[Murmuring of courtroom.] Thug 1: Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas, man. Fuck that. Man, put that shit out, man. Ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in Court. Man, what the fuck you doing? Elder Thug: Man, fuck that. Man, they got my nigga. Thug 1: Man, that shit ain't even cool. Elder Thug: Support his ass. Judge: Okay, order in the court. Court Attendant: People versus Bone-thugs-n-harmony. Case #C601999. Bailiff: Will the defendant please stand? Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone? Bizzy: Naw, man. Spectator: You know the muthafucka did it. Bailiff: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair. [Laughs, turns maniacal.]
Bizzy: We had to get 'em up with two thugs, runnin' side by side with #1, bet I won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase. If They catch me barehanded, I'm done. Rip's gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it. Copper lettin' the lead off. Copper thought That he had me cuffed. Little Layzie blew his head off. [Gunshot.] Get 'em up, and get up. The bullets--they start to get lit Up. #1 best start duckin' with a gun already buckin'. We split up. Bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up For rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fences. Rippin' up the trenches. I'm bailin' while They trailin'. Better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them coppers be dwellin'. One had spotted me, picked up a Piece and shot at me, but I practice what I preach, so see the two slugs up in his body. Got him! Run with smoke comin' from The barrel of me gun. Hit the bend. Oh, what a dumb-dumb, I got yum-yummed on a dead end. They set in then they lead in. They wanted me off in a coffin. Cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'. I went unconscious from the stompin'. Takin' a Loss, and wakin' up in that coffin. And without no stallin', cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn. Me lookin' in the eyes Of a judge. He knew right where to put that thug--straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, where I won't budge. Sent me To death row, watchin' the time by fly past, but Rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' I die fast, but chill. No doubt. Sleep on. Gotta get away, put that on all me reefer. Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper Will meet ya.
Layzie: Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in. Better think again. It's a preacher with a grin On a mission for revenge with that MAC-10. Little nigga Rip [We'll...] had to empty the clip, [...kill] had to pump them slugs up In to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock, back from Hell And ready to bail, time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried. Holdin' the Bible, when I got a grenade [Explosion.] Inside. The squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge and laughter. Keep buckin' them
Видео-клип:
