Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on [bad word] up
So to all you bustas out there, beware

Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Krayzie]
Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, [bad word]  gimme your [bad word] Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, [bad word] calm, I tried to stay thug
Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they [bad word]  now I just can't buy my bud
With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
Ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside
And I can't escape, some say it's a phase
If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge
It's a raid. Put your face to pave
If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed
Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said
 [bad word]  you better move quick back to the safe
If you wanna be killed try some stupid [bad word] And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but [bad word] 
Trail to the back with the money in the sack
Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail
Well, tickets I'm out the door
Hopped in the smug, and I break fast
Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
At last, [bad word] made good, and I got away smooth
Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks
Only description is that [bad word] with that leather face, fool
I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'
Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya
See, a [bad word] creep on [bad word] up

Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Layzie]
See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a [bad word] feelin' down
Steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid
Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder
That'll get a [bad word] locked the cage
Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause
What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a [bad word] But a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store
Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown
Cause tonight's the night
Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face
So a [bad word] can't be seen in the spotlight
Stole two cars, and I parked one north
Parked one east for the smooth switch
When a [bad word] bail, how the [bad word] he gonna tell if a [bad word] don't dwell in the same [bad word] 
Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene
And there's no one I can spot, so I get my [bad word] down
Looked around through the window, and I broke the [bad word] out with a rock
Now I jump my [bad word] in. Start to fillin' up the bag
And a [bad [bad word]  up on these diamonds
Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings
And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining
Went to the cash register, broke the [bad word] open
Grabbed all the money they had
And a [bad word] gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah
Got to let my niggas check out my bag
And I got away smooth, cause I had the [bad word] planned
And ain't no [bad word] get [bad word] up
That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid
Cause a [bad word] be creepin' on [bad word] up

Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves

[Bizzy]
Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little [bad word] Ripsta on this lick and bang bang [bad word] that's the click on my brain, ? another victim insane
Feel the murderous nerve
This twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me
Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis
Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me [bad word] this [bad word] must've been meant to be jacked, cause [bad word] me hostage
Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shoulda seen her tremble
Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms
It's just that simple. I took my conscience and fried 'em
Don't gimme no hassle, [bad word]  cause I've been scopin' for weeks
And I know y'all got some [bad word] Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'
Ladies and babies scream onto the floor
("Shut up and listen!") It's a jack move, fools
Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese
And answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', cause [bad word] are dyin'?
Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said
Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red
One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness
He made out with a smooth thirty G's
So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness
So with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up
Good stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to my thugs
Cause I done made it clean as [bad word]  and I flees the scene with a buck buck
Cause a [bad word] be creepin' on [bad word] up

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves