bone thugs-n-harmony
no surrender
No surrender. No surrender.  Bizzy:  My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow. Startin' to kick this,  gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up. Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs. Thugs remain, hang,  swang with a click tight claim, come again, now. They drop down when I'm off the block. Fuck them cops. Me and Krayzie  runnin' through the Boneyard, daily. Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock, so I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain,  and thugs remain to slang thangs. Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya, as long as my niggas remember: no pretender.  Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender.   No surrender.  Layzie:  Not wantin' the copper to hit me, a lick up, found me a victim to stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball, slippin' that's why me  trippin', bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog. Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well, then  Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos. Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on.  Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on. Jump outta the hottie, move me body, hittin' them cuts and trails,  runnin' like we lunatics, gotta make it back to (?). Escape and eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember: me  killa, me no surrender.  Me killa, me killa, me killa . . .   No surrender. |  Wish:  Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead, 'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red. And then  I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up, because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up. Cop killas, all  up in they chest, and I know what to do with that vest, man. Twenty-two shots. I killa. You don't want to fuck with Bone,  nigga. And it really ain't shit to pu1l a trigger on a copper, 'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down, 'cause I'm goin' down  poppin'. So muthafuck all coppers. Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.   Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.  Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.   Krayzie:  Ya better believe it's judgement day. So, nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air. Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just  don't care. When they come, they come creepin'. Me peepin'. Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin', put 'em in deep in gutters.  Me keepin' 'til a me rich and gotta get mine, every time. This'll be over in nine nine, so, nigga, get down for the crime, gonna  be more coppers dyin' in the line of fire. With thugs when I be slangin' my drugs, tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip  them guts, and lay your head in blood. Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga. Bitch, remember:  me killa. Me no surrender.  Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender. Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya. Me no surrender. Don't make  me put one in ya. Me no surrender.   No surrender. 