Krayzie: (This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin'your hands. Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands. As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstasplay. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, we see blue light. Bizzy: You wanted to get Rip? Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done,'til it replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous,especially .357, me punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and you came, ain't shit changed, daily weapons: grenadesand an AK-47, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet onthe real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think fin to get thatgangster, gettin' a demon, you can conjure up, and see if we get angelspinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus. He done creepin' deep,but I love to sneak 'til I raise up on my enemy. Let's get pumped for thepeeps in Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression. Spread the message: I'm finished, diminished you so-called critics and fuck themBillboards, and the Billboard status me kick it. You fucked-up for awhile fortoday, but that was a trial. Man, and I don't know how, style through withthem crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting mypeople to gather around, remember the sound of the rounds, came from mytown, and only a bitch would bite, that we can't allow, then they won'tclaim my style, ready to beat you down, hittin' them tombstones, (sellin'volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', mypistols steady, ready, fuck the flames, aim for the pressure point, apoint where I break your head in. Krayzie: I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll inyour city and people be peelin' me, yo, but some nigga just told me,he put in your record, and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in ariver, now, nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's whatyou was thinkin' when you tried to get it down. We see that you fuckedwith a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass around. Wheneveryou're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club, readyslang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk, if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, thisshit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid ofus. Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin' you, doin' it, thinkin' youscared when the St. Clair niggas bust. Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga tried a 211, fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could itbe? Nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come in peace. Nigga, please, freeze, put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe,and these are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. You're gonna die. As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision howthugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, we see blue light. Layzie: Now, hation season is ceasin', agree. Nigga, let this be thereason: niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitchesfrom breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that thug whoseraps steady put down payments, criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? Nigga, hear this: my niggas are down with murda mo',real thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my nigga, nowbet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but artillery shop,we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all day, won'taction, playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop. The government all on my dick, wannasee Lil Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, finto rest in peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks. Igot mo' money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks,refuse the peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, socome on. Wish: When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. Ifyou ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us, so I be down onwicked streets I grew up on. Wanna sound like us, and none of you do. We comefor you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for everyheat you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out, watch out forthem thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told you: it's comin'--Armageddon [it's comin'--Armageddon, new world order,new world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches ain'tnothin', we none. Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know we gettin'our shit together. Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, yago, ya go. As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision howthugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.