Krayzie:
Don't niggas don't wanna start [bad word]  Buck, buck to the bang.
Sendin' bullets to the brain, [bad word]  Yeah.
[bad word] that always at my city with me, now, who was that [bad word] they put in the plastic? [bad word] that thought he could bang.
That [bad word] s stuck. That [bad word] s blasted. They got my man from
the Land. Never ran, I step with deadly men. If [bad word] a
little bit closer, I can turn you into sand. Now follow me, now
roll, stroll down to Cleveland. We thuggin', we theivin', we
put it
in deep, and the blood is seepin'. Got niggas in alleys, [bad word] niggas in badges. We say bang. Eighty-eight through the ten-five

(and Clair). St. Clair ain't [bad word] to [bad word] with. Pumpin', Krayzie
be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body. Me never knew one that
could flow with the tongue. [bad word]  to shoot up your posse.
My [bad word]  up out the woods, to get the goods.
Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die--that's [bad word]  up in
my hood. We killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun,
bust one, they done. Cleveland is where we from. Hearts--thugs have none.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really
no place [bad word] 
Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the [bad word] carry guns.

Bizzy:
Soon as I hit the scene, (?), feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't
have no [bad word] with original thugsta [bad word]  I be flippin' it
with me
tongue. [bad word]  Cleveland is the city where [bad word] from, and
I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs [bad word] from

none. Follow rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me
back. And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta niggas, with or
without my gat. Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools
East 99 style, fools. Me put it in mind on murderin' you,
followin' whenever me murderous [bad word]  Niggas that claim to bang
bang, when [bad word] to slang thangs, they do. They know
they cannot buck me, one of 'em sure to slug me, but they hope
the thug I be, Bizzy. Better let 'em him be or they'll see. [bad word]  hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really
no place [bad word] 
Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the [bad word] carry guns.

Layzie:
Livin' in the Land of the Heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin'
craps. Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they [bad word]  up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap. Soldier thugs
be pumpin' them slugs, defendin' they [bad word]  When they roll
up, niggas be creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats,
and try to pull a hold up, but [bad word]  now hold on. Wanna test
the
Bone? The gauge is shown. Any is mind blown, lookin' down the
barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome. Bone, clack
back me gauge in a rage, copper take these here rocks. Double
glock, my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever
the trouble knocks. Steadily hittin', me clean up, get lit up
for ready your soul to burn, and I blow your [bad word] up, get 'em
on the
get up, 'cause niggas must learn. Yearnin' to earn cheese. Ready
to die, so niggas can't take these. Wantin' to clock G's, want

to move keys, not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please. East
nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin' on this road to [bad word]  and

prison walls, testin' balls, for the cause, gotta get that sale,
and bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin', I get with my thugs. Rippin'
apart [bad word]  so [bad word]  don't start [bad word]  'cause we kill in the Land
of the Heartless. Die.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really
no place [bad word] 
Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the [bad word] carry guns