Body rott

Chorus 2X]
I say the war shouldn't stop
Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott (body rott) [bad word] the war shouldn't stop
Until these [bad word] cops body rott (body rott)

[Krayzie]
We paper chasers, smokin blunts
You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (like us)
Don't be so quick to test us
I'll be annoyed and might bust
I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija
So I can see
If maybe he can tell me
Why you're hatin on me, bitin on me
Why you want me
To show a [bad word] Leather Face, and he
Don't [bad word] around [bad word] He's a real buck 'em down [bad word] [bad word] rappin', how 'bout [bad word] wit me now [bad word] Nigga get ya checks from ya broads, get high
Then your broads sneak ya keys from ya niggas and ride
Everybody wanna party, even the niggas with a problem
Made [bad word]  we done solve 'em
Cause, [bad word] we'll sqaush 'em
Don't know me, [bad word] you when you got beef
But you also got to clone styles, and no motif
See me rappin' on yo TV actin
And it's a fact that when you see us in person
Think we gon flex, or show you no action
Down for mine, got to show a [bad word] time to time
So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme
So they can understand I'm filled with so much anger and pain
And if I drop, then I'll explode like a [bad word] grenade [bad word] [bad word] calm, time to ring the alarm
Breakin' niggas out of prison killin all the guards (Woo!)
Power to the people, givin people the power
To put it down in your city
And [bad word] them hillbillies [bad word]  I can't stand no [bad word] po-po
When will we start killin these [bad word] and takin no mo'?
Yeah, Mo Thug, the only clique that I claim
Although we all beyond the bangin
You can say I roll wit-a-gang
And dissin chin checkers in the making
So [bad word] continue with the rotatation (rotation, rotation, rotation)

[Chorus]

[Bizzy]
I heard. I murdered.
I heard. I murdered. I heard (heard)
Yeah [bad word]  we holler about all of the murders
Look what they did to Tyrone
Flippin the flow and let it burn
Without pistols, the police ain't strong
Finna bomb, [bad word]  you [bad word] wit all the black gat peeps
And in the 1999 when ya meet up in the end
Be it be no peace for the police
The (Biz!) here to rip the (streets!)
And get 'em all  [bad word] )
Get ??
We dont take (defeat!)
Me steppin (retreat!)
You can lose yo arms, better use yo feet
Jus pick up my cannon, [bad word]  yeah yeah
Hear the pump, it erupt
We're corrupt as the four, down to buck
Come and get [bad word] up
And get up outta the county, [bad word] get rowdy
(duck into battle)
Disappear-pear, in a ally
Reappear-pear, off in Cali
Can you feel me, daddy?
Proudly handle stuff like a man
And went through [bad word] in Cleveland
With the band
Now look at me platinum [bad word] the rap, and corner [bad word] made hation nation
Nowadays an occupation
So why you hate me? Still can't fade me away
Go on, be gone
The point of view was made with the song
And while they pop, I'm ready to bomb (bomb bomb bomb)

[Chorus]

[Layzie]
How do you see me when you see me?
Drinkin' on Hennesy and Remy
Look into my eyes, my [bad word] is dreamy
Beggin to Scotty, "Won't you beam me up?"
I buck, 12 gauge erupt, disrupt your order, infantry
Ya'll better expect annihalation [bad word]  around with the SCT
And I better be a souljah organizer, but they're lovin just us
Army see, full of harmony, and [bad word] 'In Thugs We Trust'
So [bad word] I bust, so back up off me
Givin' no mercy, [bad word] is critical
Killin' you individual with a Ouija type ritual
I'm diggin a ditch for all you po-po who felt you could come & raid me
Ain't no way to be safe [bad word]  this the army brigade
So listen up and hear what's spoken
As I start this locomotion
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