[Verse 1: Flesh N Bone]
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan
We facing a situation while I'm [bad word] and scared
Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates
Or will I burn off in that lake now
Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake
How many wait 'til it's too late it's over now
Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable
Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'
Better plead to bloody Jesus
Watch how the majesty control it
Don't let it go slow down hold on
Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen
I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through you
Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm
I got designed when the world drop dimes
This world, you'll find there's no other like my kind

[Hook x4: Bizzy Bone]
Code Murder One, Code Murder One
Code Murder One, Code Murder One
Murder them more

[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
If the world should end today
Fully automatic gunning through it
Gunning thangs, [bad word] when [bad word] pain
Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollars
Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI
Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid
Making me nauseous, cautious these niggas is flossing
My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing
It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em
Who wanna magnum, who wanna tag 'em
Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby  [bad word] 
Smoked out in high school
Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken
Gotta get paid we in the kitchen
Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym
Hold on, [bad word] gun
Another fifth took one hood shot she split up
Talking bout the get up for everyone you lit up and hit up
So huff and make it settle

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Layzie Bone]
Make me push this panic button [bad word] 
We movin' like the Panthers in the sixties
Khaki suited booted my thugs [bad word] 
You with me [bad word] you wit me
Militant-minded, perfect timing it
Always on the incline and [bad word]  [bad word] that's down for the grind and [bad word] 
Keepin' real niggas rewinding this
Deep in the ghetto in the streets of Cleveland
We call it thieving mind deceiving
Hear the reasons for hustling season
Bottom line money is power
And the power mean muscle
Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
 [bad word] get down for his hustle his hustle hustle
Now [bad word] now what you gon' do when [bad word] for you
Well I'ma tell you right now what we gon' do
Scream M-O-and start blasting
 [bad word] never did like them boys in blue
No regards for authorities
Wanna dump a [bad word] up with the thorazine
Oh you invited to the bloody [bad word] [bad word] scene
Know what I mean you betta get with the team
Cause this is the soldiers ready for war [bad word] 
We from way down under [bad word] been waiting for the day
To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder
Got my mind made up, and if niggas straight balling up outta control
Just as those hoes [bad word] rose
On a mission tryna get that dough
Separated mine through prose
Open and close just like a case
Place to place you're feeling you're safe
HB all up in my face
And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe
I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war
Boy, boy I seek and destroy any [bad word] that throw the decoy
See me I'm stacked and ripping [bad word] 
Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats
Tattoos all over my body, seven on the stomach
Skull on my chest, nine millimetre in my pocket
Ready to buck on the crowd
As long as that one little [bad word] 
Sagging and bragging and talking loud
Talking about he bout it, bout it
 [bad word] I got yo whole clique
Real niggas [bad word] they mouth
Real niggas make moves and get rich

[Verse 4: Flesh N Bone]
Mobbing in an expedition
Thinking of a proposition
Settle [bad word] 
Feeling relentless [bad word] up gun condition
Mo [bad word] 
How many niggas on the frontline
Ready for whateva my [bad word] with your tech nine
 [bad word] disrespect mine
How will you lose the chalk
For marrow rip through thine spine
If you wanna listen to what I say
Hey gotta pay intuition
This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit
Cause, my niggas, to exquisite
I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson
Here's a nice slug for you
And my nitrogen glyc bomb
Can land on them newly morgue
I watch when they [bad word] stormin'
So when my one hit 'em up they fall
Let off with a little [bad word] bust my gun
Bullets haul

[Hook]