Body Rott

[Hook 2X] I say the war shouldn't stop Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott (body rott) Nigga the war shouldn't stop Until these motherfuckin cops body rott (body rott) [Krayzie] We paper chasers, smokin blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us (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're hatin on me, bitin on me Why you want me To show a nigga Leather Face, and he Don't fuck around nigga He's a real buck 'em down nigga Motherfuck rappin', how 'bout fuckin wit me now nigga Nigga get ya checks from ya broads, get high Then your broads sneak ya keys from ya niggas and ride Everybody wanna party, even the niggas with a problem Made-nigga, we done solve 'em Cause, bitch we'll sqaush 'em Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef But you also got to clone styles, and no motif See me rappin' on yo TV actin And it's a fact that when you see us in person Think we gon flex, or show you no action Down for mine, got to show a nigga 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 a fuckin grenade nigga Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm Breakin' niggas out of prison killin all the guards (Woo!) Power to the people, givin people the power To put it down in your city And fuck them hillbillies Nigga, I can't stand no Motherfuckin po-po When will we start killin these bitches and takin no mo'? Yeah, Mo Thug, the only clique that I claim Although we all beyond the bangin You can say I roll wit-a-gang And dissin chin checkers in the making So nigga continue with the rotatation (rotation, rotation, rotation) [Hook] [Bizzy] 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 dont 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] [Layzie] How do you see me when you see me? Drinkin' on Hennesy and Remy Look into my eyes, my shit is dreamy Beggin to Scotty, "Won't you beam me up?" I buck, 12 gauge erupt, disrupt your order, infantry Ya'll better expect annihalation fuckin' around with the SCT And I better be a souljah organizer, but they're lovin just us Army see, full of harmony, and nigga 'In Thugs We Trust' So nigga I bust, so back up off me Givin' no mercy, shit is critical Killin' you individual with a Ouija type ritual I'm diggin a ditch for all you po-po who felt you could come & raid me Ain't no way to be safe Nigga, this the army brigade So listen up and hear what's spoken As I start this locomotion Retaliate because we chosen Open showin the Lord his devotion [Hook] [Wish] Now when you're fuckin' with me Make sure you know what you're doin Got niggas knowin, rollin with me Infra red to yo head, don't beg, you dead, 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 thing, better ride ride Cause when you fuckin wit You gon' die die Don't be surprised, Bone want yo presidents, wanna run it all Run all of it (all of it) Fuck that dog, fuck that dog Cause niggas is superstitious Nigga 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 my point of view It's just our point of view (point of view, point of view) Yeah, and that's why I stay high So high, so high like ladi-da-da-da Ladi-da-da-da, so high, so high [Hook]