Heated Heavy

歌詞

Leatherface, Let 'em die...Shoot 'em... Shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they move (move, move) Intro Runnin' with the AK-47, watch 'em all fall dwn, down (1, 2, 3, 4; Dead) Runnin' with the AK-47, come on what's up with y'all now (What's up with y'all now) -Refrain- Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy/ Nigga love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em Krayzie Runnin' with the AK-47/ Buckin', heated heavy, bustin' niggas in the belly/ Then I follow with the .357 and then the automatic Tech'll get 'em/ Niggas love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em Hit 'em, and I really meant to split 'em/ Put these niggas on they ass like a overdose of penicillin Murda, nigga wanna pack a pistol wit it/ We got a coffin that'll fit you in it/ The bullets come with it Heard a nigga 'posed to be on the stalk/ So now we takin' caution when we walk/ A lot of niggas can talk, they better not be actin'/ Nigga better show me some affirmative action/ Cuz I'm a take it Maybe more/ Comin' throu blastin'/ An innocent nigga; You try to run and go back/ Cuz nigga, That crossfire's no lie/ Your muthafuckin' bullets fly by me blind/ It's a hell of a war so muthafucker Bring it on, bitch/ Hell yeah, we been ready for the longest/ Who you gonna come with? Yes We sinnin', so maybe to die; We gotta be ready (ready) Got into the game just a lil' too deep (too deep) Now muthafuckers on the creep but I can't sleep until my enemies rest in peace, rest in peace -Refrain- (Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!) Krayzie Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop/ Then get the enemy and fuck up the cops/ This shit'll kill 'em on the spot/ Throw 'em in the lake/ Right off of the rocks and get the fuck away/ Don't get caught You better hurry, nigga/ G-O for what you N-O/ So ho, come on/ Nigga, wanna see if it's real We got promos/ Stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum/ Get 'em inside 'em, hit the spine Paralyze 'em/ Listen to the pistol when it whistles, spittin' many missles, splittin' niggas to the gristle Hit 'em in the middle of the forehead/ Is the muthafuckin' ho dead? Oh, yeah! Reload it! M-11 9 millimeters up in the front; pump stuck, when we jump out to run; They in the trunk/ I told you Right up under my seat I keep heat/ You playin' me? Don't forget, it's right next to my feet Never know what I'm a pull out and shoot when I reach, and y'all ain't leavin' the scene without bleedin'; Stick it to 'em/ Nigga, give it to 'em however they want it/ Bring it to us, and it's brung back/ Trust us -Refrain- (Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!) Krayzie Who you gonna fuck with? ThugLine? Now it's the end of the song and I drunk the whole bottle I been fuckin' with the killa liquor/ Sippin' Hennessey/ And I got me the pin to see the fuckin' enemy that wanna put me deep/ Paranoid when I'm in the streets; bulletproof, but they can get me underneath or in the upper H-E-A-D/ And I don't wanna be another casualty-ty so I got to be much quicker to release/ Screamin' bloody murder/ Makin' muthafuckers eat the Mossburger/ Undertaker Nigga, take 'em under to the Wasteland/ Leather Face up in the place/ You better pin a nigga Crazy? Krayzie/ Never mistake me for these lames that be fakin', playa hatin', concentratin'/ So we eliminate and we erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em, erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em Outro If you wanna get fucked up, nigga wanna get bucked up (Jump); Buck...{shot}