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Lyric 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 wanna 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.
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