Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

[Chorus 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'ma 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)
[Chorus]
[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