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black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa

black n-gg- 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
n-gg- five deep as i strike at a quick pace

i got the evil of my dead n-gg- 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 h-llraisers

a 3006 with the scope i make a skinhead brain bust
all across the west coast
muthaf-ckas 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 n-gg-‘s flesh
ain’t no hope when every n-gg- wants to be the nine-milla
on the trigger, the black n-gg- killa

we be the mighty warrior, black n-gg- killa, what’s up?
you ready to die? you think you can f-ck with them thug n-gg-s?
come on, tell me the truth, n-gg-, look in my eyes, b-tch, we get live
bone thugs-n-harmony, n-gg-, cleveland’s thuggish ruggish

n-gg-s still down with the thug sh-t
buck, buck, bust, let ’em know we still run this b-tch
just like an -ss-ssin say, n-gg-, we nice but can get nasty
get into war, what else can it be?

n-gg-, you know what we came here for
you know, when we shot through the door
my n-gg-s was serious, playin’ no jokes
just ’cause i’m a rapper, you thought it’s for show?

okay n-gg- 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
what is your problem?

here come the bullets, better dodge ’em
i sneaks up behind, so i’m f-ckin’ with killas
n-gg-, don’t make me kill ya
got a body bag for any you b-tches thinkin’ you realer

since, we some killers for sure
hit ’em up, hit ’em hard, if you ready to roll
n-gg-s out tryin’ to f-ck 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, n-gg-, 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
’cause everybody pack guns, but bone go pap pap

really just out for the money, y’all
really won’t hurt none of y’all
but playas went too far so i say
“f-ck y’all, f-ck y’all, y’all, y’all haters
all, y’all, y’all, y’all haters”

black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg- killa, killa, killa, killa

i’m servin’ these b-tches daily
i’m a black n-gg- killa, that’s what you can label me
unfadable, see? you don’t really wanna f-ck with us
you can’t touch us, you ain’t able

rest in peace flesh creep
and sneak with a street sweeper
n-gg-s don’t ever know what hit ’em, i split ’em
and sn-tch 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-ck with me now?

lay ’em all down when i creep
through your town and clown
i bet you feela this n-gg- behind the trigger, clack back
stack, that black n-gg- killa

n-gg-, you know what bone be sayin’
rollin’ with big guns, ain’t no playin’
stayin’ down for the murda mo’, slayin’
aw, sh-t, just to let you know, man, that 187 for realer
we black n-gg- killas and down to ride for e
he’d a ride for me, and that’s the way it’s gon’ be
n.w.a, n-gg- 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
-ss, 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 sp-ce, sh-t, 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 n-gg-
just wanna know where my thugs at
some at the track on the back, oh, yes
some n-gg-s on corner ’round sellin’ that crack

some of my thugs grave long gone
lot of my n-gg-s’ at home playin’ bone could they rest in peace?
my n-gg-s sleep makaveli, biggie smalls, and eazy-e t-rock got shot
lord bless his city that’s why shoot, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up, shoot ’em up, shoot, shoot ’em up
shoot ’em up always n-gg-, always that’s why i shoot ’em up

black n-gg-, killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg-, killa, killa, killa, killa
black n-gg-, killa, killa, killa, killa
…

- bone thugs n harmony

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