Yes and Krayzie washed Biggie too.
they all washed this nikka
[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya with magic
Droppin' down lead, but I call it my gadgets
With an automatic-status, we spray
Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not
There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
So I up my pipe, a nikka dyin' tonight
And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue
Biggie, blue’s on my ass
Pull out the cellular phone to call Bone: "What's happenin'?"
Grab artillery, a nikka start packin'
‘Cause a motherfukker tried to get me in a jackin'
And I did him, hit him right between the eyes
The spot was wise; wanna test a nikka size, it'll cost him
nikka fukk around with the wrong shyt
Y'all get mo' murdered all day, all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all nikkas wanna have a little fun with number one?
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
That red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
That red, red, rum…