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Eazy-E:
Black nigga 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. Muthaf**kas 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 f**k 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 f**kin' 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 f**k 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, 'F**k y'all. F**k y'all, y'all, y'all
haters. All,

y'all, y'all, y'all haters.'

Eazy-E:
Black nigga 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
f**k 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 f**k 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 'round 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:
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa.