Bizzy (Police Officer) Shhh! Shut up, nigga. Shut the fuck up, nigga. Here they come. Here they come. Here they come, nigga. Duck down, nigga. Duck down. Duck down. Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga. Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it. Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit! Bizzy (Krayzie) I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...) Willin' and ready to ride. Krayzie Pop-pop! Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done. Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned. One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air. Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care. You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga. Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. Senseless killa. Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. ' Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit. Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man. They givin' me what me need, man. When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good. So come to the Land where all the thugs be real. Them St. Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga. Bizzy (Krayzie) I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)...bye Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...) Willin' and ready to ride. Bizzy (Police Officer) (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now! Reporter The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare. Bizzy Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap. Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked. Little' Rip didn't wanna! The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up. Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs. All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all. And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down. You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully. Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely. What is it in you, deeper than dead? And we get fried. P. O. D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night. Once inside forgettin' about remorse. Your curse will ride. Cry now when you're ready to lie down. When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now. Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs. Witnesses Man, he just... All of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. I didn't know what was goin' on. I'm just walkin' by. Just got a—bought a bottle of wine. I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened. Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, " Don't jump." And he did... Wheeeeeew Did you know the guy? He sure had a problem. That's all I could tell you. All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife.

Die Mama Steht den ganzen Tag am Herd. Sie kocht so gern Was anders hat s' nie glernt. Der Bua wird immer fetter Er is schon blad wie a Gasometer Er kommt in's Häusl nimmer eine Er muas noch Windeln tragn mit neune. Was am Tisch kommt, des wird gfress'n Und wann net, dann wirst derstessn! Gross und stark mues er werd'n Da hilft ka Jammern Hilft ka Plärrn. Der Papa kommt ham Grantig und müed Im Gschäft ham's an den ganzen Tag traktiert. Auf'n Chef hat er'n Zorn Die Watschn kriegt der Bua. Daheim spielt er den Herrn Der gfüllte Bua kann si net wehr'n Auf's Häusl will er renne Im Türstock bleibt er hängen. Es is halt so im Leben: Wer tretn wird, Tut tretn. Der Opa A General in Pension Der wünscht sich ein' Soldat'n als Enkelssohn. Der Bua mua strammsteh'n und dann Mit'm Besen in der Hand Mit'm Nachtscherbn auf der Birn Mues er in's Häusl einmarschier'n Natürlich bleibt er steck'n Der Bua kriegt die Deck'n Und mues robben stundenlang Rundherum um die Chaiselongue. Es gibt Kinder, die kommen ohne Schutzengel auf d'Welt Und der Sandmann haut eane Reissnägel in d'Aug'n Unter'm Christbaum liegt jedes Jahr A Packerl Tränen als Geschenk Und ein Märchenbuch Wo der Teufel immer gwinnt. Es gibt Kinder, die kommen ohne Schutzengel auf d'Welt Und der Sandmann haut eane Reissnägel in d'Aug'n Unter'm Christbaum liegt jedes Jahr A Packerl Tränen als Geschenk Und ein Märchenbuch Wo der Teufel immer gwinnt

You're leaving You're leaving me now I'm wishing I wish this would hurt But I suffer I can't feel the pain Sometimes, sometimes I wish I could cry I heard it I heard about love I gave you The feelings I could You left me I know you were right Sometimes I wish I could cry Sometimes I wish I could cry Sometimes, sometimes Oh, I wish I could cry

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