We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations   And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken   Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan   We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared   Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates   Or will I burn off in that lake now,   Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake   How many wait it's too late it's over now   Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable,   Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin'   Betta plead to bloody Jesus   Watch how the majesty control it   Don't let it go slow down hold on   Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah, Amen   I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya   Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm   I got designed when the world drop dimes   This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind      Hook: Bizzy Bone      Code Murder One, Code Murder One,   Code Murder One, Code Murder One   Murder them mo   (4x)      Verse 2: Bizzy Bone      If the world should end today!   Fully automatic gunning through it   Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain   Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas   Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI   Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid   Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing   My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing   It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em   Who wanna magnum?   Who wanna tag 'em?   Bag 'em up ain'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 grym   Hold on, motherfucking gun   Another fifth took one hood shot she split up   Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up   So huff and make it settle      Hook (2x)      Verse 3: Layzie Bone      Make me push this panic button nigga   We moving like the Panthers in the sixties   Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited   You wit me nigga you wit me   Millitant minded perfect timing it   Always on the incline ah shit   Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit   Keeping real niggas rewinding this,   Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland   We call it thieving mind deceiving   Hear the reasons for hustling season   Bottom line money is power   And the power mean muscle   Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling   Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle   Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you   Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do   Scream M - O - G and start blasting   Nigga never did like them boyz in blue   No regards for authorities,   Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine   Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene   Know what I mean you betta get wid the team   Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga,   We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day   To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder   Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control   Just as those hoes nigga rose   On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough   Separated mine through prose,   Open and close just like a case   Place to place ya feeling ya safe   HB all up in my face,   And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe   I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war   Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy   See me I'm stacked and ripping shit   Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats   Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach,   Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket   Ready to buck on the crowd,   As long as that one little nigga   Sagging and bragging and talking loud   Talking about he bout it bout it   Nigga I got yo whole clik   Real niggas don't run they mouth   Real niggas make moves and get rich      Verse 4: Flesh N Bone      Mobbing in ah Expedition   Thinking of ah proposition   Settle my composition   Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition   Mo murda competition,   How many niggas on the frontline   Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine   Nigga disrespect mine,   How will you lose the chalk   For marrow rip through thine spine   If you wanna listen to what I say   Hey gotta pay intuition,   This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit   Cause, my niggas, to exquisite   I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson   Here's a nice slug for you   And my nitrogen glyc bomb   Can land on them newly morgue   I watch when they all come stormin'   So when my one hit 'em up they fall   Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun   Bullets haul      Hook 4x