Body Rocc

[Hook: Krayzie Bone] [x2] I say the war shouldn't stop until they get down Body rocc (body rocc, body rocc) We say the war shouldn't stop until they get down Body rocc (body rocc, body rocc) [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] We paper-chasers, smoke blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of ruggish like us Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed, and might bust I'mma have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija So I can see if maybe he can tell me why you hatin' on me Bitin' on me, why you want me To have to show you Leatherface And he'll cut you down quicker He's a real buck-'em-down, getcha We be just rappin' but I'm down to scuff 'em, I don't hit cha Playas put your checks from your ladies, get high Then the ladies sneak your keys from the playas and ride Everybody wanna party, even the haters with a problem Hey, we done solve 'em, and quick, we'll squash 'em Don't know me, eff you, when you got beef But you also got to clone styles and no motif See me rappin' on your TV, actin' And it's a fact that when you see us in person Think we won't flex or show you no action Down for mine, got to show a busta time to time So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme So they can understand I'm filled with so much anger and pain And if I drop, then I'll explode like an army grenade in ya We ain't calm, time to ring the alarm Break the killers outta prison, splittin' all the guards (Whoo) Power to the people, givin' people the power to put it down in your city Mo be rollin' with me, feel me? I can't stand no dirty crooked po-po When will we get at 'em, revenge 'em, they takin' no mo' Mo' Thug the only clique that I claim Although we are beyond the bangin' You can say I roll with a gang And dissin' chin-checkers in the makin' You hear me, continue with the rotation [Hook] [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] I heard, I murdered I heard, I murdered, I heard (heard) Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders Look what they did to Tyrone Flippin the flow and let it burn Without pistols, the police ain't strong Finna bomb, bitch, you fuckin wit all the black gat peeps And in the 1999 when ya meet up in the end Be it be no peace for the police The (Biz) here to rip the (streets) And get 'em all (pissed) Get [?] We don't take (defeat) Me steppin' (retreat) You can lose yo arms, better use yo feet Jus pick up my cannon, nigga, yeah yeah Hear the pump, it erupt We're corrupt as the four, down to buck Come and get fucked up And get up outta the county, nigga get rowdy (duck into battle) Disappear-pear, in a ally Reappear-pear, off in Cali Can you feel me, daddy? Proudly handle stuff like a man And went through shit in Cleveland With the band Now look at me platinum Fuck the rap, and corner bitch made hation nation Nowadays an occupation So why you hate me? Still can't fade me away Go on, be gone The point of view was made with the song And while they pop, I'm ready to bomb (bomb, bomb, bomb) [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] How do you see me when you see me? Drinkin' on Hennessy and Remy Look in my eyes, they always dreamy Movin' the body as you toss it up I buck, the gauge erupt, disrupt your order Infantry, y'all better expect annihilation Come around this SCT I'm a soldier, organize up But they're lovin' just us Army see, full of harmony, so baby in thugs keep trust You know we bust, so back up off me Givin' no mercy, keepin' it physical Lettin' the instrumental go as I break through a spiritual Diggin' a ditch, all you po-po Who felt you could come and raid Ain't no way be to safe It's the army brigade So, listen up, and hear what's spoken As I start this locomotion, retaliation Because we chosen, showin' the Lord devotion (Yeah) [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Wish Bone] Now when your messin' with me Make sure you know what you're doin' Got playas that know what they doin' rollin' with me Infrared to your head, don't beg, you said We fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure I'm free So when you need me I can buck another day It's a Bone thang, better ride, ride Cause what you're messin' with, you can die-die Don't be surprised, Bone want your presidents Wanna run it all, run all, all Buck that dog, dog, I'm crazy, superstitious Don't pull no gun if you ain't gon' spit Click-clack-clack be the sound These police and haters is wrong (oh) We buckin' 'em down Trust in me in harmony, I try peace Eternally bless my soul, Lord, and everybody that rides with me It's from me to you It's from me to you (me to you) It's just our point of view It's just our point of view (point of view, point of view) Yeah, and that's why I stay right So right, so right Had me feelin' like lodi-da-da-da Lodi-da-da-da, da-da, da-da [Hook x2]