shoot Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue Never respect you, blowin' your chest through Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again And I'm in it
' with my bankroll Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes And I'm bettin' on me takin' no more losses Put 'em in a coffin, and they life
of a sudden Nigga you was off inna my hood I'm a, real thuggish nigga So a, I would have to kill ya so die Popped off to the coffin Pick up my pump
no shorts, no losses, man Way down, way down I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word Downing my fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb Get up to
' Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some Money, I'm gonna
s all good I still ball and I'm knowin' you knowin' No snatching, no souls, no nigga be showin' 'Cause as I'm flowin' already Gave my niggas a fifth
makes a difference I'm movin' yo' ass with tha quickness -Krayzie Bone- Now Krayzie Bone is rip (buck, buck, buck) fuckin' once It ain't a nigga to pick up a
meet you. (Chorus) Verse 2: I'm flippin' rippin' scripts over and over, to pass from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a
of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin' you a note A letter to
the runnin' Running from the law, baby you gotta believe me I said I'm tired, said I'm tired I said I'm tired, so tired, yeah I said I'm tired of the
just wont try Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun I'm FamLay and when my fucking chance come I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit
-ggas that dreamed it than real life'd it! I swear I've been through everything in life but a coffin they say sky's the limit, how b-tch? I'm moonwalking
yesterday I just seen him smile and laugh I'm stressing over little shit When I should be happy I can They say my music beating, cause I follow my heart I
first All I wanted to know, give me a second go One to five, I'm half alive Six to nine, I'm out of line Ten to twelve, I'm not myself By the millionth
Some times, I feel that I'm a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood
breach, hey, hey You better hold on Something's happening here You better hold on I'm gonna meet you in tompkins square A junkie ran down a lady a
's a devil in the corner and candy apple red, dressed up like a fire burnin through my head. I got a little closer and offered her a drink. She took