Eazy-E: killa, killa, killa, killa

Eazy-E: Black nigga 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. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick
pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga 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.
Muthafuckas 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 nigga's
flesh. Ain't no hope when every nigga wants to be
the nine-milla, on the trigger, the black nigga
killa.

Krayzie: We be the mighty warrior. Black nigga
killa, what's up? You ready to die? You think you
can fuck with them thug niggas? Come on, tell me
the truth, nigga. Look in my eyes. Bitch, we get
live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, nigga--Cleveland's
thuggish ruggish niggas still down with the thug
shit. Buck, buck, bust. Let 'em know we still run
this bitch just like an assassin. Say, nigga, we
nice but can get nasty. Get into war, what else
can it be? Nigga, you know what we came here for.
You know, when we shot through the door, my niggas
was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a
rapper, you thought it's for show? Okay nigga
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 fuckin' with killas. Nigga,
don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you
bitches thinkin' you realer.

Wish: Since, we some killers for sure sure, hit
'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll. Niggas
out tryin' to fuck 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.
Nigga, 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,
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Eazy-E: killa, killa, killa, killa.

Flesh-n-Bone: I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm
a black nigga killa--that's what you can label me.
Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna fuck with
us. You can't touch us. You ain't able. Rest in
peace. Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper.
Niggas don't ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em
and snatch 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 fuck with me
now? Lay 'em all down when I creep through your
town and clown. I bet you feela this nigga behind
the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black nigga
killa.

Layzie: 'Cause dyin' be easy. Nigga, you know
what Bone be sayin'. Rollin' with big guns, ain't
no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo',
slayin'. Aw, shit. Just to let you know, man, that
187 for realer. We black nigga 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, nigga 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 ass, 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 space, shit, 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 nigga just
wanna know where my thugs at. Some at the track on
the back. Oh, yes, some niggas on corner 'r ound
sellin that crack. Some of my thugs grave long
gone, lot of my niggas' at home playin' Bone.
Could they rest in peace? My niggas 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 nigga, always. That's why I
shoot 'em up.

Eazy-E: killa, killa, killa, killa.