Bizzy:
ayo they comin' to get Rip? Equipped wit' my sawed-off, polish it off, until its 
replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially 357 me catch you, Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and 
you came, ain't shit changed, M11's grenades and an AK-47s, bang. 
Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to 
the bank, and you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon,you can 
conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with 
Jesus. He done creepin' deep, puttin those to sleep 'til raise up on my enemy. 
Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, spread 400 years of opression spread the message i aint finishes, diminished you so-called critics so fuck them 
billboards and the billboard status can kick it. You fucked-up for awhilefor 
today, but that was a trial. Man, and Idon't know how, style through with them 
crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to gather 
around, remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town, and onlya bitch would bite, now we 
gotta go now gotta go claim my style, ready tobeat you down, hittin' 
them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with 
Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, buck them flames, aim for the 
pressure point, a point where I break your head in.

Krayzie:
I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pinnin me , yo, but some nigga just told me, he put in your record, 
and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go 
seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild [wild]? 
"What an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get 
it, down. We see that you fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your 
ass around. Whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of 
the club, ready slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk,if I got it, we claim mo. 
Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that youcould get rid 
of us. Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin' you,doin' it, thinkin' you scared 
when the St. Clair niggas bust. Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga 
tried a 211, fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody 
but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come with heat. Nigga, please, freeze, put 
'em on 
they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these are the warriors, killas, 
destroyin' ya and You're gonna die.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, its a blue light.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, its a blue light.

Layzie:
Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. Let this be the reason: niggas from 
Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from breathin'. Time is up. 
You know you can't cap that thug who raps, steady put down, pay me, criminal 
mind stateof a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? nigga hear this. My niggas are down 
with murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my 
nigga, now bet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but 
artilleryshop, we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all 
day, won't action, playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck, 
bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop. The government's all on my dick, wanna see 
Lil Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, fin to rest in 
peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo' money up 
outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks, refuse the peace, and 
nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on.

Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I got Mo 
Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride with Bone, you 
ain't alone, nigga trust us. (?) be down on wicked streets I grew up on. Wanna 
sound like us, and none of you do. We come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You 
gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better 
watch out, watch out for them thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told 
you: it's comin'--Armageddon [new world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches 
ain't nothin', we none. Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know 
we gettin' our shit together. Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya 
go,ya go, ya go.