Down '71

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-HarmonyCase number C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the muthafucka did it
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chairWe had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
When the po-po chaseIf 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 caughtLittle Layzie blew his head off 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 'nWhere 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 hell than in the cell and it ain't no tellingWhere 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 him, run, wid smoke comingFrom 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 coffinCops 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 thugMade 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 silenceHoping 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 yaBailin' 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-10Little nigga 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 glockBack from hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad
Gettin' ready for the rumbleWhen 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 reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction, 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
Nigga just can't test the Bone fateWe steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyardSo Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets hummingWell it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jam
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this oneSoon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrowScoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over nowHow my nigga number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the techGotta let 'em know which way was on
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'All we was thinking is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mudAnd all across my face was the red that lay in blood
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy niggasThat's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road blocksBusted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk and
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy buckingBack in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up
Niggas blast at each other, open up they doors
And they get they feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood'Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the niggas they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideoutWait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to goSt.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire
St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire