Lyrics: Krayzie Bone: Thug Mentality 1999: Heated Heavy
Let ’em die
(Shoot ’em)
Shoot ’em if they
Shoot ’em if they
Shoot ’em if they
Shoot ’em if they move, move, move
Runnin’ with the AK-47
Watch ’em all fall down, down
(1-2-3-4 dead)
Runnin’ with the AK-47
Nigga what’s up with y’all now
(What’s up with y’all now)
Runnin’ with the AK-47 buckin’ heated heavy
Nigga love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em
Runnin’ with the AK-47 buckin’ heated heavy
Bustin’ niggas in the belly then I follow with the .357 and then the automatic TEC’ll get ’em
Niggas love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em
Hit ’em and I really meant to split ’em
Put these niggas on they ass like a overdose of penicillin
Murda nigga wanna pack a pistol with it
We got a coffin that’ll fit you in it
The bullets come with it
Heard a nigga ‘posed to be on the stalk
So now we takin’ caution when we walk
A lot of niggas can talk
They better not be actin’
Nigga better show me some affirmative action
‘Cause I’ma take it maybe Mo’ comin’ through blastin’
An innocent nigga you try to run and go back
‘Cause nigga that crossfire’s no lie
Your muthafuckin’ bullets fly by me blindly
It’s a hell of a war so muthafucka bring it on bitch
Hell yeah we been ready for the longest
Who you gonna come with
Yes we sinnin’
So nigga to die we gotta be ready
Got into the game just a little too deep
Now muthafuckas on the creep
And I can’t sleep
Until my enemies rest in peace, rest in peace
Chorus
(Murda mo)
Runnin’ with the AK-47 buckin’ heated heavy
(It’s the bloody murda mo)
Nigga love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em
(Murda murda murda)
Yeah stackin’ the artillery shop
To get the enemy and fuck up the cops
This shit’ll kill ’em on the spot
Throw ’em in the lake right off of the rocks
And get the fuck away don’t get caught
You better hurry nigga
G-O for what you N-O
So ho come on
Nigga wanna see if it’s real
We got promos
Stack ’em and tag ’em with the 44 magnum
Get ’em inside ’em
Hit the spine
Paralyze ’em
Listen to the pistol when it whistles
Spittin’ many missiles
Splittin’ niggas to the grizzle
Hit ’em in the middle of the forehead
Is the muthafuckin’ ho dead
Oh yeah
Reload it
M-11 9 millimeters up in the front
Pump stuck when we jump out to run they in the trunk
I told you right up under my seat I keep heat
You play me don’t forget it’s right next to my feet
Never know what I’ma pull out and shoot when I reach
And y’all ain’t leavin’ the scene without bleedin’
Stick it to ’em nigga
Give it to ’em
However they want it
Bring it to us and it’s brung back
Trust us
Chorus
(Murda mo)
Runnin’ with the AK-47 buckin’ heated heavy
(It’s the bloody murda mo)
Nigga love the way I wet ’em when I get up in ’em
(Murda murda murda)
Who you gonna fuck with
ThugLine now that it’s the end of the song
And I drunk the whole bottle
I been fuckin’ with the killa liquor sippin’ Hennessey
And it got me up to see the fuckin’ enemy that wanna put me deep
Paranoia when I’m in the streets
Bulletproof but they can get me underneath
or in the upper H-E-A-D
And I don’t wanna be another casualty
So I gotta be much quicker to release
Screamin’ bloody murda
Makin’ muthafuckas eat the mossburger
Undertaker
Nigga take ’em under to the wasteland
Leathaface up in the place
You better pin a nigga
Krayzie Krayzie
Never mistake me for these
Lames that be fakin’
Playa hatin’
Concentratin’
So we eliminatin’
We erase ’em
Erase ’em
Yes we erase ’em
Erase ’em
Erase ’em
Yes we erase ’em
If you wanna get fucked up
Nigga wanna get bucked up
Jump
If you wanna get fucked up
Nigga wanna get bucked up
Jump
If you wanna get fucked up
Nigga wanna get bucked up
Jump