Body Rott





Krayzie: 
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott. 
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott 

Krayzie: 
We po-po chasers wantin' blood.  You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us.  Don't 
be so quick to test. I'll be annoyed and might bust.  I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the 
Quija, so I can see if he can tell me why ya hatin' on me, bitin' on me, why ya want me, to 
show a nigga, Leatherface indeed.  Don't fuck around nigga.  He's a real buck-em'-down nigga. 
Mutha' fuck rappin'. How's about fuckin' with me now, nigga.  Niggas get your checks from your 
broads, get high.  Then your broads sneak your keys from your niggas and ride.  Everybody wanna

party even the niggas with the problem.  Made nigga, we done solve 'em, cuz bitch we'll squash 
'em.  You don't know me, fuck you when you got beef.  But you also got the clone styles and 
know Mo' T.  See me rappin' on your T.V. yakin'.  When you see us in person think we won't flex 
or show you no action.  Down for mine gotta show a nigga time to time.  So I figure I'll slow 
down the rhyme.  So they can understand I'm filled! 
 with so much anger and pain and if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga. 
Fuck calm time to ring the alarm.  Breakin' the niggas outta prison killin' all the guards. 
WHOO!  Power to the people givin' people the power to put it down in your city, and fuck them 
hillbillies, nigga.  I can't stand no mutha' fuckin' po-po.  When will we start killin' these 
bitches and takin' no more.  Mo Thug the only clique that I claim.  Although Bone beyond 
bangin', you can say I roll with a gang.  And dissin' chin checkers in the makin'.  So nigga 
continue the rotation. 

Krayzie: 
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott. 
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott 

Bizzy: 
I heard.  I murder.  I heard.  I murder.  I heard. 
Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders.  Look they did to (Tyrone) feelin' the flow, and let it
blow when pistols probably stay strong for Bone, bitch, you fuckin' (...?...) with and in 1999 when
ya meet up in the end, bet it be no peace for police, the Biz here to rip the streets and get 'em all
pissed, get (...?...), we don't take defeat.  Me steppin', retreat, you can lose your arms, better use
your feet.  Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, hear the pump erupt.  We're corrupt as a
four-dollar fuck, come and get fucked up, and get up outta the county, nigga, get rowdy, (duck in
the valley), disappear here, in an alley, reappear, -pear, off in Cali, and you feel me down in (?) I
done stalk like a madman, and we do shit in Cleveland, with the band, now look at platinum, fuck
the rap, they caught a bitch-made hation nation, nowadays an occupation, so why you hate me? 
Still can't fade me away.  Go on, be gone.  The point of view was made with the song, and murder
them cops, let their body rott. 

Krayzie: 
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott. 
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott 

Layzie: 
How you see me when you see me?  Drinkin' on Henessey and Remy.  Look in my eyes--my shit
is dreamy; beggin' to Scotty, won't you beam me up?  I buck, twelve gauge erupt, disrupt your
order.  Infantry, y'all better expect annihilation, fuckin' around with an S-C-T.  And I better be a
soldier, organize up, but they're lovin' just us, army, see, full of harmony, and niggas, in thugs we
trust.  So, nigga, I bust, so back up off me, givin' no mercy.  Shit is critical, killin' you individual with
a Ouija-type ritual.  I'm diggin' a ditch for all you po-po who felt you could come and raid me, ain't
no way be to safe.  Nigga, it's the army brigade.  So, listen up, and hear what's spoken as I start
this locomotion, retaliate because we chosen, open showin' the Lord devotion.  Yeah. 

Krayzie: 
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott. 
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott 

Wish: 
Now when your fuckin' with me, make sure you know what you're doin', got niggas that know
what they doin' rollin' with me.  Infrared to your head.  Don't beg, you dead, we fled, gotta get
away, gotta make sure I'm free, so when you need me I can buck another day.  It's a Bone thang,
better ride, ride.  'Cause what you're fuckin' with, you're gon' die-die.  Don't be surprised, Bone
want your presidents, wanna run it all, run all of it, all, fuck that dog, fuck that dog, 'cause niggas is
superstitious.  Nigga don't pull no gun, if you ain't gon' spit.  Click-clack back be sound.  These
police and haters is wrong, oh.  We buckin' 'em down.  Trust in me in harmony, I try peace. 
Eternally bless my soul, Lord, and everybody that rides with me:  it's from me to you.  It's from me
to you [me to you].  'Cause it's my point of view.  It's just our point of view [point of view, point of
view, point of view].  Yeah, and that's why I stay high.  So high, so high, like lodi-da-da-da,
lodi-da-da-da, so high, so high. 

Krayzie: 
I say the war should stop until these playa-hatin niggas body rott. 
Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these motherfucking cops body rott! Body Rott Body Rott