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Song title: Krayzie Bone - Heated Heavy

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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 whats up with yall now (whats up with yall
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 techll 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 thatll 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 Im a take it
Maybe more/ comin throu blastin/ an innocent nigga; you try to run and go
Back/ cuz nigga,
That crossfires no lie/ your muthafuckin bullets fly by me blind/ its 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 and I cant sleep until my enemies rest in
Peace, rest in peace
-refrain-
(murda mo! its that bloody murda mo!)
Krayzie
Yeah, stackin the artillery shop/ then get the enemy and fuck up the cops/ this
Shitll kill em on the
Spot/ throw em in the lake/ right off of the rocks and get the fuck away/ dont
Get caught
You better hurry, nigga/ g-o for what you n-o/ so ho, come on/ nigga, wanna see
If its 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? dont forget, its right
Next to my feet
Never know what Im a pull out and shoot when I reach, and yall aint leavin
The scene without bleedin;
Stick it to em/ nigga, give it to em however they want it/ bring it to us, and
Its brung back/ trust us
-refrain-
(murda mo! its that bloody murda mo!)
Krayzie
Who you gonna fuck with? thugline? now its 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 Im in the streets; bulletproof, but they
Can get me
Underneath or in the upper h-e-a-d/ and I dont 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}