Let The Law End Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Fuck 'em, let the law end 

'Cause we simply get the raw end 

Coffins open, dump 'em all in 

Nine millimeters, three-eighty's 

You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery 

Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis 

Let us begin with bullets 

Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison 

And let 'em come with us - retaliation 

We come and blast 'em with leather masks on 

Let loose 

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You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair 

These niggas is killas, try to feel us 

Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland 

We steadily creepin' on ya 

And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep 

Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone 

Let loose 

Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it 

Then he better shoot 

Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue 

Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through 

Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again 

And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript 

Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler 

Bailin' through the Land equipped 

When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it 

Jump off in my hottie 

Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party 

Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah 

Photos 

When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge 

War anytime I roll 

Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours 

Expect the four nigga ring yo doors 

And don't you diminish 

Til I finish you with it or you would missed it 

On the hit list, couldn't resist it 

Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it 

To the po-po, you know; 

Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go 

Lurk, better searchin' all the doors 

Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico 

Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent 

Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of) 

Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen 

Depend on me, let 'em leave 

Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game 

But I love the way the thugstas stay 

And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops 

You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war 

Muthafucka done rocked the boat 

And we nigga fin to even the score 

Nigga drank to much, took to much 

No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me 

Never gonna catch me, catch me 

I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life 

And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me 

'Quicker the copper 

The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya 

We shot ya 

We shot ya 

Hey, my niggas boxed ya 

My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin' 

Pac got his got headlight ahead of me 

Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end 

Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in 

Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew 

Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit 

And never seen us shoot 

If I could be the 187 on you 

Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on 

For the next that get wrong 

Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect 

Then sleep with the rest 

Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home 

Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex 

Think it no thang for me get with you 

All up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig 

Your brain gon' hang 

Fuck 'em, let the law end 

'Cause we simply get the raw end 

Coffins open, dump 'em all in