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Ridin' with death.We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.I'm ready for war.My nigga now, Maje, these niggas is after me, murder redrum,redrum, redrum.You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation,yeah, you thenext to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.Pop, pop, put'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top closin' downonyourcaskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy,puttin' inworksince a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off inahearse, see andI won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple ofmyslugs, f**kin'with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Boneniggasfin todo a little damage, take over the planet with my dailytortures, of course,I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on theNewport. Yourghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch,and hityouwith levels beyond your control. My mama never raised noLetras de cancionespunksorhoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls fordough. I knowy'all muthaf**kas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere tohide, makin'muthaf**kas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of thetwist, Ibe down toride, yeah.I'm ready for war.Ridin' with death.We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.I'm a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap,can'tfade it, westay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck,getshakin', deeplydreamin' about this dream, and my dad told me he was (?),droppedto thefloor, (...?...) woman, wicked, it was written, I'll berunnin'while turnin'around, and blastin', better buck 'em, f**k 'em, then cameback, themfools didn't like that I was ready for more. Is that allyougot? Heard theMack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents,said Ismokeand snatchin' purses, (you were vicinity, now told me)bitchclonin' littleEazy's niggas, so f**k you, you weren't original, mono ymonoain't nosubliminal. Hey, when a regime in fatigues be ready tobleedeven whenthey sleep, then catch me, cops. He must have seen. Then,gonnacatchyour ass next weekend.I'm ready for war.Ridin' with death.We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abductionoflyricsis the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense,fourgenerics lost in aprison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in.Mark-ass copycat,incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that biteshitlikemicrochips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to thebottom, whenyour fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em.Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm outta this, live ofalifetime. Theshrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin'dead. All Ireally said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleedbloodyred, and youshoot the spot and got gone, f**kin' with the mastermind ofalltime. Leta nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way'til1999--criminalminded. Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone,butcan't seeme, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study everymoveanigga makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is,#1better checkthe score. Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, whenI'mreadyfor you hoes, we'll have to show.When the ghetto need me, I'll be waited 'til the scripturepinchya, littleRipsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in theHenessey,(...?...)zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethalwithautomatic, letyou have it, you don't want to see any evil. Muthaf**ka,I'lltake it to thepeople, then I will meet you at the funeral. Get 'em up.BizzyMafioso.No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready withwithguns,I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the roadandwhen they getkilled, I'm a get your soul.You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.Yes, they wantto give me bloody body--buck, pumpin' a couple of slugsinsideme. ButI'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin'themthangs.All you gets none. Static's automatic fun, want some? Come,come,come, execution, redrum,-rum. See what you see inmyeyes--murder,murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. Noonewas ableto find them, 'cause there bodies went up in a fire. f**ktheyfamily, tryto creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin'beats. Nigga betterbelieve we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah. Shoot 'emupquickin a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I betthatyou bentit. We sent it. I'll attest for the murder. Realshit--wedealt it. Youthought you was flippin', you got KO'd. Ring-a-ling-a-ling,getthat assup outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it,kicked acouple a niggas asses, gotta take confrontations, stillblasted, locked inthe state penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better makeyourmoneybaby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when youride, and youget high, don't let haters run up. From Letras Mania