Testi:
N2Deep Ya Gotta Go

tell them broads they gotta cut out (Hey man, they say they ain't goin nowhere till they hear you guys rap) Aight man, but we get done they gots to go

papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn gray

to break you hos and take ya bitches If ya, owe me some money I'm a take ya riches It's Lil Flip (Lil Flip), I gotta kick in the do' Cause niggas say

them to survive, gotta be true Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, thats it You might be thinkin like me, I think forgive and dont forget I gotta trick under my sleeve Ridin four deep

all my mother fucking favorite hoes Stereo blast it up! go ape shit and tear it up!!! we can make you look like hobos shes texting if she should swallow Hellz ya! Go

up in ya Well I roll wid realer niggas Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground Lit 'em up to kill ya [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] Them St. Claire thugs we

my dummy rocks if I go broke Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2 [Layzie] Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic

t no problem, baby (bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go

Shit I bet they thought we fell off. Bone Thugs~n~Harmony Resurrection, Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, we in the Flesh. Rememeber them thuggish ruggish niggas, gotta