Maje$ty: 
Ridin' with death. 
Layzie: 
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. 
Bizzy: 
I'm ready for war. 

Layzie: 
My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum. 
You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped,
glock-glock, real niggas don't stop.  Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott.  Top
closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since
a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I
fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what?  Bone
niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga
that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport.  Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig
your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control.  My mama never raised no punks or
hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough.  I know y'all muthafuckas out there
somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the
twist, I be down to ride, yeah. 

Bizzy: 
I'm ready for war. 
Maje$ty: 
Ridin' with death. 
Layzie: 
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. 

Bizzy: 
I'm a relent and infuriated that you hated and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated,
comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream, and my dad told
me he was (?), dropped to the floor, (...?...) woman, wicked, it was written,  I'll be runnin' while
turnin' around, and blastin', better buck 'em, fuck 'em, then came back, them fools didn't like that I
was ready for more.  Is that all you got?  Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of
my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, (you were vicinity, now told me) bitch clonin' little
Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal.  Hey, when a
regime in fatigues be ready to bleed even when they sleep, then catch me, cops.  He must have
seen.  Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend. 

Bizzy: 
I'm ready for war. 
Maje$ty: 
Ridin' with death. 
Layzie: 
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. 

Maje$ty: 
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction.  Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and
spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in. 
Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips.  I
watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em
I'm a drop 'em. 

Layzie: 
Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm outta this, live of a lifetime.  The shrink wanna get in my
head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead.  All I really said:  if you niggas dont fled, you gonna
bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got gone, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time.  
Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded.  Niggas been
blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be
me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.V.  Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check
the score.  Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, we'll have
to show. 

Bizzy: 
When the ghetto need me, I'll be waited 'til the scripture pinch ya, little Ripsta kickin' get critical,
and I'm seldom seen in the Henessey, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be
lethal with automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil.  Muthafucka, I'll take it to the
people, then I will meet you at the funeral.  Get 'em up.  Bizzy Mafioso.  No witness is the usual,
furthermore, murda mo, ready with with guns, I'll serve you hoes.  When they call, niggas hit the
road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul. 

Krayzie: 
You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me.  Yes, they want to give me bloody
body--buck, pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me.  But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns,
and a, stackin' them thangs.  All you gets none.  Static's automatic fun, want some?  Come, come,
come, execution, redrum,-rum.  See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt
alive, fried, when they die.  No one was able to find them, 'cause there bodies went up in a fire. 
Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats.  Nigga better
believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah.  Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a
minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it.  We sent it.  I'll attest for the murder.  Real
shit--we dealt it.  You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd.  Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up
outta there.  The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta
take confrontations, still blasted, locked in the state penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better
make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get
high, don't let haters run up.