em up.
Eazy-E:
killa, killa, killa, killa.