"NO SURRENDER"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
No surrender. No surrender.
Bizzy:
My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can
you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow. Startin' to kick this, gonna get
my shit, and then you fucked up. Me buck. Me bang. Niggas
ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs. Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click
tight claim, come again, now. They drop down when I'm off the block.
Fuck them cops. Me and Krayzie runnin' through the Boneyard,
daily. Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock, so I can serve me thugs
and maintain to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs. Long
live the dope game, and it won't end ya, as long as my niggas remember: no
pretender. Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No
surrender.
No surrender.
Layzie:
Not wantin' the copper to hit me, a lick up, found me a victim to
stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball, slippin' that's why me trippin',
bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog. Take two-eleven, bailin',
thuggin', knowin' these niggas well, then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here
comes them po-pos. Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees
and get my creep on. Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas,
and dash on. Jump outta the hottie, move me body, hittin' them cuts
and trails, runnin' like we lunatics, gotta make it back to (?). Escape
and eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember: me killa,
me no surrender.
Me killa, me killa, me killa . . .
No surrender. |
Wish:
Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead, 'cause I'm killin'
all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red. And then I'm comin'
to that funeral to shoot that bitch up, because I know that's where y'all
bitches is bound to meet up. Cop killas, all up in they chest,
and I know what to do with that vest, man. Twenty-two shots. I
killa. You don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga. And it really ain't
shit to pu1l a trigger on a copper, 'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin'
down, 'cause I'm goin' down poppin'. So muthafuck all coppers. Let
me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Krayzie:
Ya better believe it's judgement day. So, nigga, just throw your
pumps up in the air. Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just don't
care. When they come, they come creepin'. Me peepin'. Gotta
watch them po-pos sleepin', put 'em in deep in gutters. Me keepin'
'til a me rich and gotta get mine, every time. This'll be over in nine
nine, so, nigga, get down for the crime, gonna be more coppers dyin' in the
line of fire. With thugs when I be slangin' my drugs, tryin' to cuff
me and my nigga boy, gotta rip them guts, and lay your head in blood.
Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga.
Bitch, remember: me killa. Me no surrender.
Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender. Me no surrender.
Don't make me put one in ya. Me no surrender. Don't make
me put one in ya. Me no surrender.
No surrender.
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