Lyrics Heated Heavy - Krayzie Bone
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
what's
up
with
y′all
now
(What's
up
with
y′all
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
Tech′ll
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
that′ll
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
I′m
a
take
it
Maybe
more/
Comin'
throu
blastin′/
An
innocent
nigga;
You
try
to
run
and
go
Back/
Cuz
nigga,
That
crossfire's
no
lie/
Your
muthafuckin'
bullets
fly
by
me
blind/
It′s
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
can′t
sleep
until
my
enemies
rest
in
Peace,
rest
in
peace
-Refrain-
(Murda
Mo!
It's
that
Bloody
Murda
Mo!)
Krayzie
Yeah,
stackin′
the
artillery
shop/
Then
get
the
enemy
and
fuck
up
the
cops/
This
Shit'll
kill
′em
on
the
Spot/
Throw
'em
in
the
lake/
Right
off
of
the
rocks
and
get
the
fuck
away/
Don't
Get
caught
You
better
hurry,
nigga/
G-O
for
what
you
N-O/
So
ho,
come
on/
Nigga,
wanna
see
If
it′s
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?
Don′t
forget,
it's
right
Next
to
my
feet
Never
know
what
I′m
a
pull
out
and
shoot
when
I
reach,
and
y'all
ain′t
leavin'
The
scene
without
bleedin′;
Stick
it
to
'em/
Nigga,
give
it
to
'em
however
they
want
it/
Bring
it
to
us,
and
It′s
brung
back/
Trust
us
-Refrain-
(Murda
Mo!
It′s
that
Bloody
Murda
Mo!)
Krayzie
Who
you
gonna
fuck
with?
ThugLine?
Now
it's
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
I'm
in
the
streets;
bulletproof,
but
they
Can
get
me
Underneath
or
in
the
upper
H-E-A-D/
And
I
don′t
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}
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