[Intro: Doe Boy]
Yeah, n***as already know what the fuck goin' on with me, man
Big Doe Beezy checkin' in
N***as know who run the fuckin' city, n***a (Knowles Ave)
Fuck n***a, I am Cleveland, n***a, fuck wrong with you?
Dig what the fuck I'm sayin', man?
Fuck the opps, they don't want no smoke (Oh, really?)
Oh

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
East Cleveland, that's where I reside (Knowles Ave)
I slide through the Clair, bitch, I'm good on the 5 (Boy)
Okay if I ride with my nine
If I see an opp, hope his shoes tied tight
Fuck boy better run for his life
Yeah, the opps say I'm pussy, but know how I get dough (Doe Beezy)
Went from a thirty-eight, now I tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (Think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous (Yeah)
I'm not no rapper, bitch, I put my gun in faces
He put his pen in statements (Slime)
Broad day, lil' baby (Slatt)
Put him to sleep, yeah, we rock that lil' baby (Rock him)
You better not talk to me crazy
Aim it, blazin' soon as I raise it, like ain't it? (Oh, really?)
All of these fifties, we pull up today, shit, we might be here the next week (Rrr)
He tried to step on me, he must got two left feet (Fool)
Amiri my head to my toes, designer my feet when I'm kickin' in doors (Doe Beezy)
Skeleton AP, try and the chop gon' sing like Rome (Think I'm playin'?)
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]
Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em and I drop 'em
I bleed n***as with no problem
Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em when I drop 'em
I bleed n***as with no problem
Ayy, they don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
Double Glock to the nine-nine
Little n***as shootin', walkin' up and even drive-bys, die, die
Anybody got that 'balming fluid, we get the graveside, take it from the body in the daylight
Little n***as and the dope fiends and they all fiends
And that old lean and that codeine
A little coke clean, a bust down and the weed, it's so green
Put money in the land, my killers need groceries
Still spendin' that old cheese
Real n***as at the crossroads, I got lost souls in the mouth of my old breeze
Too fast for the gun, this fourth speed
I got more speed, n***a, that's morphine
I got four walls, look like a n***a need quarantine
Pop the monster, the taurine
And I'm touring and a n***a still streaming
The Glock still beaming, Sprite still leaning
And when you come to the land, bring your whole motherfuckin' team in
'Cause n***a, buck-buck, you get stuck up and get fucked up 'cause that's Cleveland
A Doe Boy, Bizzy Bone with the flow, boy, yeah, a n***a grim reaping
N***a, buck-buck, you get stuck up and get fucked up 'cause that's Cleveland
A n***a Doe Boy, a Bizzy Bone, boy, got the four, boy, I'm grim reaping, reaping
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Doe Boy]
Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em and I drop 'em
I bleed n***as with no problem
Pull up on 'em when I spot 'em
Get up on 'em and I got 'em
Beam is on 'em when I drop 'em
I bleed n***as with no problem
Ayy, they don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy
They don't really want this smoke, this ain't the kind of blunt they smoke, ayy, ayy (Oh, really?)

[Outro]
These crimes include kidnapping, robbery, aggravated assault, murder, and more
The police have been watching him and his rumored gang RBMG very close since being released from prison in 2016
He was last seen at East Cleveland on Knowles Street with over sixty suspected gang members