Devil & Krayzie
That's right nigga (Double Glock) Mr. Leathaface (It don't stop) Ya'll niggas wanna be real (The bloody body rott) get caught up in some of this thug shit.
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This how the thugs and the hustla'z and gangsta's play, this how we roll (This what we do) That's how we roll
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Krayzie
Niggas was born and brought up in the hood, hung out with killas and crooks/ They showed the nigga how to cook the rocks and not to get booked by the cops/ Young, haulin' I'm 17, I'm on the corner with Burna, my dawg and niggas ain't got no place to sleep or to eat at all/ F**k that, pass that sawed-off pump/ Since we ain't got no dope to slang, partner, ya'll know what? We' like some motherf**kin' scavangers on they ass was scandalous and this is just a jackin' don't make it assault and battery/ In a stolen Caddy, jump out âWhat's up nigga?â We know you got some dough, what's happenin' nigga? You just sold to that crackhead/ I'm buzzin' of that motherf**kin' 40 a gutt/ Is you gon' drop the f**kin' money lil' homey or what? âOnly got 25 dollers manâ Nigga shut tha f**k up! Cauze you ahead a me 25 dollars, nigga I ain't got nothin'/ And did I mention (Listen) I ain't ate since Monday, today's Friday so nigga release them two tens and that five or you die today, die today
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Krayzie
Motherf**kers ain't ready for this/ I been told ya'll niggas, but now I got to come show ya'll niggas with a 9 millimeter heater, shit finna get violent, violent/ Deuce Double O Tre, f**k the Po-Po, FBI, and the CIA or any other motherf**ker wanna know what's up with Kray, hey/ Eat a dick bitch, out my way I got to go/ Gotta get the dough, pocket full of profit/ Cock it, watch it, I'm not the ho gettin' robbed, oh no! What I tell nigga âbout the 4-4, it blow/ How âbout anybody that f**ks with me, killa, pop pop! Drop to your knees nigga/ Didn't think ya see yourself bleed, did ya? Like a show, gotta a lot of pleasin' ya/ Manditory we run up and detatch niggas for everythang/ Just show me the money, when you hear the wind blow, you know it's blowin' at LeathaFace/ You know that's murda mo' nigga got to kill some more/ Nigga murda mo' nigga got to kill some more (For this thug shit)
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