Krayzie: Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, My family. Layzie: Lord, help make up my mind. Which way do I turn, when there's so much Stress surroundin' me daily? This world's so cruel And shady, and I really do miss my baby, Babi Boi. Oh, boy, me and Your bigger brother, we keeps it realer. You'll always be Our little nigga, and I know your mama miss ya. Picture the day, when I get my callin', but until then, I guess I'm stuck. Oh, Fuck. Let T know I miss him much. When I get to heaven, Babi Boi, What's up? We can ride and roll, I know, without those Po-po trailin', bailin' all the way to heaven, bet you that's a Promise. Comin' with the bombs [bombs]. Niggas can't test us. Creep, defeat is on you, (bleed). Rollin' with the niggas that pack The heat and a sack of weed, straight outta control, testin' Souls, hoes, niggaroes, playa haters, and the po-pos as well. If we Could (?) everybody (?), am I livin' in Hell? Nigga really Can't tell, so I prepare for the worst, and hope for the best, and the Rest is written. Some wanna treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hidden. Could I be? Come a little Bit closer, why you cautious when you approach us? Is You scared of the fact we soldiers? Mo Thug Records fin to take shit Over. Under my halo, pray more, say Mo Thug with love To the depth that game goes. Die all of you hoes, foes, and you Po-pos. Nigga, better roll or get rolled over. We shuttin' shit Down. And you know a nigga love to get buckwild. Pow. Come fuck with Me, now, now, now. Krayzie: This is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my mission, we Heatin' shit. Why vision? Be crooked, (?) and sin is Beginnin' of my endin'. I went in my Benz, but why's my mind spinnin'? And then I'll say, "Hey, fuck 'em. My family ain't livin' For nothin'. We strugglin' was one of the reasons I'm thuggin' and Steady stay hustlin'." Where was my lovin'? Somebody tell Me somethin', (?) nothin'. If I give you one of your (touch), will you Buck it all up for the love of (lush)? Hoes, I loves you so, But unlike my friend, you're just my foe. Peace 'til the end of the Road. That's where I'll go. But no, nigga, don't lose your soul, But it's so cold. Trust in mine, all right, then we can roll, roll, Roll.