BNK

Eazy-E:

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. Muthafuckas

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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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, "Fuck y'all. Fuck y'all, y'all, y'all

haters. All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters."

Eazy-E:

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 fuck 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

fuck 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 'r

ound 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:

killa, killa, killa, killa.