[Verse 1: Crime Boss] Come one, come all to see the nigga behind the trigger Bigger then a killa murdering niggas with my little finger Bring your sacrefices
All my road dawgs, official mob niggaz love to act up The first to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip
it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but
crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die Boss
standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss
my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless Crime boss, contraband
: Troublesome nigga [Chorus plays in background] Troublesome 19-muthafuckin-96 (westside) Let it be known nigga Boss of all bosses, Makaveli Menacin
a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime
the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty Bringing order from the boss
my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way. Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees while the law looks the other way. Your partners in crime
shorts or no losses Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (gotta get mark) Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss, Nigga get tossed by the boss And I'm off
: [Hook:] Mo murda mo murda Come come again [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Dear Mr.Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get
C'est la mienne que tu sniffes, 9.2. Izi fait la diff' 45 Scientific, cree grace au haschich A chaque ceau-mor, c'est a un crime que tu assistes J'viens
fond des entrailles d'une femme, et pas plutot d'un four, d'un volcan ou d'une fabrique d'armes. REFRAIN: On incite pas nos freres a etre candidats au crime
baissee dans mon auto, parc'qu'y controlent, accusent a tort, mon logo, les joueurs d'polo les alligators Molotov rime avec mairie, poste, pays Frime sans etre boss
an' try fi si it wid yuh ears These are the times When yuh sneakers ain't yuh only nines Some weh call pon Jesus a dem commit the crimes Nuff illiterate
I remember the Old Bull and Bush Where we used to go down on a Sattadau night Where, when anythink happened, it come with a rush For the boss, Mr. Clark
