Yeah…Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun

So let’s proceed with lychin’, yo

My uzi weighs a ton

So now you know what I’m bitchin’, ho

The weapon is kept in inside the trunk of the 9-ball

Put triggers on niggas

In rivers, that’s where they find y’all

So drop to your knees

That’s the position, assume it bitch

You slip and you’re soon to get

Fucked up by a lunatic

Decide to pack a gat

Well that’s the way I prefer

Your forty-four might do damage

But see my streetsweeper’s much worse

My shotguns are cocked

Make sure you’re stayin’ in line

Me twenty two is no fun

So let me play with me nine

I’m steppin’with the Enterpri$e

My only army brigade, and ifI drop

Then I just throw this like a hand-grenade

You see no pistol’s in the holster

Watch the dot’s on your forehead

I’m gunnin’ while you’re runnin

And there’s plenty of bloodshed

There’s no sympathy over killin

I already warned you

You crossed the path of a maniac

So now you’re a goner

Don’t ever step up in my face

‘Cause stupid bitch, you’ll get served

Get on my dick, and stop steppin’

I’m startin to loose all my nerve

Your thirty-eights, your forty-fives

Ain’t doin’ shit to me

Punk, ’cause once you’re disabled

Believe you’re gonna get stomped

‘Cause you ain’t nothin’ but a ho, and of course

I hope you get smoked. I put a gauge to your throat

And it is murder Bizz wrote

See, I’m unloadin’ while you’re foldin’ on your niggas

The usual, doublecross me

And I’ll bet that I’ll be laughin’ at your funeral

Now, see, I’m robbin’ and killin’ and stealin’

Makin’ a dope-dealin’, that’s what I do daily

‘Cause Layzie gotta make a livin’

And I don’t give a damn

I take your life for what you got

If you got what I want, then you gonna straight-up get shot

A bullet to your forehead, there be a couple more, bitch

Yeah, I perp like I’m your nigga just to get your ass misled

That’s when I rolled up in your house and take your shit away

Thought you had a friend, but I’m a nigga gettin’ paid

Real swift, here’s a gift, comin’at you is a bullet

The psychopathic nigga on the trigger, they gotta pull it

And I ain’t never had no gratitude

Layzie Bone be crazy killin’ with a ganksta attitude

Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin’ ’em down

Me breakin’ ’em down, man

Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin’ ’em down

Me breakin’ ’em down, man

Me breakin’ down, me breakin’ down

Me breakin’ down, man

Wish Bone, come down, man

Now we hittin’ niggas up, and we ain’t comin’ cheap

You wanna jump? Feel froggish, muthafucka, leap

We gettin’ drunk, start shit, drinkin’ sixty-four’s

I brought a liter. Where’s your posse?

Smack your fuckin’ ho. I got your bitch on my dick

Because I’m here for my cap down

When steppin’ through C-Town

You better be strapped down

The bigger my trigger

The deader your nigga is found on your doorstep

So how do you figure that you’ll be the one

To unload in my fuckin’ chest

So when you catch me steppin’

I got the weapon that is kept in on my hip and

Why you trip and find your clip

And tell your bitch to suck my dick

Wish Bone’ll pop that ass quick, fool

Don’t try to fuck with this ganksta attitude

Buck, me breakin’ ’em down

Once again me breakin’ ’em down

Krayzie Bone, come break ’em down

Krayzie Bone come break ya down

I’m steppin’ in my hood at night

and I’m low up on cash

So gimme everything you got

’cause Bone assult your ass

Oh, so you wanna play hero, sucka?

Fuck that shit. Die, muthafucka

Never showin’ favoritism when I’m blastin’

When I grab my gun

I play the role of an assassin

The K to the R to the A to the Y

To the Z to the I to the E

And steppin’ with Layzie Bone

Also the B-I-double Z’s up in the house

So come prepared

I ain’t talkin’ with rides

I’m talkin’ about with hand grenades

Pistols, uzis, and nines

So get the shit loaded up

You better be quick when you’re duckin’ out

I’m standin’ there smilin’

When I watch ya duck from the buckshots

I got some unfinsihed business

So won’t ya’s come up with me

K, bring the P-U-M-P

Lay, bring the G-A-G-E

‘Cause there’s this gang all down the way

We gotta put ’em in check

‘Cause that O.G. was talkin’ shit

I’m gonna blow his brain off his neck

We get up in the smug and start to ride kinda slow

And now we’re in their territory

So we let all our triggers go

Twenty niggas drop to the sound of that auto gun

I seen that O.G. gettin’ up as he began to run

I grab my nine; it’s time them niggas took a loss

Put on my mask, and turn the fuckin’ lights off

See, speeded up, right beside, and he knew he was hit

The last words that he heard was, “Rest in Peace, bitch”

Layzie Bone is the gangsta

And now you know it’s my occupation

The jackin’s in progress; it’s a critical operation

The object is murder

I’m the number one assassin, it’s Layzie Bone

I’ll put your ass up in a casket, bitch

Be aware when I’m steppin’ with the Enterpri$e

The money, we bankin’

‘Cause we them criminals organized

You’ll take what you got, and give a shot

And so watch me pick ’em

I hunt up a sucka, and then unload on my victim

It’s like, (gunshot) to his legs, (gunshots)

To his chest, another shot in the face

The nigga’s put to rest

Yeah, like I said

I’m never actin’ like a nice dude

We got them what?

Them ganksta attitudes. Nigga

(Series of gunshots)

Unit two requesting four additional units for shots fired (fired, fired)