No Surrender

<br>No surrender. No surrender. <br><br>Bizzy: <br>My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow. Startin` to kick this, <br>gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up. Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain`t talkin` `bout them thangs. Thugs remain, hang, <br>swang with a click tight claim, come again, now. They drop down when I`m off the block. Fuck them cops. Me and Krayzie <br>runnin` through the Boneyard, daily. Gotta give `em up to the glock-glock, so I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain, <br>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. <br>Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender. <br><br>No surrender. <br><br>Layzie: <br>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 <br>trippin`, bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog. Take two-eleven, bailin`, thuggin`, knowin` these niggas well, then <br>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. <br>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, <br>runnin` like we lunatics, gotta make it back to (?). Escape and eludin` the chase, buckin` me gauge, so nigga, remember: me <br>killa, me no surrender. <br>Me killa, me killa, me killa . . . <br><br>No surrender. | <br><br>Wish: <br>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 <br>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 <br>up in they chest, and I know what to do with that vest, man. Twenty-two shots. I killa. You don`t wanna fuck with Bone, <br>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 <br>poppin`. So muthafuck all coppers. Let me catch you slippin`, nigga, bet I pop ya. <br><br>Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. <br>Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. <br><br>Krayzie: <br>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 <br>don`t care. When they come, they come creepin`. Me peepin`. Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin`, put `em in deep in gutters. <br>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 <br>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 <br>them guts, and lay your head in blood. Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga. Bitch, remember: <br>me killa. Me no surrender. <br>Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender. Me no surrender. Don`t make me put one in ya. Me no surrender. Don`t make <br>me put one in ya. Me no surrender. <br><br>No surrender.