Eazy-E:
Black n**** killa, killa, killa, killa
Eazy-E:
Black n**** killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. n**** five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead n**** trapped in my mind so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. m****f****s catchin' heat as I bring anger, and
release more danger from my chamber. The evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the back slow and push lead
through that n****'s flesh. Ain't no hope when every n**** wants to be the nine-milla, on the trigger, the black n**** killa.
Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black n**** killa, what's up? You ready to die? You think you can f*** with them thug n*****?
Come on, tell me the truth, n****. Look in my eyes. b****, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, n****--Cleveland's thuggish
ruggish n***** still down with the thug s***. Buck, buck, bust. Let 'em know we still run this b**** just like an a**assin. Say,
n****, we nice but can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? n****, you know what we came here for. You know,
when we shot through the door, my n***** was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show?
Okay n**** let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us in person so here we go [here
we go]. What is your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm f*****' with killas.
n****, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you b****** thinkin' you realer.
Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll. n***** out tryin' to f*** with us, but I'm
givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no. 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to die, to die. n****, bye bye.
Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon' run? Naw. Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come,
come. And you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap. Really just out for
the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "f*** y'all. f*** y'all, y'all, y'all haters. All,
y'all, y'all, y'all haters."
Eazy-E:
Black n**** killa, killa, killa, killa.
Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these b****** daily. I'm a black n**** killa--that's what you can label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna
f*** with us. You can't touch us. You ain't able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. n***** don't
ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and s***** they soul like the Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat,
sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna f*** with me now? Lay 'em all
down when I creep through your town and clown. I bet you feela this n**** behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
n**** killa.
Layzie:
['Cause dyin' be easy.] n****, you know what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the
murda mo', slayin'. Aw, s***. Just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer. We black n**** killas and down to ride for E [E].
He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N.W.A, n**** B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups,
marchin' like troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you. Picture yourself in a
coffin--so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your a**, simply for the cash.
Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis.
Gimme my s***e, s***, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that?
And I'll hit you back. Little n**** just wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some n*****
on corner 'round sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my n*****' at home playin' Bone. Could they rest
in peace? My n***** sleep. Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. Shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up,
always [n****], always. That's why I shoot 'em up.
Eazy-E:
Black n****, killa, killa, killa, killa.
Black n**** killa, killa, killa, killa
Eazy-E:
Black n**** killa. Hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. n**** five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead n**** trapped in my mind so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06 with the scope I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast. m****f****s catchin' heat as I bring anger, and
release more danger from my chamber. The evil in my blood is possessed, so I creep low from the back slow and push lead
through that n****'s flesh. Ain't no hope when every n**** wants to be the nine-milla, on the trigger, the black n**** killa.
Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. Black n**** killa, what's up? You ready to die? You think you can f*** with them thug n*****?
Come on, tell me the truth, n****. Look in my eyes. b****, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, n****--Cleveland's thuggish
ruggish n***** still down with the thug s***. Buck, buck, bust. Let 'em know we still run this b**** just like an a**assin. Say,
n****, we nice but can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? n****, you know what we came here for. You know,
when we shot through the door, my n***** was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show?
Okay n**** let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us in person so here we go [here
we go]. What is your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm f*****' with killas.
n****, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you b****** thinkin' you realer.
Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll. n***** out tryin' to f*** with us, but I'm
givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no. 'Cause I got what you need if you are ready to die, to die, to die. n****, bye bye.
Shots might be fired. Yep. Everybody gon' run? Naw. Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day . Fire! Here I come,
come. And you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap. Really just out for
the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "f*** y'all. f*** y'all, y'all, y'all haters. All,
y'all, y'all, y'all haters."
Eazy-E:
Black n**** killa, killa, killa, killa.
Flesh-n-Bone:
I'm servin' these b****** daily. I'm a black n**** killa--that's what you can label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna
f*** with us. You can't touch us. You ain't able. Rest in peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. n***** don't
ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and s***** they soul like the Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat,
sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna f*** with me now? Lay 'em all
down when I creep through your town and clown. I bet you feela this n**** behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
n**** killa.
Layzie:
['Cause dyin' be easy.] n****, you know what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the
murda mo', slayin'. Aw, s***. Just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer. We black n**** killas and down to ride for E [E].
He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N.W.A, n**** B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups,
marchin' like troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you. Picture yourself in a
coffin--so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. Better scatter, dodge 'fore this bullet lodged in your a**, simply for the cash.
Been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. Aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis.
Gimme my s***e, s***, show me some love, though. Just pump your fist in the air and holler, "Mo!" Could you do me that?
And I'll hit you back. Little n**** just wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on the back. Oh, yes, some n*****
on corner 'round sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my n*****' at home playin' Bone. Could they rest
in peace? My n***** sleep. Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E. T-Rock got shot [T-Rock got shot]. Lord bless his city
[bless his city] thats why [why I] shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. Shoot, shoot 'em up. Shoot 'em up,
always [n****], always. That's why I shoot 'em up.
Eazy-E:
Black n****, killa, killa, killa, killa.