MP3: Bone Thugs N Harmony-No Love For The Law
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My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up Me buck, me bang, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs
Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim Come again, now they drop down when I'm off the block Fuck them cops, me and Krayzie runnin' through the Boneyard, daily Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock
So I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain
And thugs remain to slang thangs, long live the dope game And it won't end ya as long as my niggas remember No pretender, get right up off the Clair, nigga, fuck it, no surrender
No surrender No surrender
Not wantin' the copper to hit me a lick up Found me a victim to stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball, slippin' That's why me trippin', bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well
Then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on Jump outta the hottie, move me body
Hittin' them cuts and trails, runnin' like We lunatics gotta make it back to Hazel daily Escape and eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge So nigga, remember me killa, me no surrender Me killa, me killa, me killa
No surrender No surrender
Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead 'Cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up Because I know that's where ya'll bitches is bound to meet up
Cop killas, all up in they chest and I know what to do with that vest, man Twenty-two shots, I killa, you don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper 'Cause if I go down, some of ya'll goin' down
'Cause I'm goin' down poppin', so motherfuck all coppers Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Ya better believe it's Judgement Day So, nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just don't care When they come, they come creepin', me peepin'
Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin', put 'em in deep in gutters Me keepin' 'til a me rich and gotta get mine, every time This'll be over in nine nine, so nigga, get down for the crime Gonna be more coppers dyin' in the line, fuckin' with thugs
When I be slangin' my drugs, tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy Gotta rip them guts and lay your head in blood Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga. Bitch, remember, me killa, me no surrender
Me no surrender, nigga, me no surrender Me no surrender, don't make me put one in ya Me no surrender, don't make me put one in ya Me no surrender
No surrender No surrender No surrender ...
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