Playa hatin' [bad word] [bad word] man [bad word] dat
Man put that [bad word] out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no [bad word]  weed in court
(Man [bad word] dat man they got my [bad word] 
Man that [bad word] 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 [bad word] did it)

[Judge:] Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

[Some guy laughs]

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]

We had to get 'em up wid two [bad word]  side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my guage 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 (AAwwwwwww)
Get him up, and get up,
The bullets they start to get lit up,
Number one best start duckin' wid 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  wid [bad word] from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum 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 unconcious,
From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning,
Looking in the eyes of a judge,
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, wid 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

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10
Little [bad word] 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 [bad word] and ready to bail,
Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my [bad word] fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,
Gettin' ready for [bad word] When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshots
Cause them can't fade me guage,
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 [bad word]  in faster
Blast give my [bad word] double Zs the Mack-10
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they [bad word] 
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off [bad word]  got plenty ammunition
No missing listen [bad word] I'm bustin'
Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,
Niggas got to escape and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna' break [bad word] just can't test the Bone fate
We [bad word]  [bad word]  up to the front door barri-caded,
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode