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    Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood
    Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up
    Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death
    Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up
    Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady
    Call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little Layzie
    Nigga don't wanna fight
    runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs
    Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya
    Faded a nigga that stepped up. Let's slip in some shit
    See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass
    had to blast that click-click
    Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave
    Puttin' them souls up off in them graves
    dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed
    Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain
    Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain
    Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept
    And I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin'
    danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest
    But you shoulda wore a vest, fool, 'cause the Bone don't front
    Nigga check or get wrecked
    Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC
    Loc'd out with the khakis and high techs
    Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man
    Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game

    Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
    Bone be me gang

    We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's
    known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage
    (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on
    So, leave 'em alone. They come
    They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blown
    Lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on
    You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh
    I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda
    You're runnin' up eye to eye with death
    Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss
    and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin
    Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em
    (winnin'/greetin') 'em with me nine, runnin' with thugs
    And hustlas and murderin' 'em every time

    Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
    Bone be me gang

    Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper
    reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper
    Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter
    Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver
    When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta
    Buck 'em. Buck 'em. Motherfuck 'em
    Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas
    So back up off me. No stack won't let me slip
    When a nigga start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard
    Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta
    Quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga
    My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast
    Get up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash
    Me can killa for free for homies and family
    Tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers
    It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop
    Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
    You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas
    Blood, me fillin' 'em ? me murder. I show no mercy
    Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see

    Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
    They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
    Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
    Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it
    Now, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click
    And now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back
    Tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash
    Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs
    And I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
    Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come, nigga, meet my hood
    And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta
    He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch
    Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run
    So the po-po don't catch up--nigga can't be arrested
    One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're feelin' 187
    Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and nigga that pick up Mossberg
    The quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman
    That's all you heard

    Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
    Bone be me gang
    Bang, bang, bang, bang

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