Krayzie & Wish

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me
money, know he's up tonight.

Layzie & Bizzy

See niggas can't stand us, so they label us
scandalous.

Krayzie & Wish

And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass
gonna have to pay the price.

Layzie & Bizzy

Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the
Fo'-Fo'

Krayzie

Don't be fuckin' with my money. Nigga, no. See
when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all.
Pump slugs. When blood hit the wall, watch 'em
fall, now, dog, who ya gonna call? Puttin' niggas
in the coffin where they probably better off, and
Leathaface is not a punk-bitch, so a nigga just
can't fuck me. Nigga better have me cash, or I
kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump
blast. Now, test me. Never ever let a nigga ride.
When he think he fin to slide, pump him in the
spine. Get him for the money. Nigga tried to play
me and dash, and that's why me thugs should put
slugs in that ass. They telly. And me never want
to see no, oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a
nigga's ends low. If he scared to smoke a primo,
gotta go whether fiends in the clique—that's a
no-no. Gotta make that money, man. Gimme all my
change. It's a murder thang, now. Even in the
dummy game, niggas comin' up slain for collectin'
they claim. Now, Leathaface, me pick up me gauge,
grab the mask, and, nigga, me blast, so ya better
re

spect us, when you see the bill collector
rippin', killin' niggas for that mad money thang.

Layzie

Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with
trues, nothin' to lose, everything to prove.
Little thug from the C-Town, never caught
sleepin', always on the come up creepin', runnin'
this shit, now. Puttin' that Bone down. Gotta let
a nigga know for the love of cheese, movin'
thangs in the '95. Rollin' with Ruthless,
thuggin' with my niggas from the Clair, and we
smokin' them green leaves. Fuck with me, now. Oh,
nigga, don't test Rest, Strate, Leathaface in the
place on a mission. Don't be messin' with my
bankroll. Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack
them prank hoes. And I'm bettin' on me takin' no
more losses, put 'em in a coffin, and they life
is better off, and these niggas--they don't know
me--they can't know me. Thought you had a homie,
but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone, see.
Nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine. In the
'95, bodies droppin'. When you hear my pistol
select ya dome, respect that true house or
underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector--Bone.

Krayzie & Wish

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me
money, know he's up tonight.

Layzie & Bizzy

See niggas can't stand us, so they label us
scandalous.

Krayzie & Wish

And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass
gonna have to pay the price.

Layzie & Bizzy

Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the
Fo'-Fo'



Wish

Nigga, take it off. Thank you. Please don't make
me stack ya. Time to pay the bill, write your
check up all night, catch a slug or chill. Bill
collectors, better respect them Mo Thugs. Sellin'
drugs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum, check
'em. Click-click, fall to the ground. When the
glock pop, make your chest pump blood. And takin'
too long, better drop it on down, or ya catchin'
two to the head. Shoulda gave 'em up, bitch, to
the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now, you're
dead (yeah). Gotta pull that nine on the niggas
everytime, sellin' rocks on the nine-nine. Gotta
put him on the pave. If ya want to die, put 'em
in the grave, better give me all them dimes.
(mine!)

Krayzie [Layzie]

I didn't want to take his life, but the nigga
tried to run and get away with me llello. [I see
me, the murderer.] [*4]

Bizzy

Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin' steadily. All the way
to the other side we ride. Sherm, when I hit that
chrome and now, niggas is 'bout to die. Thugsta
theivin' off in Cleveland, and I couldn't sell
out my city. Murder now to come up, move, Bone'll
be bringin' that city, with me, pin me. Nigga,
this the team, by the way, don't fuck with
brains. Put in my mind off onto my murder. Murder
y'all all, and I flees the scene clean. And I'm
out to fade 'em. Hey, and I'm out for money,
gauged 'em. Better pray to save 'em, but it won't
any good, now. Bang, bang. Caution to loss in me
brain, get 'em up off the 'caine. Bang! Kill a
nigga. Bang! Peel a trigger. Bang! Comin' up out
to wet 'em, man. Off with the blood, put 'em in
the mud with a slug, thug gotta get paid.
Reachin' on back as we bail to pick up me shells.
I slip in the buck, and the gauge spray. Sawed-off
on the block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now. 'Cause
broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga,
come drop it down.

Krayzie & Wish

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me
money, know he's up tonight.

Layzie & Bizzy

See niggas can't stand us, so they label us
scandalous.

Krayzie & Wish

And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass
gonna have to pay the price.

Layzie & Bizzy

Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the
Fo'-Fo'

Frankie Faison (from Coming To America)

Your rent's due, muthafucka!