Player hatin' a** m************ man f*** that
Man put that s*** out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no m***********' weed in court
(Man f*** that man they got my n****)
Man that s*** ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
[Woman]
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999
[Judge]
Will The defendant please stand,
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?
[Bizzy]
No man
You know the m*********** did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off
Get him up, and get up,
The bullets they start to get lit up,
Number one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,
This perfect getaway,
From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,
Rippin' up the trench and,
I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
But I practice what I preach
And see that these slugs up in his body got him,
Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end
They set in, then they lead in,
They wanting me off in the coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,
From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,
Looking in the eyes of a judge,
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, with no parole
In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya
[Layzie Bone]
Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10
Little n**** Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,
Back from hell and ready to bail,
Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my n**** fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,
Gettin' ready for the rumble
When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them busters scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshot's
Cause them can't fade me gauge,
Gotta bust them souls in the grave,
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my n**** double Zs the Mack-10
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they a**,
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'
Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,
n***** got to escape and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna' break
n**** just can't test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard
So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.
Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got they selves into another jam
(Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)
[Krayzie Bone]
Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began with a rage and the gauge can't let go
They done labelled my n**** psychotic
b****** is got him sittin' on deathrow,
Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my n***** trail,
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,
Gotta get my n**** Rip out that cell, it's all over now,
How my n**** number one disguised as the preacher,
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival n**** so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech
Gotta let 'em know which way was on,
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick n**** what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence n***** got cut the f*** up,
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
All we was thinking is don't get caught
n**** like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,
Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,
Bailing back on with my troops,
I'm runnin' with 4 crazy n*****
That's down with they n***** they ain't scared to shoot,
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say f*** all these road blocks
Busted ah you, then put that b**** in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the b***on
That boy came out the trunk and,
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,
Back in the other direction,
Po-po came quick then heat up,
n***** blast at each other,
Open up they doors and they get they feet up,
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,
Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the n***** they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah n**** made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out,
Hit ah car so we can drive out,
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug n**** scream mo,
Took one ah my n***** off deathrow now we got one mo to go
(St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]
Man put that s*** out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no m***********' weed in court
(Man f*** that man they got my n****)
Man that s*** ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
[Woman]
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999
[Judge]
Will The defendant please stand,
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?
[Bizzy]
No man
You know the m*********** did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off
Get him up, and get up,
The bullets they start to get lit up,
Number one best start duckin' with ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,
This perfect getaway,
From the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences,
Rippin' up the trench and,
I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
But I practice what I preach
And see that these slugs up in his body got him,
Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dumb dumb I got yum yummed on the dead end
They set in, then they lead in,
They wanting me off in the coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconscious,
From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,
Looking in the eyes of a judge,
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, with no parole
In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya
[Layzie Bone]
Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, with that Mack-10
Little n**** Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,
Back from hell and ready to bail,
Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my n**** fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,
Gettin' ready for the rumble
When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them busters scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshot's
Cause them can't fade me gauge,
Gotta bust them souls in the grave,
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my n**** double Zs the Mack-10
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they a**,
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'
Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,
n***** got to escape and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna' break
n**** just can't test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard
So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming.
Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got they selves into another jam
(Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)
[Krayzie Bone]
Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began with a rage and the gauge can't let go
They done labelled my n**** psychotic
b****** is got him sittin' on deathrow,
Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my n***** trail,
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,
Gotta get my n**** Rip out that cell, it's all over now,
How my n**** number one disguised as the preacher,
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival n**** so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech
Gotta let 'em know which way was on,
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick n**** what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence n***** got cut the f*** up,
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
All we was thinking is don't get caught
n**** like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting with thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,
Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,
Bailing back on with my troops,
I'm runnin' with 4 crazy n*****
That's down with they n***** they ain't scared to shoot,
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say f*** all these road blocks
Busted ah you, then put that b**** in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the b***on
That boy came out the trunk and,
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,
Back in the other direction,
Po-po came quick then heat up,
n***** blast at each other,
Open up they doors and they get they feet up,
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,
Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the n***** they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah n**** made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out,
Hit ah car so we can drive out,
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug n**** scream mo,
Took one ah my n***** off deathrow now we got one mo to go
(St.Claire, St.Claire) [Repeat: x4]