-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Me and my dogs in this b**** (Ha ha) Regime (Ooh whee) Me and my Mac-11's Ak 47's...) Capo) Me and my m***********' dogs (Ru Gotti) Mind over matter, homeboy. (You know what it is) Mind over f*****' matter.
-Bizzy Bone-
And some of these n***** is just like pitbulls goin' straight for the nuts, but some of these n***** is nuts (C'mon) Then they run up and then I'm gonna bust him/ Man, I don't know nothin' and no one nuh-nuh-nuh/ Now, what if they wanted to bust in and duct tape us, us/ I used to have dope under my tongues, runnin' from all these police/ Now show me that money, money; I think I'm c**in' homey/ 150 n***** but I'm still hungry, lost and lonely/ Please don't trip off the watch/ Baby, it's only a trophy/ Slowly approach situations, lawyers all around the world sit through litigations, they hate me but f*** 'em, let's change the world/ Out of my backseat early and you know, Capo, he make me drink/ Thank God before I faint/ Thank God when I'm awake/ n***** that die because of a doo-rag and in black suits troopin' movin' in skully caps like big black boots fake n***** intrusion/ Officer never could guard my army, keep mine strapped up/ Passed up, with a Mac-11, Ak 47's/ Yellin' Mo' Murda with the felon, felon
-Weezy-Chorus-
Ride or die, no other choice when you f*** with the 7th Sign/ Ready for war, ain't found the battlefield
-Prince Rasu-
Only 48 hours to remain, livin' life in vain/ Thinkin you top dollar, get blown to small change/ Earth's the main wasn't meant to be survived by the main/ Stash peepers get the nine milimeters at close range/ I'm a roast the overshadowin, blood money battlin'/ So cold, you're teeth chatterin'/ When the ooze starts splatterin' (Blah...) Investigative reports, need no shorts of info/ The side windows got shot the f*** out (Buck buck...) The right limo, Chi steppin' n****/ Second baseline for every dime/ Top of the city divine, n****, the world is mine till the world blow up/ Never had no love, I'm cold blooded/ Mark n***** get marked/ I'm off the plot by hundreds/ Drug money, straight dirty/ Blood money be my investment/ f*** filin' bankrupt, I collect offerings like the Reverend/ Tongue numb in 'Caine with Arm & Hammer drop a Gram, uh/ Sold it in that b**** and watched the crackheads flip/ Stack bread quick, real mafia, made s***/ Top notches givin up picked like he was gettin' half on the rip/ You've been bamboozled like Malcolm, test the players outcome/ My game like novocain, s*** that'll get your mouth numb/ Dumb gold diggers, I'm married to the triggers/ And all my true n***** walk blocks like sniper ninjas/ Tryin' to reach the higher figures, critical, came from Cuba/ Enemies infiltrator, run 'em up with German Rugers/ Rotweilers, sippin' Harvey by the m***********' gallons/ Get your curtain closed, slug prooves get black talents/ Que Pasa? I'm a certified heart stopper/ I make the world revolve like the choppers, choppers (Buck, buck) I'm down and dirty like the bottomless pit/ Anonymous hits/ Silent murder b****** all out of the clique; This is it
-Chorus-
-H.I.T.L.A.H Capo-Confuscious-
All the slang hang on Cleveland Avenue, gold/ Inhale it, hold/ Chemical, technological hydro caliminals/ Flossy, saggin' khaki's are dressed up in Versace/ Mental kamikaze, take control through uzi alley/ Rapidly bullets fly/ Shyste F.B.I got crooked schemes up they sleeve/ Devious, harrass for no reason/ Give suckas a gun and a badge; Now think they bad/ Pigs ain't nothin' but trash; Can't match my currency cash flow/ Strangle, choke and kill with a look like lunatics ill/ Gotta bring the madness/ Highly intoxicated, thanks Don Perignon/ Tear up the block party/ Posse deep/ Laughin' at b******, please/ f*** 'em all/ p****'s wish they had some b**** to brawl with/ The H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo alias Confucious
-Chorus-
Me and my dogs in this b**** (Ha ha) Regime (Ooh whee) Me and my Mac-11's Ak 47's...) Capo) Me and my m***********' dogs (Ru Gotti) Mind over matter, homeboy. (You know what it is) Mind over f*****' matter.
-Bizzy Bone-
And some of these n***** is just like pitbulls goin' straight for the nuts, but some of these n***** is nuts (C'mon) Then they run up and then I'm gonna bust him/ Man, I don't know nothin' and no one nuh-nuh-nuh/ Now, what if they wanted to bust in and duct tape us, us/ I used to have dope under my tongues, runnin' from all these police/ Now show me that money, money; I think I'm c**in' homey/ 150 n***** but I'm still hungry, lost and lonely/ Please don't trip off the watch/ Baby, it's only a trophy/ Slowly approach situations, lawyers all around the world sit through litigations, they hate me but f*** 'em, let's change the world/ Out of my backseat early and you know, Capo, he make me drink/ Thank God before I faint/ Thank God when I'm awake/ n***** that die because of a doo-rag and in black suits troopin' movin' in skully caps like big black boots fake n***** intrusion/ Officer never could guard my army, keep mine strapped up/ Passed up, with a Mac-11, Ak 47's/ Yellin' Mo' Murda with the felon, felon
-Weezy-Chorus-
Ride or die, no other choice when you f*** with the 7th Sign/ Ready for war, ain't found the battlefield
-Prince Rasu-
Only 48 hours to remain, livin' life in vain/ Thinkin you top dollar, get blown to small change/ Earth's the main wasn't meant to be survived by the main/ Stash peepers get the nine milimeters at close range/ I'm a roast the overshadowin, blood money battlin'/ So cold, you're teeth chatterin'/ When the ooze starts splatterin' (Blah...) Investigative reports, need no shorts of info/ The side windows got shot the f*** out (Buck buck...) The right limo, Chi steppin' n****/ Second baseline for every dime/ Top of the city divine, n****, the world is mine till the world blow up/ Never had no love, I'm cold blooded/ Mark n***** get marked/ I'm off the plot by hundreds/ Drug money, straight dirty/ Blood money be my investment/ f*** filin' bankrupt, I collect offerings like the Reverend/ Tongue numb in 'Caine with Arm & Hammer drop a Gram, uh/ Sold it in that b**** and watched the crackheads flip/ Stack bread quick, real mafia, made s***/ Top notches givin up picked like he was gettin' half on the rip/ You've been bamboozled like Malcolm, test the players outcome/ My game like novocain, s*** that'll get your mouth numb/ Dumb gold diggers, I'm married to the triggers/ And all my true n***** walk blocks like sniper ninjas/ Tryin' to reach the higher figures, critical, came from Cuba/ Enemies infiltrator, run 'em up with German Rugers/ Rotweilers, sippin' Harvey by the m***********' gallons/ Get your curtain closed, slug prooves get black talents/ Que Pasa? I'm a certified heart stopper/ I make the world revolve like the choppers, choppers (Buck, buck) I'm down and dirty like the bottomless pit/ Anonymous hits/ Silent murder b****** all out of the clique; This is it
-Chorus-
-H.I.T.L.A.H Capo-Confuscious-
All the slang hang on Cleveland Avenue, gold/ Inhale it, hold/ Chemical, technological hydro caliminals/ Flossy, saggin' khaki's are dressed up in Versace/ Mental kamikaze, take control through uzi alley/ Rapidly bullets fly/ Shyste F.B.I got crooked schemes up they sleeve/ Devious, harrass for no reason/ Give suckas a gun and a badge; Now think they bad/ Pigs ain't nothin' but trash; Can't match my currency cash flow/ Strangle, choke and kill with a look like lunatics ill/ Gotta bring the madness/ Highly intoxicated, thanks Don Perignon/ Tear up the block party/ Posse deep/ Laughin' at b******, please/ f*** 'em all/ p****'s wish they had some b**** to brawl with/ The H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo alias Confucious
-Chorus-