This is for..
The whole wide world,
The whole wide world, the whole wide world, the whole wide world
And your neighborhood, and your neighborhood, and your neighborhood,
and your neighbor hood
Thank God for the love
cause a nigga was up in the club lookin down on nigga rat scum
Don't wait a single black daddy
with six litttle babies and one hell of a job
Mob in and out cities why is these niggas mad at me?
They say I'm pretty and he dont want his daughter to see
I'm Lil Bizzy thank god for my destiny
I love ya momma aint no drama in a breath of me
I barely made it I was runnin around faded gunnin the town up
Comin around the corner jesus I found ya
Dead bodies, my sister stilll wanna party
Nobody can stop me, nobody can stop me
You want everything you want stop searchin for your solemate
Cause you got cha one lets take it easy help him with the homework
Dicipline yall dont need the yellin
I met hear at a party ready to fuck
And I aint give a fuck casue she in another nigga truck
You can have that bitch back as soon as I finish I'm fourteen
So I nigga kinda get it
She's a motherfuckin slut the real whatta you know?
I fell in love the real was I fell in lust
Young and dumb and full of cum
Bitch can I fill it up? damn got a baby in nine months
We was on the getup I was at home cleanin they shit up
Been up since three o'clock in the mornin (the fuck you want!?)
You got a nigga with your fake ass
now you wanna call me for a bus pass?
Fuck that keep walkin walkin
Always talkin make shit nothin and that shit gone kill ya
* send corrrections to the typist
We's gon' be free one day...
Whoo! Aaron, don't let these voices take me away. (Help!)
We's gon' be free one day
(Shut up! Shut up!)
We gon' be free one day
(Quit talking to me!)
We's gon' be free one day
(Shut up!)
(Bizzy)
Man I can end it with one blast to the brain
What am I thinking?
Suicide could be better for me!
Damn, what am I drinking?
My nigga, that's henessey!
Factions of my body leak into a piece
Turning demons to giggling
Get him some Remy
Now I'm tweaking, ecstacy'd out every weekend
Well why don't you try some PCP?
But the weed was still decent
Aww, shit he's just about seasoned
My liver won't give it up
Your blood stream is immune
Ate up an ounce of toxic mushrooms
Here you need some orange juice
OJ! I hate him (you what?)
but fuck that and pop you one of these valiums I could
He's Satan desciple, he's coming to get you very soon
Satan desciples, he's coming to get you very soon
He can come in the form of drugs
He can come in the form of blood
(Chorus: repeat 4X)
Who me?! I'm the voice in your head
You're dead as a doorknob, doorknob, doorknob
(Bizzy)
Hey rejoice!
I know where we can get some napalm
My sister's baby's daddy's getting the bomb first
Did you hit up my babies' moms?
Now roll up another L!
I love it when niggas go out with a bang
Throw my thangs!
Naw baby, blow out his fucking brains!
I lit up a cigarette, look innocent cuz we're passing 4th District
Double glock, stick it out that window ready to start some shit!
Hit that, trippin' out flippin' out, getting off, getting out
Fuck em!
Baby calm down, the law's right behind you
I'm a buck em, stop the car!
Turn around and bust em, it didn't even stop 'em
Gives a fuck about they backup, pop my trunk!
That's when they shot him
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him,
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him
When they shot him
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him,
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him
When they shot him
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become
Daddy don't love me, only come around the first of the month
Me and mommy still in the slump
Why don't he love us?
I can't even blame him
Cause ever since I came
We been stuck in the same ghetto
Now i'm carryin' heavy metal when times is tough
I don't know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough
Abandand buildings police searchin' all the children
Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where i'm livin'
Kneeling to God cause Satan never gave us a chance
Evil never had no rythm, man, the Devils can't dance
Got three pairs of pants
But I keep em all creased
Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same grease
Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle
Yeah, scufflin' money just try to stay out of trouble
Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama!
And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
Bitchmade police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
Why is the broad on my back like that?
Don't ask me, i'm for passion, i'm smashin' on niggas, come blast me!
All my people tellin' me I should sing more
Yes!
Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club
Free Flesh!
Creepin' on a come up, i'm from Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio
Don't hate myself for science, and the ??
Yet all these niggas gangbang
Somebody should tell em the truth
I'll sell em somethin' that'll get they heart to pumpin',
and help the youth!
Hangin' in the graveyard, everybody's playin' hard
Satan's on a mission to get us
I hope that nobody with us, and given us slave ways
Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day
One hundred and ninety thousand I guess platinum don't pay
Can I please get some mo' money?
Somebody could buy my way cause shit the rent's due
Glad I got ghetto credit
Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
Babies born with AIDS
and we pray for them boys they hoarding the vaccine
Black helicopter rain on em, I'm gainin' on em
Maintain the main thang on em, shame on em
But another victim died of vain for em, slain
Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane
And the only thing that survived was the black box
They frame the black cops
Slang crack rock
Wannabe Hot Boyz, so he gon' make the block hot, block hot
They wanna see me sasquash
Pull out my glock, cocked, and pop pop!
Go to jail don't nobody send you mail
Hell, i'm ridin' til these wheels fall off
Or they can take it to the chop shop
Shut up, i'm shinnin' on you bustas!
What!?
Ready to hustle get your struggle on, no!
When you wanna double up, you keep fuckin' up!
Your mind's gone, time's gone, everybody's runnin' amuck
They say that lesbians is sick
But they just do wanna fuck
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, one love, one love
Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house
Bizzy Kid the Midwest Cowboy, is in the mother-kirrt house
Is in the mother-kirrt house house, the Kid Bizzy Bone
Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house
(Yeahhhhhhhhhh)
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
And don't you wanna be lovin us because of what we do
How many people in your life you know with us is true
For the millennium what we makin, makin false come true
And until the end of days, no matter what you do
And don't you wanna be lovin us because of what we do
How many people in your life you know with us is true
For the millennium what we makin, makin false come true
And until we end up dead, no matter what you do thugs need love too
[Playalitical]
Whisper up my wistful ladies look at what this world made us
Nine 12's in the club, DJ's yokin on the faders
I promoted up my status, now we smokin on the greatest
Clownin with the paper, got a Bose, a house in Vegas
I guess I gotta say this, I got no regrets
If I could go back in time now I'd go the same steps
Look at the Lam' inside the low pro frozen, yes
I'm like ugh, really sick off when I'm gruesome, yes
We got some catchin up to do, put some ketchup on it
Been a long time if you still want it I'ma check up on it
I ain't gon' move you to the side, bein honest ain't a challenge
Only thing I'm gonna move is the commas on my balance
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Cause thugs need love as well, and thugs need love too
And thugs need love boo, whoa, whoa, whoa
See thugs need love as well, but could you make my heart swell?
Get outta my mind before I tell
Britney and Alicia, even Brandy, that's my candy girl
Now let me welcome you into my little dandy world
Me and my man's at the club, he got a girl but I'm single
I got the song on and poppin, Bizzy Bone finna mingle
Tellin me I can feel the jingle as the slow jam play
And tellin me I can feel the tingle of this Tangueray
Shavelle my belle, how you doin baby? I'm ridin
Wanna hit it from the back, baby that's perfect timin
Side by side, you and I, would you watch my back?
I guess the fact of doin what we doin, see that's that
I say now come gimme dat, come gimme dat
come gimme dat, come gimme dat, what what
She don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, huh
Now come gimme dat, come gimme dat
come gimme dat, come gimme dat, what what
If you don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, slut
Hey it's the Martin and Malcolm
And the Bobby and the Q-we ebony ivory
Brother the others the indians gentlmen
Business executives single my pendulum
Livin legends yeah we veterans
No need to tell them they know who we better than
These cigarettes killin me ebony ivory peace and war
One hell of a diary see I could get serious
Dig in y'all chest cause people been reppin
They bullet proof vest they so concerned
With who was the best I don't even think about it
I done put my publicist on it
So y'all mothafuckers could read about it
And then sing about it Bizzy doing solo
Man have this
Sit back relax and have a puff or two
Cause all we really tryin' to do is get high with you
That's just how we do
Sit back relax and pop a pikachu
Cause all we really wanna do is roll with you
That's just how we do
Seven's my family that's for the industry
Not understanding me handin me hard money
Y'all are vanity losin my sanity
Damned to be (?) heavily had to be mad at me
Doubted me just like my daddy
Niggaz don't battle me rat on me
Armaggedon to the saddle we ride, whatever, whatever
I'm ready to die sever the ties dead or alive
Hopefully all of my niggaz are fly
Summarize like some of the ties
Cause they didn't wanna see Little B shine
Leader of seven and that is the sign
Holdin the line outta my mind nigga rewind
Tell 'em my crime Bizzy ain't gonna sip none of your wine
Your wine, your wine
Sit back relax and have a puff or two
Cause all we really tryin' to do is get high with you
That's just how we do
Sit back relax and pop a pikachu
Cause all we really wanna do is roll with you
That's just how we do
Blatz all finger to the trippin and slow motion
I roll with my niggaz and niggaz we all knowin
Flowin and goin' and goin' and goin' and goin'
The original flippin but the pimpin of your poet
Bubblin', dubblin', thuggin' and lovin' my niggaz
Brothers and mothers, others aunts, uncles and
Through the winter and all the lil liquor
We be pimpin now nigga done run that that lender
In the double (?) drinkin a mad and runnin around the town
Pull up on suckas I'll pull the gun to my pucker
Fuck y'all I'm a be the mother, motherfucker trust y'all
No further, that's all no one'll go undercover
Better go on the crown and you found
Nobody love you but I stay in the ghetto
Watching these homies goin' blood puddles
It's fucked up but damn I'm still humble
Sit back relax and have a puff or two
Cause all we really tryin' to do is get high with you
That's just how we do
Sit back relax and pop a pikachu
Cause all we really wanna do is roll with you
Murdarah, Murdarah
Murdarah, Murdarah
Enemies please I keep my chest out believe me
700 laywers and they all actin greedy
Money hungry strugglin while thuggin
my baby momma complain I'm full wit pain
Cigrettes tha tame enemies filled wit pain
Itchy fingers while niggaz they snitched out
And bitches inches from havin pussy poppers wit pistol switches
picture that
I actually I'm happy daddy just dont understand
I'm back on tha block wit chucks and my man
And store my sexuality when all tha chickens where virgins (now)
Rebellin in excursions wonderin if it be burnin up suburbans
And my community we watch fights and it really dont bother me
Sadamized by poverty
Cause nobody think bout our babies
cause nobody thinkin bout our babies
Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
Heavily in tha drug thing
and if they can stop saddam from sellin missiles
How we satuated wit pistols they illegalize
And tax which changed and mark my words
They doin tha same thing wit cocaine
and herb how we everyday handle well
Jesus planted tha seeds and help ease lil boys and girls ease
There minds and I aint talkin bout smokin weed
Tha word is all you need follow my lead
Im thorough I know wit different homies barrowed thru different girls
Have double barrow pro hammers
and I sold crack to sherrell and blastin
Got cleansed to save my selve and no turnin around cause tha ??????
Cause nobody cause no ones thinkin bout our babies
cause no ones thinkin bout our babies
Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
Here for tha babies and I'm takin my kids wit me
See moses never made to tha promise land satan come get me
He's ready to burn us all baptise is flames like kane
Takin tha shot to my body can enemies aim for my brain
Pray for tha devil hopin he change his ways he still laughin
Screamin I dont know tha half but tell me wha tha fuck done happen
I aint worried bout a damn thing GOD got my back remember that
And fuck me cause I'm on tha attack
Cant waste my time wit these niggaz my brothers are just like me
Makin a form wit tha image but I love to scrimmage wit tha team
Believe in jesus indeed huh
gotta get more deeper concentrate on tha love
Satan is gettin weaker no ones thinkin bout our babies no ones
thinkin bout our babies
Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
Yeaaaaa!!!!!!!! murdarah murdarah
I don't think they ready for this one, Eric
Tell him
(Shed your blood) *in background*
Cause Jesus was the light of my life
God saves
Cause Jesus shed his blood
Don't Jesus make you feel good
Through the stormy breeze
And my children play as the day goes
How I feel like
Through the stormy breeze
And my children play as the day goes
How I feel like goin' on...goin' on...I'm goin' on
Cause Jesus makes me feel good
Don't Jesus make you feel good
Son make sure you always take care of family
And when I'm gone I'm free
But if you need me
Remember to close your eyes
And look to the stars up in the sky son
That's where I'll be
Screamin' seven
Heaven's been waiting for me
Cause Jesus make you feel good
Don't Jesus make you feel good
I like to look out my bedroom window
And watch all the children play play play
Just watch them play
But where will they go when the games are over
I hope they got a place to stay
Please do stay
Oh it's a sad situation
Though my heart just keeps on racin'
And one thing that I must know
Tell me
Don't Jesus make you feel good
We are blessed in the spirit
(Shed your blood)
Demons surround me all the time
Demons surround me all the time
Demons surround me all the time
Now pick up your psychic line
Now pick up your psychic line
Nobody believes
Nobody believes
Nobody believes me, even my baby girl
See I was raised up on that ouija in my crazy world
Better take it easy
Outta my mind, outta my mind
outta my mind, outta my brains, brains
7th Sign time, in a line, shine, fin to bye-bye, die die, bang bang
Hit 'em with that woo-woo, and that flip-flop flown-n-low
Steady as we roll
Maybe you don't know, oh
Get away for safety, in a coma like state, invade me
Everyone say: "Hey, hey, he's crazy"
Premenitions, kick pushin' daisies
Wait, they chase to slay me
Paranoid, mortal to the paranormal, jumpin' out portals.
Kinetical energy formal in the global get warmer
Mormons may mourn, may Messiahs be born, torn in the purgatory
Sworn to violence, silence, word my bond
Get ya story on, call me, saw me in the army gatherin' in harmony
Hardly in all we be so salty
Demons surround me all the time
Demons surround me all the time
Now pick up your psychic line
Now pick up your psychic line
Talk to the walkin' dead, crossroads, call on the Rev., lost souls
And I'm off in a coffin' tossin' my memoirs, oh no
In the closet, come open the door, what do you see?
A funeral
Usually closest to kosher 'til I see some loved ones, don't go
Get it crucial, pick up the psychic line
Future to before time in the sinister mind of spiritual wicked
Intertwined with weak souls, come kick it
Written, rewind, get it, look out, hit it, rise
Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride
Mimic, die
Nigga, fly
Boom bye-bye.
My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign (7th Sign)
Time after time get mine, gon' get mine
Pick up the phone line, pick up the phone line,
ready for truth on the loose?
Got a dime or two and I'm liable to tell you, only if you know, wooo
He flew right bye you, true
demons follow and resume from the womb in the tomb
I fool you, boom, boom, boom
B-b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Jonny Craig, Bizzy Bone
I can still feel her
From distances and miles away
Galaxies and dimensions and cosmic aspirations
Are you ready? C'mon.
Verse 1:
So she wants to make me pay
I am expected to lead the way
Baby, I'm on the case
Respect me and clean my slate
Save face and watch what you say
You the thing like I watched you play
Covered it up like smoke
Now that I'm back, you can get all your dough
Chorus - Jonny Craig:
Do the words still love you?
Can you secure its claim?
Bottled up like smoke
Floating over flames
Verse 2:
Babe, so you expect me to endure your pain?
I can’t wait to, oh forgive me, okay
I'm gon' bottle it up like smoke
Can you endure this flame?
Bridge - Bizzy Bone:
Say "I have no conscience, I'm all about game"
And I say "That’s shallow, and you wont change"
And those words hurt me in the exchange
So I splurge and send my tears away
Chorus - Jonny Craig (x2):
Do the words still love you
Can you secure its claim
Bottled up like smoke
Floating over flames
Verse 3:
You talk about the women that I'm running with
And why you even care about the women that I'm running with?
The funny thing is I can’t remember when you was the only woman that was running it
Coming here and talking that gutter shit
The money was good then it was good with the covenant
The money got low and you rolled for the what of it
The better you test when I'm broke with no lovin'
And I'm floating over the flames and maintain my thuggishness
Ready for the world, steady my palms and pearl
And the pearl of the man from sayin it's my girl
Twirl the baton my God cause I twerk
Gonna get it gotta get it and thats when I hurl
The word that I'll honor forever is that I love the bitch
excuse me let me dig it on that dime down and say excuse miss
excuse me let me dig it on that dime down and say excuse miss
Chorus - Jonny Craig:
Do the words still love you?
Can you secure its claim?
Bottled up like smoke,
Floating over flames
Bizzy Bone:
Say "I have no conscience, I'm all about game"
And I say "Thats shallow, and you won’t change"
And those words hurt me in the exchange
So I splurge and send my tears away
Chorus (Jonny Craig) (x2):
Do the words still love you?
Can you secure its claim?
Bottled up like smoke
It's another studio rap production
Let's do this baby
Please believe it
Another studio rap (seventh sign) production
(You know how it goes) all the time baby
Yeah, hmmm
Yeah, where would I be without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life (all my life)
Let the caprice blow, sunroof
Roll in the wind, sippin on something saucy
Smokin on something so fit
Reppin the seven to the fullest
Give me bullets and clips, niggaz is trippin on me
I can like the kid its a bitch, but when I needs my niggaz
I hope they don't fall off
This is as real as it gets
Who gonna see if he saw
I've been guerilla stomped, turned into a killa from that
I seen his family, damn glad that I had my strap
Because I went about it
And I don't talk about it, shot so many niggaz
In the nineties, its a blessing they didn't find me
I could floss if I wanna nigga
Fuck your bitch
That bitch a manimal
Back up a (?) so I could dick
Fuck curteous, do you think I'm stupid
Punk bitch
I understand you put it on Capo Confuscious
I don't give a fuck about no Ruthless
I never talk about Bone
Get your thug on, pass the hennesey and
They got me without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life (all my life)
She got a solo artist, so I do solo shit
That's just the way it is
You like the way that the money's drippin
Up off the lips, word hustler
World wide, all the way to Cali
Clear to the other side (other side)
Daddies havin death raw
Bizzy the Kid, remember
That I used to hop the fence with Hope and Heather
We was kidnapped, so they gave us therapy
I used to play mouse trap
And sty psychiatristy stares at me
A new millenium, and yes I'm old school
All religion, and shit you need when your family was
All locked up in prison
It's like forgetting Pac
Everyone forgot Jock, don't trust my nigga T-Roc (T-Roc)
I've been in Los Scandulous in the tree tops
niggaz blowin blood as the cherry lime six four drop
Side to side with the lean and the door sole back
That's how we drive when another person's comin back
You better believe it
Where would I be without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life (all my life)
You better believe it, ain't no fairy tale
Don't nobody pay my motherfuckin bail
I'm going to jail, with a stomach full of hennesey
Ecstasy pills only do it once, you only live once
For real, fuck it snort the cocaine
Give me a drink right out the bottle, if you give me a germ
It ain't nothin my girl can't swallow, cause it's the first of the word
Is this the crossroads, you niggaz is lost souls
I am in the arrow stuck in the crossbow
Suckered to many things, I did it but all on my own
Liquor, was always loaded, but niggaz was always gone
Don't need me no sheisty shit, don't need me no feisty bitch
niggaz is (?) fuck cause she'll murder you with the quietness
She'll murder you with the quietness!
Where would I be without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for (seventh sign master mind)
You Krayzie (Bizzy the Kid the midwest cowboy)
But the widow tried to play me (play me)
Home in front of my vaugh
They say Bizzy he think he Pac
Passin out on stage Rollin Stones was shocked
Bizzy the Kid grippin this baby makers
Tellin the whole story
Runnin from cops
Bustin shots smack the top with a forty
I'm never gonna pop
I'm never going back to Ruthless
Stick to the block
You better believe it
And I'm sorry to the fans of Bone
But I'm bently, Adi Faus, and drop tops
Lou Gary, swisher sweet
And that's the way that we monster mash
Homies gonna respect my gangster
Watch the way we count the cash
Bang the gang
Seventh sign
Twenty seven, seven years
Looking young feelin fit
And I don't have to depress the crypt
I don't need no make-up neither
I don't want you to touch my hair
I just wanna reflow in sickness
Making money everywhere
I don't wanna have prop appeal
I wanna work with real niggaz
Real biggas
Trill niggaz
Rappin with only ill niggaz
Seventh sign crack the seal
Niggaz make you wanna kill niggaz
Crack the steal pedal to the metal
Master dash and gash
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for you Krayzie
But the widow tried to play me (play me)
I am the general realin incredible better than
Ten year veteran
Off in the cut with a cup of essence
Feel the prescense, spread the message
Never no evidence, ain't no best friends
Shut up and handle your business
This the new thang, the true thang
Seventh sign's how we doing thangs
Gangster parties, smokin and drinkin
Puttin on my dancin shoes
How to get that money right
Pay me and I'll come dance for you
Stay the night and bend your broad
While I'm talkin in turns
Let me swallow that, it tastes like peaches
Must have been a mango blunt
Follow that, I am the future
Evolution of elevation
Knowledge is the power
We shall over come the hatred
With double barrels and rucas
Inscripted like an egyptian
Incripted like lyrical lucifer
Seventh sign conta, seventh sign boy
You done put that Anjo when I met from sancroy
Sucka
Dip it out like Ice Cube
Skip it out like Dr. Dre
Follow the foot steps of rich niggaz
Bitch niggaz and I'm on my way
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for you Krayzie
But the widow tried to play me (play me) x2
These are my truest villains
People are fake as hell
Women don't turn me down
Feel me like they feelin brown
I'd rather be David Ruffin
I don't wanna be Odis Williams
I don't wanna be brew needer
Smokin chronic, drinkin gin and bitch
You ain't everybody
We were the perfect group ha
Promise you broke us up y'all
Bizzy always tells the truth ha
Ain't you a liar, ain't you
You are the venemous snake (ha)
To bad none of the homies got bitten
Hell yeah I wrote this for all L.A. huh
Any rapper wants to battle
Wanna see who goes the fastest
I don't have to study or nothing
I'm a leave that up to you actors
I don't be the source to the vine
When I'm up in Barns and Nobles
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Seventh sign soldiers
Standin in my gangsta pose
Shop as a cobra
Look in a mind of a mad man
Medicated with doja
I'm mutilatin this roll call
No metaphor
And the rappin is real
Let it be the hook
Fuck a Jimmit
If I die will you kill, nigga
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for you Krayzie
You have been sentenced to 567
I ain't even do shit what the fuck WHAT!! this is bullshit
Before I go (whoooo)
Momma momma I know I'm selling this marijuana god
I do what I wanna but god they won't give me a job
I scream and I holler and even tried to stop the cops
Block my get away I know I'm selling chop chop
God when they send me away on the ten pop
Waiting for, drama cause I'm skinny
The streets may be hideous but the heat was pretty
Candy made me die tittie why when we ride
On to the nitty gritty slide on the system of lies
With me and my pride I don't think I'm gonna make it alive (what)
Cause if I do
I'm a be institute
Sugar lies thugged out ever since PAC died
I know what thugstas all about make a sacrifice for Christ
These motherfuckers never could kill me twice (kill me twice)
Crack pipes on the playground playground playground playground playground
Before I go to jail yall
Hell nah don't let em put me in a cell lord
Prays god now
Before i go to jail go to jail go to jail
As I sit in this jail cell hell
Reading the mail mom sent to me
I can tell she getting weary
Where my daddy at, I don't give a (fuck)
Nigga don't call me when his money stack ducking to kill us everyday
Where the love at Bone Thug brand new
I always been with god, but is god with you
I keep hearing these voices
Having a hell of my choices
And telling us the poisons on my soul and hennessy was the ointment
Seeeeee, Saten still the enemy
Never been a friend of me
Especially in the fast lane
I can't pretend to be an angel when I'm only a servant
Content in service to the one and only undisputed with common courtesy
None of yall could've been worse then me, I've stoled things that I ain't proud of
I won't even mention the power
CD I was getting near it
If I die today I, I'd die a happy man god bless the family
Before I go to jail yall
Hell nah don't let em put me in a cell lord
Prays god now (Repeat 3X)
Before I go to jail go to jail go to jail
Damn nobody sent me 20 dollars
And my baby's mama's fraid to kiss me
You don't miss me I don't blame her I made it to be
Family kept on dissin me
And got a letter I'm hoping to die quickly
Hoping to die swiftly
I'm going to take all these niggas with me
And keep on testing me in the water and wonder why I don't cry
Cause they stiff as me
520 years what the fuck is 5 more
What am I here for cause I was blasting at the five O
Lil run and blow it up
My niggas grown up
Throwing up gang signs
And I was praying at the same time
I tell em slow it up
Hell no
And don't you wind up in this hell hold
If I can do it all again
When I becoming a man
Learning in prison
All these criminals yall don't know how the fuck they living
But I ain't given up reading the bible everyday
And only god can say I can pray
Before I go to jail yall
Hell nah don't let em put me in a cell lord
Prays god now
By: Bizzy Bone
From: Heaven'z Movie
I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your lost souls and fuck the world those little girls in Jonesboro died all alone down in Arkansas woods little Mitchell strapped up with ammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is plotted out in land morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody STOP IT put it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read bye bye baby Debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to the parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no Marilyn Manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance it I got children myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin.
[chorus]
I stand in front of the Congress with these runaway slaves of justice blame it on Bone Thug music and abusive fo' fathers don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce juvy back in Columbus in Cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid for and Mr. Mitchell Johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at 15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him go heard him go little Mitchell dead and gone from the Mob boss BB Gambini Nina Ross in the Crossroads die off little demon off those and assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyz is killas that'll split you wig and of course they should die as if they were muthafuckin big you dig.
[chorus]
I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally unfoil little Mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay attention boy 'member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you soon will die give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho movin in heaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in God but I'm worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with my crossbow glory to Jesus I love my mob BREAK 'EM OFF DAWG lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's muthafuckin big can you dig...........
[chorus]
Little Layzie made the plan up
And Wish said I wouldn't bust
Til he was witness to my sickness, started pickin' em off
What? When I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms
Gimme the reason to stop your breathin'
And I will leave him eatin' lesions
I ain't even drop the bomb
In the nineties i'm at Juvi,
til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin' Uzis
You won't punk me, a stack don't front me
No crack, put it up and laugh
And get with the Bone Thugs mash
In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself
And dreams of hookin' with Eazy made me queasy
Maybe no food and bad health
You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins
And plus, my groins stay poised
And only count on yourself
Damn, who would've found thanks, swing I'm slick
And even though I'ma stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch
Remember crack them broads blastin' with Deuce
Deuce isn't missin' over some dick
I'm still laughin' on my mission
You gotta be careful where you go
You gotta be careful what you do
You gotta be careful who you use
You gotta be careful who you choose
See, in the trenches with my henchmen
Respecting the blessings given on the commison
While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him
With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve
Hell, I love my children all is well
Oh yeah, sell a key for payments
See my baby's need it daily
Lay Lay I see you're shady, huh
Niggas must be crazy
I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby
And i'm down for mine, give up my money, money
Nigga, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to year
Why don't you lend in need cause niggas is out here strugglin'
Holdin' back the tears, but it ain't nothin'
Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the functions
One of my homies that I buck with, oh
You gotta be careful where you go
You gotta be careful what you do
You gotta be careful who you use
You gotta be careful who you choose
You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do
Go fuck who you wanna fuck
Smoke with whoever you want to
Wait a minute when it might haunt you
And while every nigga in jail found the Lord
Cause it's time to visit the parole board
I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor
I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker through the door
Niggas come when the money's abundant
But then start runnin' when it ain't no fun
And when the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick
Tellin' me to think about my kids
Big bitch, swear to God, they ain't punk
You can turn a ho into a house wife
Or fake niggas into real niggas
Where everyone wanna be in the limelight
Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the frontline
Stickin to the message,
cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison
They ain't tryin to go to Heaven
Might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself
I had a vision of a little division
I'm on a mission traveling the world
Talk to all the little children, the adults is fake
And don't listen, watch your back
A nigga had a premonition
You gotta be careful where you go
You gotta be careful what you do
You gotta be careful who you use
You gotta be careful who you choose
I don't wanna rock the pump
But I'ma do it if I have to pop the trunk
And I'ma get 'em niggas thinkin they missed me what
Yeah
Studio rap productions (this is how we ride)
Uh (and this is how we ride, seventh sign)
My seventh sign niggaz still in that thang a dang
Knelt down come around my way
That's how we monster mash
Sip that crown all day everyday
Hey, hey and then I'll be pay-e-yayd
Fresh out of them carcus mountains
Fountain of youth viking the future and truth
The revolution of runaway slave don't stop 'til the execution
I'm rappin, workin for my people don't beg for no restitution
Bizzy be khaki'd up baby dust a mink
You gotta love me cuase I'm ghetto fabulous
What do you think, half breed rock the mic
Seven don't rock no pig I'm giving the people what they like
I've heard of murder but I don't know nothing
Like 'ternal clink, sink
I ain't had a drink in four motherfuckin weeks
I'm gonna go split my dome, what do you think
You better believe it
I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to fight, and we can
Bang, bang all day (all day), all night (all night)
All night (all night), this is how we ride
This is how we ride
And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight
So we can bang, bang all day (all day)
All night (all night, all night) this is how we ride
This is how we ride, (this is how we ride)
Puerto Ricans call me papi cholo stop drop
Pop in the blunt black mafioso
Bullets be rellellen through you fucks
Gotta a cop coppin a co-co
The block is hotter than lava
My nigga dial it this is devotion, holla
One of thee broke heart rapper
Your hatred is gasoline my words are vitamin mena
You need to shut your mouth and mind your manners
Gettin high since I was nine
Dead homies, I could still smell pine
And wether I twist my tongue or not
Little Bizzy still gonna shine
So re-lax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down to murderous music from me
Check out my new thang please
Don't let 'em rap they whack
Don't know how to move thangs, pack
Or playin in stadiums, third markets
I threw thangs back
And I'm the rebel that made it rappin 'bout crack
Read many books to elevate my levels
So the words would match I am the fresh batch
Bakery, seasons veteran kesh
Now let me ride, gotta thank God just for saving a wretch
So y'all come on
I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to fight, and we can
Bang, bang all day (all day), all night (all night)
All night (all night), this is how we ride
This is how we ride
And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight
So we can bang, bang all day (all day)
All night (all night, all night) and this is how we ride
This is how we ride, (this is how we ride)
Bizzy ain't never made no honor roll
Dope dealin and dropped out
Got addicted to money can't stop it
This is what it's all about
Drunk, yellin "Geronimo" here foo
Seven is jumpin with me black limo window tinted
Roll it down let 'em smell that sticky
This Bizzy the Kid let the prescense come
Graze your city I refuse to go back to funerals
Niggaz be dying to quickly
Cause the knuckle heads get buckled
I know they comin to get me in my life
Like I'm blackula only the lights been with me
Here we go into the king elected by the people
I gotta grip on things I'm watching evil
You know my steez plus believe that I'm gone with it
From dusk to dawn you could ask the matradi
Bizzy got that Filet Mignon
I don't need no empathy play the track
As I control the symphony
Gotta get my monopoly property of that nigga Bizzy
Thought he was hard and got his jaw brought
Bitch I can pass out, get up, start rappin and have it all locked
I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to fight, and we can
Bang, bang all day (all day), all night (all night)
All night (all night), this is how we ride
This is how we ride
And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight
So we can bang, bang all day (all day)
All night (all night, all night) this is how we ride
(Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboy
Galloping to a hood near you
Imagine me being signed to B2K (What!)
What you fuckin' think you could pay me in monopoly money
Man I will smack one of you bitches in the head
With a baseball bat, but I ain't fuckin' around
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..
Son of a bitch, mothafucka, they never threw a grenade
I'd never sell out to B2K
Gotta love the way the industry be holdin' me back
I'm the rebellious leader of the army brigade
Ain't a nigga that could bite my style, because it always change
You hold me down, I'm still gon' reign
Got popped in the back of the dome
Went home, came back, put a bullet in one of his fuckin' brains
Murdered my little brother and how much do you think I payed
To chop up his body to dead remains, God kidnapped you
Threw the tape like Kane, jump outta the window
You know I'm gettin' away
They murdered my general
Now it's time to take this shit to another level
The Babylonian's against the Rebel's
It was seven of us comin' with the Bone Thugs, up against the raws
Come out corners doin' the devils, put the pedal to the metal
With me and my seven animals
Right around the corner, reload, and holdin' the handle
Got a .357 that everybody call Cannibal, Russian Roulette
Who's next, ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin' man
I keep guns on a mantle and a candle for my little brother
Capo Confuscious, you know what it is, it's how we do it
Throw a brick in the building, scandal mothafucka it's Ruthless
I never tolerated a Judist, The Passion of Christ
Give me the money, you'll never fuck me twice
Boy shut for the apostles, givin' the Gospel was the wings
Spread 'em open, takin' flight, nigga shot at
Bizzy the Kid's ready for combat, bring it on
Napalm, brung back, runnin' with machine guns
And an all around drum, look similar, sinister
Ripsta with the napalm
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..
I couldn't fuck in the kitchen, watch the FED's kickin'
I carry niggaz away and then they start snitchin'
Bitchefied, they got me mystefied, I'm fuckin' money on
Here to say they get to stickin' for the bitches
My niggaz in the pen turned rats into women
And gave 'em pony tails, make 'em wear ribbons
Through the visiting room, he's kissing his kids
And 'bout to do my mothafuckin' dishes
In the crib come on, you wanna feel it, I'm the realest
High off spinach, before, I'm getttin' sentenced
But, hey, what about the apprentice, I'll never tell
I already told you what the 7th do to the snitches
Split personality, sorta like Fight Club, never get rest
I got to smoke weed, the blood on my little brother, blood
What you really wanna do, I don't think you really want none
Roll down the window like what up cuz, fuck the cops
Fuck the fuzz, look in my eyes you could see the buzz
See the thug, hardships, mothafucka, that I just had to break
With the tongue and I'm horse like hung, ask my baby mom
You rap like dung
Can anybody tell me where you got this shit from
Cause I'm the mothafucka with the gun and the dum dums
And I smack 'em up, nigga suckin' pump pump
Chris Stokes, better get 'em 'fore I get one
And put your money where your mouth is, I'll be ready for war
Get kicked with the hot ones, and it's one last thing
'Fore I knock you out
It ain't nothin' like money in a ZipLock bag
And you could get smacked up, (plus!) hey everybody
Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas
See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see
They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master
So the people didn't go on the boat, you know what I'm sayin'?
B-L-A-C-K-H-O-L-E
(Shit, smoke, can a black man get some paper up in this place, man?)
(But I'm a black man in a white man's world)
Fuck this shit
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menensky!) mobbin'
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka!
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka with Watts niggas
In Cali ready to riot and rally around
brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo
?? Gettin' wacko and smokin' tabacco
Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I'll pat you down too
My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don't make me blast you
Right past you with the mask on, bitch
Sippin' the passion, get it twisted mister bitchafied
This introduction bustin'
I'm bumpin' properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job
Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no pron
You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, nigga don't jock me--you're raw
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(I'm tryin' to get high muthafucka')
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(You're over here trippin' and shit, man what the fuck's wrong with you?)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Man, we mobbin' on niggas
You niggas can't fuck with me
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects,
We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
Hock my Benz
Fuck a bitch for the babies and Christmas gifts
When I'm lifted ridin' down the strip: same niggas, the same shit
Workin' the graveyard shift back on Brackland where the broads flipped like a
movie
And my raw dogs trip in the line of duty
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the hoopties and my Lucciano's
groovy
Judge and jury my movie confuse me with those other thugs
On a high speed chase say
Say don't swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like love
We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, muthafucka word
Sift through my proberbs
And I heard that we're rockin' up birds
When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin' soldiers
Smokin' doja, composure suppose
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Menensky muthafuckin' mobbin')
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Watts niggas. With Watts with muthafuckin' problems, c'mon, c'mon)
Oh, Menensky mobbin
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
Born to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit
I'm on the chronic chokin' bubonic, harmonic
Eyes blood-shot red, loc'd out like Eazy--he dead, surprise
Fuck the Feds, fuck the bitches instead
Step in the bedroom, I'm about to get some head soon
She's wet in the womb
I'm kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun up
What up, done up, shut up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful
Well why the fuck I feel so much pain stressin' my brain?
Let the train pass, look at the sky, play, laugh
With visions back in May on how I played dad
Don't say that and criticize yourself, I'm'a tell the truth
Roof nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly
And shoot if you wanna
Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, it's normal
Eventually your number's called through the portal and muthafucka fall
Here's a quarter to call your dogs
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Nigga, Menensky mobbin' world-muthafuckin'-wide on these hoes, c'mon!)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
Whoo!
We're smokin' chronic with love and the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
For sure
(Menensky niggas mobbin' world wide
This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime
(Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin')
Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope
Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for
You can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw
You can steady toughen the law;
they'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores
Tuck in your jaw
If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower
sinus flaired to the smallest odor
Tried to get open but just a file folder
Next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless death
I'm compound to be a sound souljah
On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava
Drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder
Addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures
Enlistment predicted to be held over
Hired wired cobras to work front desk, smoke
Dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be less
His ploy to decoy the congress, skills
Too broke to pay homage
In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate
Had your staff astonished precise math, most dominant
Switch
Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish
No talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced
Stompin' the housing, crowdin' kids
That's pounding playgrounds and courts
Where small missiles went through
So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse
Raps biggest divorce needs figures
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth
When the greed mood falls off
The danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft
Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus
Not lookin', in a rush, might have been a mascot for
I.H.O.P. as human slush, keep it lower than hush
The diploma for lust and slight comas
When I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts
Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush
Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope
Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds
The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' them down
A nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground
Preparering kings, courtship is now
Ignite torch for sundown
Quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga
This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders
White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November
At the brink of dismay
My eyes will never flicker
Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver
Have no ties to the beginning
Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks
Incentive: soul search the whole earth extensive
Had a low chirp, slow birth in placenta
Incubated and escalated to contender
Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on mush
Now sexually molest ovaries, finessed
Locally approach me with respect and royalty - Majesty
"And after this you'll call me Your Majesty'"
Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence
No talents with instruments
But the choke-hold vocals compensate the difference
Society full of menaces - abnormal residents
It's like I'm floatin'
I think I'm floatin'
Got me open, I guess I'm floatin'
No jokin', I'm movin' as my words are spoken
A vibe in groovin', lightening movement
Yeah
The world ain't yours yeah
The wor-or-or-or-orld (the wor-or-or-or-old)
Better prepare for war
Better prepare for war
Better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Better prepare, betta be ready for whatever
Little B still be gettin sturdy and eleventh in the ghetto
Down in Columbus I stay thuggish ruggish
Smashin the pedal, throwin up the seven
On these playa haters, blast the (?)
Little boy been poppin all the crude oil
Off in the ghetto we don't know nothin about it
Cause half of these brothers can't be loyal
Bitch you be sippin on hennesey, remember me
But I'm inside the twenty third century
Givin the best of me
Evidently this is real, but it don't barely feel
Let's do the (??), quick 'fore I get killed
It's just a battle field, it's how it's going down
I don't wanna be twistin the (?)
As I come around, better watch your back
And don't be scared, youngster
This is the gangster party, and who me Bizzy the thugster
Call me Kamikaze, I won't even speak about Illuminati
Welcome to Babylon, hell, I need to speak to Tommy
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Gotta get the drink and be thinkin she fin up in the car
Karlos Shamar Davis, 2-Pac, and Biggie Smalls
Eric Wright, one of the four fathers of gangster shhh
He one of the ones that got me in, y'all know what it is
One time for Left Eye, put your hands up
My little daughter really a makin me man up
Oh Lillian, I think I fallen down the steps 'bout a million
That's the way I'm feelin here
What about Bone Thugs, if you really wanna know
Gotta keep it movin, keep it goin, cause I ain't no ho
Cocked in the streets with them, bustin jack move
This game is all about business now let this track through
Slap boxed with the biggest brother and make the big boy fall
For y'all motherruckers, my foster brother got shot
In on of his eyes, I guess Jehovah ain't want Tracky to die
Come on
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
How dumb would I be if I sold her the (?)
Just because women'll swallow you
How dumb would I be if I hit you with battles
And niggaz beggining the story, I've been in a trap
In Columbus Ohio, like smile now thug world
Drunk and I'm buck wild and if you done better enjoy the (??)
I comin to (??) ready and proud what the world say
Y'all live about that keep on keepin on heh heh
Little B boy with a blemish off comin crack
My seventh signs niggaz weed me I could smoke a pack
Gotta give my to sign finish the ghetto man
Since elementary I've been rappin just stayin Bizzy
A couple of sissys in the long run give me some
Lets make this conversation keep it were it sayin
Welcome to Babylon, we in the universe
You know my name dog they call me Bizzy y'all
Thug world ghetto church
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
Niggas stay hashed out, hashed out
Mash on these niggas til we passed out, passed out
Laugh at these niggas cause we assed out, lets bow
These niggas smacked me in the fast lane
last thangs I need is enemies, is that fame?
Well that shit is lame oh no
Original bang bang gotta maintain the main thang baby
Lately always runnin from ladies
cause no one's thinkin bout my babies
Just maybe I'll be lonely left, cause y'all gone crazy
Got everybody out here wonderin if I'm broke, I don't play that
And we pray, and we pray
let everybody say that, and you can do what the fuck you wanna do
Not like way back, hey
Got mail from the payback, it's evil all around
Now, here we are, praise God, don't hold us down
Praise God, don't hold us down
Praise God, don't hold us down
If you got to get your clown on wit'cha
top down when ya hear the cop sound
I gotta go punch em, calm down
And when you're in the club drunk and you think you see a punk
he just might have a pump in the trunk, and ready to fuck you up(up)
You niggas can't get near me by not carryin the load(load)
as soon as you get babies, she can't wait to say, hello
These niggas think they Panthers, keep movin, go get some Pampers
any questions get on your knees and get the answer
Evidently everyday
Who the only nigga you know?
Who the only nigga you know, that's thuggish ruggish?
Ooh ain't shit changed
Who the only nigga you know?
Who the only nigga you know, that's thuggish ruggish?
Ooh ain't shit changed
Who the only nigga you know?
Who the only nigga you know, that's thuggish ruggish?
I still do the ditches with my song still fuckin with the lights on
Sit up and real enough to look at the kids
and tell em momma ain't with us, us, us, us ...
It won't be easy believe this
We were birth inside the fetus
ghetto mamas still caught up in ghetto drama think of Columbine,
pop pop, what if it happened to mine?
Will I get paid and keep quiet, or say, fuck that and start a riot?
Niggas lyin to me demons keep flyin to me
chuckin many in the street pimpin me fakin lets make history
My people keep the flame in me help me make this money on my family
I can feel it even if I died burn me
They can't kill it if they wanted to my spirits keep on hauntin you
Can't wait cause I'm the realest
I come with the wickedness and pillage the village
Stick with runaways
Fuck these house niggas and grab your crotch nigga
You slouch rat mouse, niggas bounce, niggas bounce, niggas bounce
And my daddy, daddy, daddy's on the chain gang
tell em bout the gunline boss the same thing
And I hope they took a good picture somebody's out to get ya
Lay me down shit's gonna happen right up wit cha
I've seen murder on the news burnin smellin up the room
And the bang won't let me sleep
I put in me latch, latched with a broom
Strategize like, ahh, and it will materialize
Fantisize like, ahh, and never materialize
What am I the dead weight? It'll be okay
I'm hopin that choo choo ride out the real chance, real here
So all my people with AIDS we can sit down and play some spades
Yeah, Daddy's the crackhead
Mama's just lookin' for love
Marijuana, weedman, little thug
We don't call him Steven
Breathin' in the garden of Eden
Eve was corrupted body combusted from the flames
Cleveland ain't give me nothin' but game
Goin' insane and It's rainin' bloody murder, murder
Chillin' in the gun range servin' on the corner, corner, chop, chop
Watch for the po po, drop top switches on the lo lo
Your skinny nigga with the fo fo
Make more hot tips like off in Dodge City
Elevation say they ain't gonna dodge Bizzy like my kin folk
In the lock down love I don't even budge
Cause I don't know you
And I'm sure to get my thug on, ho
Who that baby's daddy, daddy is beatin' your nigga
Where his Caddy is?
He probably mad in fact don't panic
Profanity I'm schitzophrenic
How do we manage so frantic and calm
With the bombay sneakin' on me, baby
In the battle zone, battle zone
Y'all near the end, y'all near the end, y'all near the end
In the battle zone, battle zone
Y'all near the end, y'all near the end
When I bust ¢??em on down
In the battle zone, battle zone
When I bust ¢??em on down
When I bust ¢??em on down
In the battle zone, battle zone
Y'all near the end, y'all near the end
When I bust ¢??em on down
Little Layzie feelin' the Quija shit it ain't easy
Niggas beneath me tryin' to deceive me
Wanna defeat me please not even these could keep me
All on the wave length buck to the bang
Why they gotta stay and make me faint?
War paint, walk the plank
Fuck the bass smokin' hay
Me, I ain't no joke
And then some more dope then you'd ever know
E-I-L-O, hello
When I'm all by myself let it go, let it go, let it go
Rollin' with my posse your way, hell no
Draped in Versace got me on lock
Did they rock the bells and play
Straight from the glock, glock love block later tears away
And consequences got me drinkin' free, yes i'll pay
And that's a pain ¢??cause I was stuck in a rutt, you'd say
How do we stay in the war zone
Bizzy Bone, gotta phone and then lay on the floor gone, goin' on
Probably know we read
It's hard to be in Bone here we are
In and out your car, and calm
Call me in the 7th song
Regime, you can't get in the battle zone
I see no black queen, nigga searched it
Then your other boys cursed the term
Run up your weave with one hand
I don't show no mercy
Of course!
Who the fuck is a six, six, six, seven make the mayhem
Start blastin' on you, bitch
I come relentless where your killas at?
Posted up both of my henchmen
Remember then, Twista when you wasn't aluminum foil
Strive to strike gold
And it might go slightly less dissin' the loyal
Money say I'm the royalty
Heltah Skeltah and Speedknots
Oh, you got lots of shit to say
You better respect me, mothafucka!
Seance and they knock me off with the Valium
Buy your bitch from my madallions
While my posse scopin' you ho's
Slide my Mazarati to that slick bitch
Yeah that trick bitch
I'm ruthless, Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs, sign who?
Get at ¢??em, nigga!
We got it jumpin' like peanuts
Get up and see us
Fuck with the words to the song all night long
Baby, believe us damn my man keep bumpin' my back
Get you some rhythm, musta just got outta prison
Skippin' the kid but you with him
Do the walk say, ¢??FUCK THE COPS!¢??
Give it up some hardtimes gettin' in
Welcome to the bar, baby
We thuggin', huggin' this broad
And she rubbin' on me squeezin' my ass
Better check your pockets
Better not steal my cash
Ask Cube we be clubbin', clubbin', clubbin'
I'm your nigga in a bucket, like fuck it
He think he ballin' in a Mercedes 600
But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't
You better be careful where you go
Be careful where you go
Be careful where you go
Be careful where you go
Ahh, you'll never or you'll never grow
You better be careful where you go
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never or you'll never grow
The army's on way
How does it feel that way, feel that way, the army's on way
How does it feel that way, feel that way, the army's on way
Ahh, you'll never or you'll never grow
You better be careful where you go
What am I supposed to do?
What? Telling me ya'll feeling me
Been livin' up in a material world
Ya'll killing me, ya'll killing me
Really, really, act so silly
Til he hit 'em in the middle of the kidneys
And he fall, all over a sin
Letting it feel that way, feel that way
Get yourself killed that way
Victorious-ous-ous-ous
And put him in cuffs, fucked him up, up, up, up
And wake up, wake up, wake up
By the caffeine and green and nicotine and a Ute Ferrari, aye
Come around our way (yeah)
You always wanna party
You gotta handle your business
Can I get a witness?
Mmm hmm, what part of the game is this?
If we were in the islands, I would fry your whole tribe
Sicilian style while add enough break wide
As I come back with the vibe
And I throw up near side
Grimy niggas I can feel ya
I've been here the whole time
The army's on way
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow
The army's on way
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow, you'll never grow
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow
Ahh, you'll never grow
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow
Ahh, you'll never grow
Where your friends ain't your friends
And your foes ain't your foes
Where these niggas turning us bitches
And these bitches turn into hoes
Where the women at?
Baby I'ma getcha back, getcha back
Sit cha back, lick ya back, split ya back, picture that
If you don't know my story that's a more the reason to get the seasons
I'm stressed but I'm still breathing
Cleveland, the city we come from redrum
And murda mo I can feel some
Dumb idiots, hideous, fiesty, insideous
Some say I'm the prettiest thing
No need me rapping?
Fuck that!
Wind up just like a muskrat
Hut one! Hut two! And bust back!
Cuz that's just how we do in fact
How do I feel me?
Fuck that touch molest two
And what's that little lesion on me?
Jesus, why did I do that?
You better be careful where you go
What am I supposed to do?
You better be careful what you do
What am I supposed to do?
You better be careful who you use
What am I supposed to do?
You better be careful who you choose
What am I supposed to do?
Ahh, you'll never grow!
The army's on way
See, we can ride and fuck a cop
Oh no, let's walk and fuck 'em all
We can pull out all our guns
Or we can talk and help the cause
Silent weapons watch your step, step
Squad hit your set yet?
Ain't nobody snitching
But I see one of your niggas is itching
Soon as pinched 'em I connect he gonna tell 'em
I'm gonna tell you, you gon' get that ass wet, wet, wet
We talking about non-profit organizations
Travel with the Lord all over the nation
Unmasked situ-, love and trust have some patience
Keep the faith
Even if Satan is face to face then keep hittin
Remember Joe before value of gold broke, but I know
Whatever you facing keep on chasing, chasing
Can't runaway you gotta face 'em, erase 'em
Get to the finish get to the spinach, and keep blazing
You better be careful where you go
You better be careful what you do
You better be careful who you choose
You better be careful who you use
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Ahh, you'll never grow
Ahh, you'll never grow
The army's on way
You'll never grow
(lighter clicking in the background)
now this is what im talking about baby(inhaling)
and this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
get a bag of dope in a quarter o
(repeat2x)
(chorus)(repeat2x)
(second and fourth time at end in background "wanna get high get high")
so who want a bag who want a bag
you want a bag you want a bag
you got a bag so send em out the door to the liquor store
get a bag a dope in a quarter o
(first verse)
alright homies legalize reefer leaves and nines
some of them say we evil a little sumthin sumthin for my people
and though I know that weed will even out your debt
love everything green well thats what ma sister said God said
gonna get ya fucked up wanna get ya fucked up
when you take one hit then I make you hush up nigga shut the fuck up
(?)indo and chronic hydro and skunk and I can think of some more
ohh yeah time to smoke said so I know high day come around on Friday
toke the bowl breath deep boy yes then we pray
as the reefer help me see more everyday
wouldn't it couldn't it be heaven sent
we have one hell of a superstar bowl every first Friday of the month
and your humbily invited were truly humbly united
enemies and all of y'all hate on when i get my fade on
I'm so high
(chorus)(same as first)
(second verse)
on new year smokin the potent buddha (buddha)
they aint nuthin like that buddha lovin bomb shit
fat enough that it will make me move ya sooth ya
reefer creeper seepin in my sneakers seepin in my shiva heave her (nigga)
you better believe us even when we lonely weed wont leave us
not like these fake niggas that decieve us
all day the weed man dizzy we be better make it seedless
life aint easy put it on eazy but we still breathin
takin a hit of the reefer sendin me straight to heaven
chokin with my breezy
that herbal healin
and dont ya wanna feel that feelin and dont you wanna spend your scrilla
and givin the weed to the killas niggas forget why they killin (hell ya)
I heard they heard they heard they out here fuckin wit pills
nigga those chemicals will make you ill so get off the ecstasy
so to the realers mysterious and (???)
(chorus)(same as first)
(verse three)
thug that talkin till we love that love that that
dont legalize 'cause they know we can
gettin high just to get by
through all the suicides and homicides
and genocides drivebys walkbys gonna multiply
and chalk lines in the towns in the h-double-o-d hood and it would rain
and it aint all were it aint all and it aint all and it aint all good
I started at eleven stealin weed from coppers
and even though you beat us I gotta thank you for the reefer
neva mess with white girls but I roll those white boys
niggas come out the pen and they roll some tight joints tight joints
my shit is swollen you shouldnt be rollin
livin on green leaves that will make your heart bleed
just go and let me split up the weed and be silent and sober
no jokin when the neighbors door is open you want to come over
we smokin tokin and now we chokin tokin and then we chokin chokin chokin
chokin chokin chokin chokin chokin
I'm so high
There is no way in hell (marching factions...)
That the blind can lead the blind (...regime takin' over my body...)
Unless somebody play the dog (...intertwined into my soul)
Split personality, -ality, -ality
Split personality, -ality, -ality
I'm in reality (foward march)
Waitin' for warfare
Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
My army, marchin' factions, regime takin' over my body it seems
Regime, regime (forward march)
Hear the eruption when I'm pumpin and bustin', gotta give a concussion
Lovin' the lust and plus to touch me, rush me
Too much, you must be out of your mind
Trust me, I'm the nigga dumpin', tell 'em lovely
All the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71
We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the B-O-N-E
Hit the floor and go, and again we hit the door
Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum
Capo ballin' out of control, provoked emotions
Devotion, capture bankroll, behold the unknown treasure
Cherish your soul precious as solid gold roses
Thrown over decomposed bodies froze
Expose who chose to impose sleep
Deceased, buried six feet deep beneath hollow stone
Tragedy prolong memories, harmony, sing another sad song
Unsolved mysteries involve society
Only strong minds survive holocaust victims soft in our life die off
The (?) caught slippin', steppin' in deep shit, (?)
Ignorance lost (?)
The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless
In it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartriges
Off on enemy targets (bitch)
Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition
So mission accomplished
We're movin' in heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, watch out!
Waitin' for warfare
Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
My army, marchin' factions
Regime takin' over my body it seems
Regime, regime
Well I'm a soldier, fuck the TV
See me when they bring back 3D
Even on Eazy bookin' on me, lookin' at Ruthless now
she so sleazy, gimme some cheese!
And I see that you're scheming on the comedians now
But leave me, bitch
You better believe can't nobody save you
When I move my music underground
And don't deceive me, please, get up off your knees
I'm all about business, ask Animal
I ain't your victim and a witness to the sickness written
Did I piss you off?
On a mission in the midst of the demons
Bankin' off my voice and makin' my choices
She don't even know me and I'm kickin' and screamin'
Tryin' to get out my dreams, at least to keep me breathin'
Even poisoned the noise, got me coverin' my ears
And save my tears for years, just for the joy
But I'm tellin' you boy, not here, I gotta get my paper
Will the rapist pull my plug and fuck the thug?
Hell yeah, nigga, no love
I thought you knew and nigga don't shove
Cause I'm like, nigga what?
I'll fuck you up you know the rules
Regime takin' over my body it seems
Waitin' for warfare
I can smell your wicked rigormortis a mile from the morgue
The scorn in your soul may tell you to humiliate your enemies
Have you not read the Art of War?
Absent-minded to the enduring
Pouring your cup of damnation in the midst of my world
You gotta be out of your monkey-ass mind
No more will the look of Medusa seduce the predecessors and entrepreneurs
Retaliation, I can taste temptation
Itchin', instigatin' allegations
Undertakin' sacred assassinations
Dead presidents, weapons, and nations
Independence foresaken
Revelations in the making
Bitch-made niggas breakin'
Separate by segregation
Hatred they motivation
No relation in this congregation
Load weapons (B, pass me a clip!) trigger detonations
Bullet penetrate, men break, strain
Pain and frustration; abstain
Chain-reaction tribulations
Safe to say you can't escape disaster when messin' with a master
Unmask the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga (?) killas
Gotta get you more money, come on my little brother
And I brung him - thug on
I got him fuckin' with the revolution
All on the retribution and execution
Shootin', let 'em, do 'em
Get gone, done made a bomb bond
None of y'all pinned my strategize
I heard Bizzy's fried, I heard Bizzy died
But the word from Bryon:
Surprise, I'm still alive with a militant mind
Gotta hit it, will die in a minute, did he feel it?
Well then get it
Rewind, you just trippin' on a nigga tryin' to shine
But I'm'a get mine and I ain't lyin'
Nigga everytime I sign the dotted line it's for the riot
Nigga what you want to do and I ain't dyin' without you
In the silence will kill ya, it's the quiet ones who might peel ya
On the realer, on my lonely and I see that you're phoney, nobdy
Phone me and surely I'm out the door and don't you come for me
It's still fuck ? for sure, let it go
I know and boy I will enjoy a little toe to toe
But no, you'd probably involve the po po
And tell them that you went to jail with Bizzy Bone
We all so scared cause its, its war everywhere, you know
War everywhere
How many friends will we see die? (Why we so scared cause it's war everywhere)
How many friends will we see cry? (It's war everywhere)
How many friends will we see try? (Why we so scared cause it's war everywhere)
How many friends will we see die? (It's war everywhere)
All we need is a little love, and someone standing for the little cubs
And I see brutality all over niggas killin' niggas
The ghetto got them being born to be killas
Flooded with drugs and tryin to get us, so get up
But don't give up, ya'll gotta sit up
If you last before they kill us
And the guerillas, try come kill us
Pillage the village and we'll be winna
I love it when niggas the way we took it to another level
So many rebels doing the best shit forever remembered
And in the killing fields, everybody's locked up
And good niggas getting shot up da dadan dada
Mind if I say something for mine
Cause it's about time, to get serious
A mysterious time, blind melons
It ain't no telling, if the willing
Will stop chillin', then help the children
Turning them out, then burning them out
Like morphine, waters getting shallow
It's over and over the gallow
A president in the drop, it's on now though
The end of life, for now so
I think it's the ozone, bad to the bone bone
Mother Nature be long gone
And don't nobody wanna do nothing but speculate
And all they worried about their own
Wrote a song for the future
Millenium, I'm in, I'm hopeing it don't last untill we all past
Living in the stars, looking through grass
Aboard the enterprise, recognize this, in the course of a da-da-da-da-da-da-day
And thats the way we sing, thats the way we play
that's the way they . . now and
Still got bombs from the cold war, radioactive
And the critics, they wont take action
They want us to repo this to your satisfaction
But while they build more, computers keep crashing
What about felling, pestilence dammit
How do we manage to keep standing
Living in a legacy of bitterness
With the epitimy of vigorous trips on the ships we were crammed in, slammed in
Other man and them, why don't we demanding our damn money
If we can't get forty acres and a mule, let a nigga get a range rover
Shit you got time you, I'm still waiting on a canoe, but it will never come
I don't even know where I come from or where I'm gonna go to
I'm headed to the mother land, but will I be accepted by the brotha man?
Awww me so confused, with nothing to gain and everything to lose, choose
The righteous and the high, look in the eyes and realize the lies
Family ties, but not even for the have-nots
Who the enemy? It ain't me. It ain't even the police
Unless they trippin', and use that authority and start flippin', flippin'
Leaving dead bodies, and with them bitchin' hotties
That poppin' the collar, my god I'm horny, ride shotty
And tellin' the kids that ain't the way to live properly
Get yo monopoly and get your own property
And that's the way we sing, and that's the way we play
and that's the way they . . . now and
Ooooh and the daddies and momma forgivin' so we can live with us
And all the runaways get off the bus
Kids, put the guns down, come down
If the rest build a bridge with us, it gotta get better than this
It's head of the risk, shoulda been poor, and I been rich
Lost so many friends to the war shit, caution
When I get to walkin', and it's mobbin', nigga in a crypt
Life is a fight to the street life, tonight
I might go meet the reaper, and I will give him a hug
And tell him "Thug luv won and I'm so glad to meet ya"
And that's the way we sing, and that's the way we play
For the ghetto media
Don't let the light skin fool y'all
I will fuck you up
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry
This is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, when thugz cry
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry
This is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, when thugz cry
Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic
Maybe the past would understand
If they'd get off there ass and mash
How do you manage?
Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz
Watch for the plot and delays envoys
Scopin like a dope fiend
But I'm smokin in the alleyz
With these ghetto guns and erase my funds
Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain
Still rowdy, Jesus really never died
You crucified mutual suicide, who am I?
Local with vocals going coast to coast
Heaven'll move me right fo sho
Deception weather my brethren
but sunny days when they parlay
Get killed when they get to steppin
Member the wepon's close
and the doctor said
I need time to myself on the ocean
Those frivolous thoughts
But I'm brought up of this independent
Caught up sever relentless
Evil intentions nobody knows him
Even the henchmen warrior, poet,
never did mention
I love my lady rebel
We can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on,
and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on.
We keepin the light on at Ruthless and
I ain't fuckin the boss
lookin at me sexy
Take your clothes off
but my dick'll go soft!
Never mix bussiness with your sickness
Enemy see me flipin in the picnic
with your lil' divide and conquer
but my sister was ready to bomb her!
Get off the dizznik and off my voice
Me and my boyz
Give us a choice
How could you tell Sony that i was the
only one making noise
Ain't it a breech of trust
Look in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book
by it's cover word to the motherfucka
I....I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and
came in the office and nobody noticed
with liquid explosive on top of Versace
clothes give up the ghost
Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar,
Stacks like lil' Pesi N Casino and
Wish don't give a fuck! O
I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Bible of survival Triple six rivals, triple six rivals
Member you said I read but rode with
Killas, Niggas that'll bust in tha club you don't
feels us strapped in the bed
Strapped pickin up the kids in the realist,
the realist, the realist, the realist.
It'll make your body shake when it's too late soon as
you flipped off the saftey baby this we all day
Don't tell me you crazy
Will they sell me? Hell Naw!
For the reason this weepin widow be the demon
so cheap and at least she go peepin go peep deep
dead in yo pockets no sleep
Rollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses
the rule of these wicked tricks in the school
of these ghetto games and the fool of this bitch mist
I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me
Actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty
These casualties well they're passin me by
but I hear death callin when it's so cold in the room
who's stalling better come after me
We say fuck y'all
all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me
quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys
don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your
lost
S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died all
alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with
ammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is
plotted out
And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and
I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
E baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to the
parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance
it I got
Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me
breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin
and I ain't dreamin.
I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of
justice blame it on bone thug music and abusive fo fathers
don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce
juvy back
Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it
adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward
americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid
Mr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at
15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the
murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him go
heard
Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini
nina ross in the crossroads die off little demon off those and
assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyz
is kil
Hat'll split you wig and of course they should die as if they
were muthaf**kin big you dig.
I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally
unfoil little mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay
attention boy member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you
soon wi
E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the
signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin
me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho
movin
Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the
youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of
my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in
God b
M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with
my crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off dawg
lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's
muthaf**k
And now we will comence with a prayer
WELCOME
Hooked back up with tony C
You know what im sayin Yeah yeah yeah yeah
See theres a lot of quesions that muthafuckas need answered
youknowhatI'msayin?
They wanna know whats up with Bizzy and Bone Thugs
(did y'all break up?)
and all this and all that (whats goin on?)
I'ma simplify that shit
Feel me feel me
Standin in thick tops with two pairs of reeboks
And we not leavin til them all clean where tha fiends at
Doin it for my babies and baby it aint no turnin back
Burnin that cigarette
You know what these niggas can get
These, I done smoked soo much weed
Bought 20 V's, hennessy
And even the industry tried to play me like a crack fiend
Eazy was my nigga but Eazy gave me all the liqour, I was only 16
Ruthless cant tip me all of the demons missed me
Two of the bones dissed me
I dont give a fuck we got history
Shit it aint no mystery
Niggas is pissed off they say I aint showin up to shows
But the people dont know
I aint makin no money so what am I workin for
Tell me what am I hurtin for
Baby what are we researchin for
Restitution little foster kids give me contributions soo you can ring
out the towel
And watch its playin me now
Roll, like can get rolled over come, come and get you some,
de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me
Am I hate well I aint shot nobody yet how am I the bad guy
Yall tellin mad lies
And this is for the strong black fathers
Gon get your dollars and take your kids to college
Keep some extra for leather squallas
My momma was a hustla, and you can call me pretty boy floyd
Runnin when i hear the cop noise chillin coffee pops, they boys
Thank you for the beatings im my own man elevate then a grown man
I dont trust nobody, chemicals that was taped thru my nervous system
And sentimental survivors ducked down in churches protectin strays
from mangin
Did I forget to mention GOD never me and my wife drop daily
On our knees forever little babies
Remember remember the faith will get you through
Even though that hate was all we knew
Still throwin food drives droppin little kids hollas
as we get rushed like Elian Gonzales screamin for momma
Roll, like can get rolled over come, come and get you some,
de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me
GOD first then we second for musics a blessin
servin it from lyin then I aint bryon
And I'm fryin and lessons of a ghetto kids
who feelin fiends cribs where everybody keeps dyin
And everybodys takin nobody years in science
if signs exist in the times we tint
Fell in cryin to the bitch
What the fuck am I supposed to do harm to the world is school
With a tactic to lose,
cause we been slaves ever since them niggas follow the rules
Minorites in hell majority in jail more rappers is actin
Never stood on no block I can tell raggin and force flaggin
Lil faggot you got some bail for my homies
Saddity you ain't nothin like Bizzy cause you phony I'm money
He dont want dymond dolla you talkin to nickys daddy
Have they momma or they fuckin fathers
hello bother my peoples with daddy
Well shit if people will tell me for fame
Lame, read books and go get some game
Roll, like can get rolled over come, come and get you some
For the Menensky tribe worldwide
(will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter
It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain
Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children
Came out of Cleveland with Steven,
and even my peoples was creepin,
but now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin
Did ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and,
keep the pistol gripped
Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem
Look out for lay man
His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
Don't run to lose your life
Enjoy
I ain't fuckin around and makin the noise,
but better believe I'll get up and leave and keep my poise
(O yellow boy you holdin?? Hell, yeh!!!!)
Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack,
and I got a mini-mack for the action
The murder and mashin,
Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash
50 thousand dollars cash
As fast as you can smash
Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks
Flash through the childhood relax and,
react it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac
Forgive but never forget
Sin yeh even within the thin begin again
With that pretty little bitch in your click
Uh spittin' demonish shit
Hey baby you need a friend
and act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off
Fuck the club even the six it's hellish
I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs
Who be fuckin with
seven....seven....seven....seven....
seven....seven....seven....seven....
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.
Gather up gas masks for biological war
We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho'
Niggaz in the C.O.
We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes
With the last word (SHUT UP!)
The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code
Oh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the Millenium
Your future youth be the truth in the music
You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore
Little E, B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Murdered in California
Need I say more
Killa forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it?
Lose the Lord's covanent
I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck
Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up
Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war
Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired
The Roof is on fire...
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all
put y'all muthafuckin lighters in the air
Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - lil' nigga...
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We's gon' be free one day...
Whoo! Aaron, don't let these voices take me away. (Help!)
We's gon' be free one day
(Shut up! Shut up!)
We gon' be free one day
(Quit talking to me!)
We's gon' be free one day
(Shut up!)
Man I can end it with one blast to the brain
What am I thinking?
Suicide could be better for me!
Damn, what am I drinking?
My nigga, that's henessey!
Factions of my body leak into a piece
Turning demons to giggling
Get him some Remy
Now I'm tweaking, ecstacy'd out every weekend
Well why don't you try some PCP?
But the weed was still decent
Aww, shit he's just about seasoned
My liver won't give it up
Your blood stream is immune
Ate up an ounce of toxic mushrooms
Here you need some orange juice
OJ! I hate him (you what?)
but fuck that and pop you one of these valiums I could
He's Satan desciple, he's coming to get you very soon
Satan desciples, he's coming to get you very soon
He can come in the form of drugs
He can come in the form of blood
Who me?! I'm the voice in your head
You're dead as a doorknob, doorknob, doorknob
Hey rejoice!
I know where we can get some napalm
My sister's baby's daddy's getting the bomb first
Did you hit up my babies' moms?
Now roll up another L!
I love it when niggas go out with a bang
Throw my thangs!
Naw baby, blow out his fucking brains!
I lit up a cigarette, look innocent cuz we're passing 4th District
Double glock, stick it out that window ready to start some shit!
Hit that, trippin' out flippin' out, getting off, getting out
Fuck em!
Baby calm down, the law's right behind you
I'm a buck em, stop the car!
Turn around and bust em, it didn't even stop 'em
Gives a fuck about they backup, pop my trunk!
That's when they shot him
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him,
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him
When they shot him
Shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him,
shot him, shot him, shot him, shot him
When they shot him
Yall aint ready foe this shit. Yall know what it is…haha (Please believe it) Yeah you know what it is nigga, fuck these niggas who do not believe, in
what tha fuck tha 7th sign will do. You muthafukkas. I need money, you muthafukkas. Put it on me muthafukka. Put it on me. This how we play muthafukkas.
Comin to get you niggas (7th sign mastermind in full effect…yeah. All you suckas can eat a dick. All you playa hatas, yall outta stop that shit, fuckin’
around and take yo bitch…hahaha. 7th sign nigga. DOA nigga/ Capo Confucius, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious, Baby Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister
big Heather)
This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)
Thats how we play...
Gimmie an ounce for $350/ Nigga need a quick divorce/ My niggas keep telling me what they keep sayin about B in the Source (Source)/ But I don’t read
magazines (Zines...)/ Nigga that’s just irratation (Tations)/ Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education (Cation)/ Little do they neva
pow-pow-pow what/ Little do they neva pow- who-who?/ Little do they neva pow me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you/ (You)/ Aint no time to be trippin on
women/ Cause women will have you get caught up n’ shot/ Lil niggas them bitches is yours/ So clap on tha rubber or beat up tha cock/ Lil niggas yall so
horny (Horny)/ Only got yo car for broads (Broads)/ How could I be hatin’/ When yall are tha fakest niggas I've eva saw (Saw)/ Yall rollin’ with snitches,
I don’t know no snitches (Snitches)/ I roll with real niggas, till they fall off/ God pick ‘em up foe they loose they britches (Ahaha)/ And I feel my
children love me/ Daddy gotsta do more betta (Betta)/ By the time we makin money (Money)/ And spending my time with ‘em/ With ‘em, with ‘em, stuck up in
tha middle/ Play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday/ Don’t be fickle mauhfukkas…
Would it be betta if we could just choose the future/ Blood mixed up call me fuchsia/ Thug picked up by the people/ No Ruthless, no medusa/ See I got
jacked in Beverly Hills/ Still I keeps it real/ Very selective, wanna just smoke n’ chill/ See I’m a veteran/ All the grenade launchers, wont cost me much
(Much)/ Anyone could get extorts (Extorts)/ Yeah nigga you can be touched (Be touched)/ I did all my dirt in tha burbs (In the burbs)/ I was ridin’
around/ With my sisters babies father/ Double barrel shot-gun say word/ Ready or not here come my words/ Steady or not, that shits absurd/ Already got, me
all perturbed/ Cop on tha block, gettin’ on my nerves/ This is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin’ been falsified/ Niggas don’t let ‘em lie to yall, I’ma
tell tha truth on mine/ And I really want no more/ Catch yo ass security wires/ Open the door, these rappers is scared as hell/ What you frontin’ for?/ He
got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed/ Is this the way it is, Little Bizzy takes tha lead…
Whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda/ I’m betta with money/ Been runnin’ around, with a gun in his skully/ And one on my buddys now dippin’ tha swisha/
And then again hmm../ Nobody’s tha best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone (Lone)/ I’ma tell yall, all my secrets/ Son of a mistress, carry on
(On) outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways (Ways)/ Burn my collection of porn/ But I don’t wont no straits (Straits)/ What about church
folks, stressin’ that I should change (Change)/ Live ya life, I’ma live my life, without the lies and let me pray for change/ Now keep tha pimp cup/ I
don’t wanna blow tha pimps up/ Cause my fathers, father was pimpin’/ And he left all of his children checkin/ I don’t have to respect it/ And you don’t
have to respect it/ Gimmie my space, and I’ma give you yours/ It’s my profession nigga (Nigga)/ It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar (Uhh)/ It’ll be
some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin’ ya column/ One foe tha money holla (Holla)/ Two for tha D-playas/ Its tha way we play n’ police nigga yall
DJ U Neek, we need to take 'em back to the projects, man
Like 1988, let me hit somethin real quick
We are way 2 strong
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I said way 2 strong, I said way 2 strong
Way 2 strong, way 2 strong, way 2 strong
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I said way 2 strong, I said way 2 strong
Way 2 strong, way 2 strong, way 2 strong
Somebody hide my homeboy
And I'm prayin' those same old enemies try [unverified] things
One of my friends is comin' with or without ya
Plus, I'm finna flip out then disappear in the rain
Those suckas can sue me, do me ain't seen a thing
Prison may make me loyal, murda may make me scream
I Been bustin with regime, fiend gonna rob me
For The Love Of $, cash, shots around me
Rebel with a cause with a sawed off buckshot
Good side, pass off five shots
If I shot that boss glass eye go cock, cock, glock watch
Man's life shall squash
Now I've struck like war, pump like war, pump like war
And so, you follow me for triple dollar bill
What's your salary? You can holler then go fall when you talk
[Unverified] the general when the federal general's on a mission
[Unverified]
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I said way 2 strong, I said way 2 strong
Way 2 strong, way 2 strong, way 2 strong
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
(We in the projects, projects, yeah)
I'm Thuggish Ruggish and way 2 strong
I said way 2 strong, I said way 2 strong
Way 2 strong, way 2 strong, way 2 strong
Projects like Y A, sell rocks slide in my low-low, for sho'
Grab my pesos, compadre slow down don't take my photo
In a mo mo lookin' out the window with a four four
Why you roll solo? 'Cuz don't nobody know what I know, fo sho'
Buy my weed hoes, Little Eazy tell Jesus to let me be
I drink Hennessey 'til I can't see, where my regime?
I present to you, our leader, Gambino with the Nina Ross...
(Applause)
Roll call, roll call (Seven Sign)
Rap is back to its original force
Commander-in-Chief and the Mob Boss
(Laughing...)
I've been waitin' to rock shit
Yea, yea, yea, yea (roll call)
You muthafuckas can't shut me up!
You muthafuckas can't stop me! (roll call)
I present to you, our leader
Seven in Heaven, I love my bretheren, (?)
Ready? Come catch us
Hey, hey, hey
It's a war goin' on here in this Universe
Ha, ha. And I spoke my mind, and it liberated me
Rap is truly back to it's original force
The weeping widow and the abominations
That is tatted on your forehead:
You will fall in the new born Babylon
Y'all don't feel me?
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this
motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what?
Bring yellow niggas back in style B
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers/ Momma was cheatin' and
sleepin' with somebody elses nigga/ A bastard is born quick, Lil' B got half sisters/ Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my niggas die quickly/ Speak from the
spirit, they comin' with me/ And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry/ Club niggas is yuppies, guppies fuckin' these little baby
puppies/ Fresh outta prison, nigga rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less/ Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky/ So why you muggin' me thug, you
really ain't buggin' me bitch/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me/ The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/
I want to move out of this country, get away from motherfuckers/ Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery/ 7th
Sign, nigga
Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)/ Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride
till we meet out demise
Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we really here up against obsticles/ I'm a radical, killer Capo-Confuscious, throw
up my fist if we compatible/ No love? Fuck it, then let's battle/ Ammo explode, machine gun rattle/ Everybody scatter, hysterical/ Sirens, police patrol
(Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back controllin' the streets/ Probablly some real niggas, got me heated, state your
beef/ These bitches need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other
cheek/ Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute/
Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up/ Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get fucked
United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawns/ In the same 'hood shit, got niggas from Compton to Africa on
that thug shit/ Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis/ I can't love shit unless the fullest extent is given/ I'm above this
deception, I know they intentions/ Weapons of thug shit if ever they step out of line/ From ashes to dust, bitch! Ride, never been far from the grave,
since the murder, never been afraid/ My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death/ And
ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed/ Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed/ Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
(She's ridin' on the highway)
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
(She's ridin' on the highway)
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
(She's ridin' on the highway)
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
Tellin' me to be careful
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom,zoom
Tellin' me to be carful though so dangerous
I say let's change it
Put on your coat and call up the chauffer
Oh, gotta leave the babies
Face-to-face it's goin' down
Baby lace it with some basment as (just a little)
Just a little temptation, and bury it underground
And make ya nigga feel famous and say "Hey, fuck the pages"
Off to the freeway, anxious to play
(Damn) Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone else
And lady respect my patience from temptations
Let off all that frustration, all is well, hell, what are you waitng for?
Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in the storm
Roll with me
Roll, can't you come over?
Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?
Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah
When I Put you in my car (Zoom, zoom) move far
We chose to lose time and, my, why there you are
When I saw that night, I had to call
It's gotta be right, it couldn't be wrong
Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at the stars, all of them, long
And on the freeway, baby believe me, gotta take it easy
Yet appeasin' to please 'em
Oh, Jesus, she's breathin' on me!
But I ain't that weak to put her to sleep
So respectful, respect your temple, subliminal
Probably pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car
Roll with me
Roll, can't you come over?
Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?
Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah
We're peekin' each other's secrets (Shhh)
No speakin', just heavy breathin'
(Why don't you take a ride with me? C'mon)
Friday!
Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we're peakin' each others secrets
No speakin', just heavy breathin'
A quarter inch from your cleavage
The reason you got me
Teasin'--be gentle
Interested sexual in a room to touch you eventual, too much potential
Lookin' at you sensual
Let you go, roll, have your space
And I'll be paper chasin' up and down, straight ghetto face
And have you ever fell in love
Just as much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch?
Roll with me
Roll, can't you come over?
Just for that touch
Roll, come on and roll with me
Stroll, come on and stroll with me
Girl, can't you come over?
Stroll with me?
Yea, you can.
Yea, you can go with me
Yea, I know you can
C'mon, yea you can
I know you can
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew, if only you knew
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew
(Nobody can stop me Damn)
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew
(Nobody can stop me)
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew, if you only knew.
Look at my sister sadden when my baby's mammy
Like she can't stand me
Say family be the first to turn so pity (?)
Filamina, my granny, celebrate the grammy damn
Nobody knew no plannin' was so perfect
Rollin' my (?), never forget the Bones
Trippin' on foster homes
Sayin' I wasn't manly with a scarred up soul
Why can't my skeletons understand me
What if I said I was molested
Would you look at me peel,
But I keep on bailin
And I hope I don't go to hell, stressed I will
Can I sell my bio? I was born in Ohio
Already on trial
Cause Pops said I looked too light, but mom 's just white
But I still had your smile
And look at me now gotta be proud of myself
Ain't nobody else soundin' so worried about my health
And all the while takin' care of my kids
How would they live
If I ain't hustlin', strugglin', (trustin') still keepin' Jesus a part of
solution
He gives life in the lungs
Breath through tongue
Now here it comes
Now, here it comes; and here we go
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
If only you knew
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
And my mama took plenty beatings
Now in her third damn marriage and man
Actin' like he cares apparently 'till you perish
But I was always there for you
Even though you let me leave he's beatin the shit outta me, too
Probably why I got my bodyguards
And I'm in charge
Watch me sleep the pay is meek
But stay with me
And keep my heart collateral, we'll never break apart
Y'all didn't see me with Eazy, as a child of god
With the underdog
Never applaud once you reminisce through the ball
Movin' in Heaven's movie
Y'all, think of all that fucked-up shit you saw
Only if you knew what I was goin' through
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
If only you knew
Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now
If only you knew
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
Flashback to may and with the weight of the world
Can't stop my girl from steppin
Lookin' for affection in wrong places
My lesson be learned world turns
The early bird gets the worm
What if it's rotten while you rushin' for love and get burned?
Five kids and that's my only concern
I was a father before I became a man society don't comprehend
Callin' me worthless but I could purchase what they purchase
But I understand behind closed curtains you workin' on being a man
Death scares me
But Jesus will prepare me
And hopefully repair me
As god would want him to, really really
Ghetto media see the thug
Watch your sins
Then it's true you can be born again.
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
It's time to give up the ghost. (Yo, what the fuck is this nigga)?
Give up the ghost. (Shit, niggaz can't even get it on nowadays).
Niggaz probably think we crazy up in this motherfucker, ha ha ha.
I got my mob up in this motherfucker. (My cousins fightin cousins).
Oh and they ready for war.
Let me hear my regime, make some motherfucking noise.
It's a war going on in the universe against good and evil.
Niggaz don't give a fuck out here, boy.
It's a war going on out here, you ain't knowing.
Can I smoke, smoke? Can I smoke?
I tell you, it's a war going on out here.
It's good and evil man.
That's my camouflage, motherfucker.
You boys is off the hook.
It's a war going on and my dogs is raw.
Nigga look in your rearview and tell me what you saw.
I see this bulletproof nigga with his hand on his gun.
I said nigga, you push the gas and somebody run.
We all scatter from the chit chat bang.
You think I'm high nigga, you got me fucked up.
I'm looking through your eyes nigga.
And I'm tough as fuck, coughing daily.
Nigga, look the same popped comet coming at you.
Who's gonna stop it? I say we dropping these hits.
Straight platinum, can you hack it?
Hell yeah, I'm been rapping since you was going on, what's happening?
Run DMC, can you walk this way?
Hell naw nigga, but I can sure pull my pistol and pop you,
Waitin' on the bail whiles I sittin' in the county jail
Question my intuition "What have I gotten myself into this time?"
One of those situations change your whole outlook on life
Despite the hardships we shall overcome, victorious
7th Sign Regime, the most notorious thugs you ever seen
Holdin' the lead, follow me, my nigga as we ride front, back, and side to side
Ladies jockin, keep on bobbin' your head
Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villian is still in effect/ And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my
momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch I
never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of
fact I'ma do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry
weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin/ Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga/ Fresh and
remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse/ I
roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...
And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."
-Prince Rasu-
Be careful as fuck, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire off a Calico/ Bastard, I'm a animal/ My guradians was
avenues/ My Lord be my shepherd, but my swarms for collatoral/ Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots,
Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, its time to take my own stand/ Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens/ Pumpin the anger
built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/ I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul/
Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down/ Ride with the 7th Sign/ Violate,
we gone clown/ Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown/ Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog/This is my town, your town
Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack,
missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them
souljahs come marchin in/ You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up/
Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper/ I ain't scared to die/ I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so
I'ma stay real until my heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life/ I am the light, and if you miss us then u misses haven't
heard of murder/ Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa/ Than
I, there was no cap peelas
Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters/ Analyzin' we done plottin'/ Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low
tolerence/ Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's/ The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down,
follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground/ Told you we ain't fuckin' around/ Strictly about our
business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels'
sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't dealin'
with no Jerry Hellers, hell no/ Call us the money makers, pullin' capers/ Baby momma need that paper/ Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only
Shit- heh, friends- heh
A friends come and go I done learned that shit
Either through death or money issues
Or you know what I mean just time and space
Family sometimes you the biggest enemies man
Heh shit
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man
You better believe it you see me
How we creeped up out of Cleveland get your money baby
If not I'm gonna break even I won't let you play me
Your game ain't even season
It's that thuggish ruggish Bone I hope you know
Little B the reason see you creepin baby
But what are you really seekin
Are you weak, don't believe in me, believe in Jesus
I'm a freak, but baby that's for life
And all the weak I'm goin deep, and I can roll deeper than you
Half breed rock the mics to survive
And I might not make it out alive I'm spittin to save my life
Tryin a make it right welcome to the world that we live
And all that I did was crawl up out the stuff for my kids
So rest in peace to Little Eazy
But your paper work was sleazy and the black widow was horny
Baby was gettin greedy my boys is 'posed to be watching my back
Load up the guns and let's attack
But ain't nobody tryin to feel me with stack
For my baby's
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I've returned, I've returned
Better bring my money baby nobody is gonna stop me
I'll fill 'em up with that hot shit
Bullets all in your body better watch me wicked posse
Yeah, automatic shotguns half of these rappers talkin
Ain't none of 'em ever popped one
Little kid from South View who would've thought that I'd make it
And the people ain't behind me my family's kinda freakish
That thuggish ruggish, nigga from Columbus
And this is the way we play spread your rumors
I just love it do it all day everyday
Ride to the rythme of the nickel put the pen in the pack now
And I know you fear me, I done been there
Done that, run that, fun that covered around
And let me kill 'em with the venom we killin 'em with the sound
Every city, every little bitty town
Everybody wanna break me down
Nobody gonna take me down East 99 has been abandoned
Cleveland they show me love, they still wonderin how
I made it up outta the famine better believe it baby, baby
Should a listened to my people, still runnin from demons and evil
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I've returned, I've returned
I'm sick of the drama, sick of havin beef with my momma
And beef with my sisters my brother got murdered
Over marijuana bless the bewilders
Strugglin, hustlin all of my life, watching my back
They already tried to murder me twice
I smoke the herb that I like, I never done coke in my life
We buy but I lie if I did it I'd tell entertainment tonight
Ain't no slackin in my rack it ain't no shame in the game
It ain't no slippin and the pimpin ain't no crack on the brain
You gotta be jealous of me and my fellas
Ain't that what they tell us sell us anything
We helpless give me a little bit faq and help us
We strugglin, jugglin, thugglin, hustlin, thuggin up in the club
No one to talk to, you step on his shoes
You really fucked up, poppa you was a roller
But his pockets are all swollen, you met the dope man
And now we on the block ask who told 'em
Sell 'em some soap man that's for all the times you played me
Old man this is your son with a blunt and a gun
Check out my slow jam
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
Out of the slums, in the midst of the darkness
and come in, they callin, all in
ready for the mission when they listen
many people, many children
better touch em;deliver the one, better tell em\\\'
You can ride to the rhythm, come on
And get your gun on, run on, the Benz along
already, Christ to the rhythm for keepin the boat steady
Everybody gather around to protect him
The lesson of the spiritual, kick kids and every
Everyone is going through their shit, and thats ??
No we not angels, and different for the feelin\\\'
Troopin\\\' in the galaxy????
???? the process, normally
Givin all my money to the poor and the streets keep orderly
Sort of like a weapon, we sharin, we still carin\\\'
Motherfuckers blessed and in heaven everybody sharin\\\'
Some of us try so hard to get attention
nonsense, thinking tellin\\\' me who was winning
But the fellas aint finna forgive all the lies
never the spies wise, and you heard battle cry
You\\\'ll never see my face or my eyes, no way
Headed to a place, nobody don\\\'t know my name
No lames, no shame, no game, no blame, no mess, no dress, no thanks (let\\\'s crush this pain)
You\\\'ll never see my face or my eyes, no way
We headed to a place, nobody don\\\'t know my name
No game, no lame, no shame, no blame, no mess, no dress, let\\\'s crush this pain
Now if you still got some gangsta in you, I want you to put your pistol in the air, and let that motherfucker go buck buck buck
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta Boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta, Gangsta boy)
Dear Lord, hit em in the head; word written in red
Candle lit with the light and the beer
Burn it up, try to fight to the death like this
Tell em what we doing and we moving with their peers
Doin\\\' in a ditch
Turnin around, they shit dipin\\\' around, the whip flippin around
the kids skippin the rims, and did that with the fish
Bizzy and the kizzy, is he coming around, they kick it
I know you with it and then we with it to the fullest, to the bullets, to the bullpits
duckin through the bullshit
Running the game, and automatic with the torches
Trenches, henches, lynches, horses, forces, choices, orchids, Jinns
endorsed with the sword, just normally morbid, fortress, soldiers cordially cautious
Fire\\\'s are still in that orchid
Man, damn, life in the ville, no flim flam
Yes the lord has a plan, The lord has a man
In us and I trust in him, and he perfect
We human, thuggin and get it, scoopin the ladies out of Hades
So it\\\'s cool like 80, cursed them, inflection, protection
in the section; young gifted and crazy
and laetly playin up these radio stations
Twista, X-man, Jimmy, gimme that money
gimme that songs, we thugged out
these voice tell in harmony with the symphony
grind and keep inside of the hood, still
Mic check, left right, would you?
Grand Pappa keeping me safe like....
Big Pappa understood the hood
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta Boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta, Gangsta boy)
My father and grandfather so happy to be in existance, alive
My understanding the meanings, the reason is like the answer on how to survive
How to rewind, make it through affectionately
I\\\'m getting as close as i can, as yall teach me to be a man
I stand for something thats more grand
The rest of the fam, demonous the winds
Abraham , bring some of the Jinns
Timothy ????? and all of the candles be pointin to sin
I thank the light, creator from darkness, the angel just wanting the love
but the love that he has can never be bought, and i thank him and call him a dove
Plus he love Allah, and plus the son and I know that he love me aswell
My name is Glory and Jesus\\\' my dad, even if all of the children fail
We\\\'ll never fail, better be careful, the mysterys ?? of the holy grail
Angels still on your trail, you worship the lord, you\\\'ll always prevail
Never could teach, I tried to preach, you know what they do to me, want to be righteous
Just instead of my stuck in the shelters, I\\\'m kinda famous, singin\\\' it right
Grandfather, I\\\'m feelin\\\' I heard the balance the talent like I was told
Make me strong from the ?? invisible things Bizzy Bone can\\\'t be boned
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(Gangsta Boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
(You\\\'se a gangsta boy)
And they never invade the territory in the story of a Gangsta
Mirror mirror mirror on the wall, tell me whos the greatest motherfucker of em all. Mirror mirror mirror on the wall, tell me whos the greatest
motherfucker of em all.
Everywhere I go everybody know cause its around and around we go/ Everywhere I go everybody know and its around and around we go (Around and around, we
go)/ Everywhere I go everybody know and its around and around we go (Around and around)/ Everywhere I go everybody know and its around and around we go
(Around and around, we go)
I wanna see your body, I wanna see it baby/ Let's get it crackin mommie, you gotta take your time with Bizzy/ Seen it in your eyes how you want me, my
baby Beyoncé was sweatin on stage, the vision still haunts me/ Needa let me wipe that off, where your Jigga at? Find me in the hood where my niggas at/
(Excuse me miss) Shit I can hit it better, hold up don't get mad Jigga you did it to Nas baby moms, member?/ What goes around comes around, cause I
believe in karma let me wifey that and you can have my baby momma/ Puffy my man, you know what it is, you know what it was, you know what you did just
because/ It's Bizzy The Kid, original hip hop thug/ I heard that Mya was on fire now shes all grown up/ Old Halle Barry, I asked you to marry me and you
passed/ You don't remember me from first class? And this is the way I'ma hit it from the back
Readin the Ebony and Toni Braxton, you gon' make me stalk you girl/ Bizzy go to jail and you just up and change your whole world/ You finally got someone
to love you, complimentin your style/ When yall got married I was in my cell, goin wild/ Rippin the posters off the wall, I had to be detained/ Shoulda
been happy for you but baby I'm slightly insane/ I hope you still got that thang that I gave you/ And if you ever needed a friend I put on my cape and
come save you, please believe/ Momma I wanna sing, I know I can do it it ain't a thing/ Been married to music since I was thirteen/ My baby momma tried to
kill me fo' sho/ And I ain't wit my baby momma no mo/ Remember Peanuts like a secret society, better be quite Dee, I won't tell/ My lesbian sisters, all
is well/ And you don't neva need another womans man, thats why/ You need a thug like Bizzy The Kid and thats the way that I'ma pay you back
I wanna see you baby, sometime/ Don't practice, let it go I'm even willin to grind grind/ Gotta get you happy for your man ooh/ But if you don't care and
I don't care, let the good times roll/ And I ain't scared to get physical up in this mother wooh, better shut my mouth/ Same ole' knuckle came from the
gun, and never leave the strap at the house, sucka/ Remember the Bone Bone Bone Bone? Ask Monica baby is butter/ But she was with her homies/ I don't be
rappin actin phoney, this is all real, all trill no bologna/ I been diggin on Mariah since back at the days of Sony/ I been checkin on babys and she gave
the candy out to Kobe holy Obie Trice/ I'm livin a dangerous life, I need to quit stalkin these women/ I wanna hit em like Lesley Pipes/ And ever since
How we do it
It's all about the music
It's all about the music
Everyday, day
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Everyday
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Everyday
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
They tellin' me the crime is decreasin'
And what is the reason for the brutality? Huh
They killing these niggas in cold blood, Bone Thug
Been a part of the reality, all the insanity, ain't no more humanity
What ever happened to family?
Lost men way back in the game, back when the crack came.
And it ain't too much changed here today
Seems like it's neva' gon' get betta'
Wonder if we'll ever get to live in peace, these days of our lives
They keep on getting shorter everytime that I realize
That it won't be too long before, we wake up and the world is gon'
And it won't be no World War, it'll be Armaggedon fo' sho'
Everyday, day
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Everyday
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Everywhere we look, there's so much violence, violence
And I ain't making no bet, I quit the riot, riot
And you ain't gotta lose, it's all about the roads that you choose
Well, what is there to do when you out there stunnin' like, ooh?
And I can feel your pain young thugs, stay focus
'Cuz we can get this money young thugs
Even though the end of days are comin', comin'
You can get it right, right now do something for somebody
Just hold on fo' me
I promise there's a betta' place for all us THUG's
If he don't believe then don't call yo'self a thug
'Cuz thugs believe who don't believe
Everyday, day
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Everyday
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Sometimes I sit back and I think, why me?
Now how did I become a victim of the struggle?
Everyday tryin' to piece this puzzle
And every second I'm out on the hustle, I sit and I gussle
Hopin' reality done pass me by, right on by
And I'm not gonna' sit and lie, all of my life is bein' fine
Like a test on wheels, a lot of determination and skills
And the death ain't neva' come easy
Now with a nickel gotta pay these bills and scrape this meal
Feed the man in the house, gotta' keep that money comin'
I gotta' be out here doing somethin'
Rather than sit back broke with nothin'
Can you feel me? If I have to come and get chu I'ma get chu
You gon' feel me and what did they say about Lil' Lay?
He's a ghetto legend, niggas is out here threatnin'
'Cuz I'm headed for Armageddon, baby
Everyday, day
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Everyday
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Back in the day with little Lay and all the Bones, we got to scrappin'
For pay, sometimes I miss when we were kids is all
Now since ninety-five back when Eazy died of a A-I-D's
Oh what a disease an' how many harmony out could it be now
Everybody wanna keep us twisted you better believe it
Little Eazy whispers different gotta keep my distance
Me payed up on the buildin' none of us used that
Just don't stop until I get shot, shot wheelin' and dealin'
Me back in the day from the crack lock yeah
I see Greg roll it I seen bad murder, murders
St. Claire as for the industry we're pickin' now, sickin' now
And the hard headed came to break it down, lick it out
Everyday, day
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
These last days, so crazy, oh I
Everyday
It seems it's getting shorter
As the world turns round and round
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
See, I went down and dirty and she liked the sucky sucky
And liked it all in her tummy, and started askin for money
It was over
Off to another one, never leave my house without packin a gun
Jumped in the Benzino, while Nikki was in L.A. smokin primo
She said no one could make her cum, til she came met Gambino
I aint need no introduction, im that Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
And I dont give a fuck what you got goin on
I left Watts, gold Zenith tootin, while shootin my show
Is that cocaine?
Boo, you gotta go
I miss her though
Back on the ho stroll, drinkin and losin control
Got back to Cleveland and hooked back up with Mo Mo
Pretty young thugstress, who loved the thug shit
And on the lo lo, I like that, even rolled the getaway
'Cause I aint that ordinary thug, go on all about that gun play
Soon as she popped up with a baby, drivin me crazy
Watched her push it out, cut the cord, little Christian, love you baby
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
So now we havin sex again, hittin some different levels
The babys lookin Mexican, I look at you like the devil
My sisters only using you, cause I never abused you
So shes doin it for me, only if you knew, boo
And plus, she fucked Layzie, was makin eyes with Krayzie
And old Flesh had her first, but im that one that made it work
You can kiss my ass, hear my laugh
Hear me now and listen later
Anyway, im still the playa
On the real bitch, you hurt me, if that's any consolidation
You was just another temptation, on to the next one
Thats enough of her
My belt is just the way I like it
Dont bite it and you can get it when you want to
You love the way I ate that, your girl hated that
But dont be dumb
I guess its too late for that
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
I'm cummin! Tellin me you love little Bizzy,
God dont like ugly, and he aint too fine or pretty, is he?
Oh, and I seent you hangin with sissies,
All that sinnin, women with , actin feminine
But you said he a sho' thang, that'll make him a better friend
But then again, how could I judge?
But they still cant kick it with the thug
Check all the glasses, and check the toilet seat for bugs
As soon as you passed it, I was high enough
I aint a facist, cause I dont like to kick it with faggots
Do yo thang, and I hope that God helps you on your quest for thangs
Rain, rain go away, come back another day
I don't love them hos
I don't love them hos
And the moral of this story is don't love them hos
If you searchin for somethin
You searchin for a woman
You searchin for a man
But through your search
You gonna come through a lot of obstacles
A lot of twists, a lot of turns
But you gotta be able to taste it to know what's sweet
To know what's sour, to know what's good, to know what's bad
But fuck all that get back to the chorus
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
Don't be dumb
Ignorance was bliss, and this is something that I won't miss,
and this is....
[Intro:]
Yeah, hahaha, yeah tell them what time it is. its Playalitical and Bizzy
Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone
[Chorus:]
They try ta bang in tha club but they doin' it wrong (It Wrong)
They try ta get gangsta with it but they just dont know (Don't Know)
They try ta get gutta on record, but that shit aint raw (Ain't raw)
Let's play a little ? with bizzy bone, and his head gunna blow (Blow)
[Verse 1:]
We got em mad at us but these bitches they should be glad for us
When im up in tha forest with goldylock eatin their pourage
Rockin that funky john, drinkin villa maria, ? my momma mia
Its soo many people in tha world and within tha plantet
Take it for granted and they lost up in their circle dammit
One chance for a conditional love and its real
I aint poppin no pills, im just clockin them ?
Walkin in and eat and as we pass ?
Tell them my name is brian, yes my name is ?
Do you believe, but its all real good cuz we got guard
? as i get on my job
Still rockin and yes we solid as a ?
Passin that sticky icky ta bizzy ?
? in tha name of tha father ta tha son and tha holy spirit
The beginning of wisdom is the ?
[Chorus:]
They try ta bang in tha club but they doin' it wrong (It Wrong)
They try ta get gangsta with it but they just dont know (Don't Know)
They try ta get gutta on record, but that shit aint raw (Ain't raw)
Let's play a little ? with bizzy bone, and his head gunna blow (Blow)
[Verse 2:]
If they had a pagent for hustlas id be rapped in tha rhythm
Ya can't pull my ? street capitolism
? turn me to rap for maximum livin
Come on mommy do something on my lap to tha rhythm
Im a suitcase exchanger, transaction arranger,
Forklift breakin these crates are gettin heavier
I dont got ta touch ya to see or do my thing ta ya,
Knowin' mah status alone will shake ya labia (Play a little game)
They know im known ta make tha beats smash
You keep bounchin like that, and you gunna get a beat rash
Cocaine white, suit on, on and ? match, plus my keys match, see i dont need this
You with me now, this byfar is a blessin,
When we get to tha car you should start undressin' me (Undressin' me)
The way you've been waitin for some one impressin'
And im right behind ya, check one two testin'
[Chorus:]
They try ta bang in tha club but they doin' it wrong (It Wrong)
They try ta get gangsta with it but they just dont know (Don't Know)
They try ta get gutta on record, but that shit aint raw (Ain't raw)
Let's play a little ? with bizzy bone, and his head gunna blow (Blow)
[Verse 3:]
When they lookin ? at us, whats wrong they should be glad for us
When im walkin in tha forest, gotta go a long way, like in tha chorus
? for us, smokin tha ?, and tha pictures clearer, one guard, always superior
Feelin' us, one time we in tha stoodi oodi, gettin it groovy 70's style like moody oodi
Roll with a uzi, never even had to use it, make my money, smokin weed and drinkin liquor
Singin music (Hey)
Never abuse it, the concenquences are serious,
Just like my homie in colombus its mysterious
Curiousity, its commin' in so feroucious
Expialliedocus, deeper, its pycholis (Why)
Still rockin and we solid as a ?
Passin that sticky icky ta bizzy ?
? in tha name of tha father ta tha son and tha holy spirit
The beginning of wisdom is the ?
[Chorus:]
They try ta bang in tha club but they doin' it wrong (It Wrong)
They try ta get gangsta with it but they just dont know (Don't Know)
They try ta get gutta on record, but that shit aint raw (Ain't raw)
Let's play a little ? with bizzy bone, and his head gunna blow (Blow)
[Outro:]
[Intro: Bizzy (Playalitical)]
What's goin on, what's up my nuh?
Ay Paul man, roll up some weed, y'knowmsayin?
We 'bout to rock this shit, with Spoke-In-Word (yeah)
Knowmsayin, we 'bout to really make this thing happen
(It's that smoke session) Bizzy Bone the Midwest Cowboy
Light a blunt up man
No man, you smoke that I got mine
[Interlude: Bizzy Bone (Playalitical) {female singer}]
So get hiiiigh (uhh, I can make a call, it's on its way)
So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay)
So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) {blown away!}
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh noooo}
[Bizzy Bone]
Now roll up the weed in the swisha, heavenly smoke
We gonna smoke smoke smoke, leave it up in them lungs 'til we choke choke
It's bittersweet, when I get high, but it settles
Also topsy-turvy, swerve on the curb
with a fifth of grape Kool-Aid and Thunderbird
With the misfits, I pitch in, some of them switch though
Havana just be poppin for Doris, Bahamas be smokin 'dro
Fly home nervous, with the customs, enter a sweet
I see my babies and my maid, and then Puffy made my money sweep
Forty thousand, five thousand for a pound of yo' sticky
And I'm talkin purple haze back in '94, just stuff it in that sock Bizzy
But they downed me on it, and they kept the bag for three days
I stood at the front door, right at the airport
better believe I'ma get my trees
I smoke the whole pound, met a broad and now we out of town
Got married and divorced, and ever since then, carryin the cross
Got married and divorced, I met a broad and we out of town
It's Bizzy Bone, he been carryin his cross - one love, one love
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Playalitical) {female singer}]
So get hiiiigh (uhh, I can make a call, it's on its way)
So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay)
So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) {blown away!}
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh noooo}
(Uhh, I can make a call, it's on its way)
So get hiiiigh (so we can pinch on some hay)
So get hiiiigh (I wanna get) {blown away!}
Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get hiiiigh {ohh noooo}
[Spoke-In-Wordz (Playalitical)]
Yo, yo
Take to the sky on a natural high, lovin you more 'til the day that I die
Dead or alive, I'ma be puffin that weed, whether y'all like it or not
Addicted to the pipe and the pot, I'm gifted like a light in the spot
I can't even keep count of so many clouds, they just keep on passin me by
(Layzie) Bizzy when it comes to smokin people say I'm (Krayzie)
Could never get enough, this is my Wish and my Flesh
and all that that made me
Somebody roll up a staff of merlin hash, those that spoke-in-word and pass
If I ain't smokin I'm servin, therefore I smoke in third person, ask
I can recollect the swishers, but I can't remember the type and
Some burn, while I was writin these - bars, punchlines and hyphens
Been smokin since I was two, glued off aeroponic soul food
In school, I had a locker full of Downeys stuffed in blow tubes
Takin advantage of blazin ads, paid for inflatin vaporized bags
Thus I'm smokin to pay my tab, for smokin and smokin to pay my tab
(All in together now, now) Yeah, uh. That's what I'm talkin' about Jae. (What are you doing to me, to me) Another Studio Rat Production, please believe
it. (I love the way she do's it and she loves the way I does it, makes a brother really want to sing) Yeah. C'mon baby, let's show 'em how we do it.
All in together now, now/ Now, now what are you doing to me, to me, to me?/ I like the way she do's it and she loves the way I does it, makes a brother
really want to sing
You can ride it all night, feel the erection deep in your section, I got a pocket full of protection/ She's sleepin' I'm cookin' breakfast/ Huh, still
gettin' followed by those hip hop fans, it ain't a thang for me to get swallowed, I gets hip hop head/ Let me your baby' Daddy, I keeps bread/ And please
don't get it misunderstood, I'm from the 'hood and it be good to be there/ Talk about; Taste that, hit it all, don't waste that, hit it all like A-Sap/
Video record it, watch how we play it back/ We did it all like way back, live it up and lay back/ Soon as I reach my climax, hit the weed and freak the
black/ Lookin' at me while I'm countin' this money stacks, so sexy, yo man be grindin' don't he say "Yeah, you can get the best of me"/ Watch my back, you
can take charge when we in the dark, gon' make me lick that ass, be in your stomach and nurish your heart/ Talk about; Taste that, hit it all, don't waste
that, hit it all like A-Sap/ Video record it, watch how we play it back
"How many people has slept in your bed?" It's one of my questions, please/ That's why we at the hotel, respect the presidential suite/ Eatin' up all of
my strawberries, drinkin' up all of my good Belvi/ With a pocket full of magnum rubbers, double XL, that's what they tell me/ Anythang, like "B, I love
you" Baby, you know you lyin'/ You only know Bizzy, you don't know Bryon/ You think that my heart is too soft to see you cryin' pitiful/ And, don't get
mad; You fuck him for strictly physical, I thought you was spiritual/ My baby's mommas, and she know' who she is/ And she can never come get that taste
again, I'm comin' to get my rim/ But I think you know this, and I got people in the streets wondering how'd you ever get close to one of my fortresses/ I
gave you marriage, you didn't know what to do with it/ Confused on top of the stickshift, didn't know how to work my clutch, nitwit/ And I tried to teach
the taste of temptation to take the ticket, I had to leave you/ As soon as you pulled the trigger you so wicked/ Holler, holler
Use the words "I love you" like the filatio, baby/ Don't swallow it, came at the same time, uh, you like that/ Each silhouette, each sheet, pillow wet,
eat me more, don't you bite that/ Little freaky deaky sneek in the back of the four door, you like that/ Won't you try that, let me put it up in the door
(Roof!) Titilation, elevation, take it standin' with wickedness/ Tendencies candle wick, and it's hot, you got me shakin'/ Soon as I finish I rolls up
some spinach and feel it/ The village, my niggas and killas and dealers got the low down word the bitch was mysterious, somebody wanna kill us/ Mob Life,
bail, bitch/ I'm best when I'm thuggin' check my etiquette outta the bedroom and I'm thuggin' in Columbus, yeah/ Long live The King, and The Queen and the
whole Regime/ And I deem from tipsy bitches, split these tipsy bitches, let's split/ Man, the bitch can cut me, fuck my homies, be a dyke and spike my
Henessey/ It gotta be satan testin' me, only God control my destiny/ And yo' other nigga don't impress me, watch suckers full of lust to that deadly
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Capo Regime, Lil' Capo Confuscious first and foremost. Yeah, yeah. Live in the ghetto, we're in the ghetto, War Drone, Rasuu, Gotti, Nina Ross, Skails; Seven, Seven, Seven. (Outta my mind, outta my mind, outta my mind and outta my brains, brains) the pain is, motherfuckers. Yeah. Hell yeah my niggas. Get that shit for us.
-Bizzy Bone-
Bitch, it's Mr. Business Man/ You can suck a dick or something/ Dippin' through abandoned buildings and tuckin' my motherfucking pump and runnin' a trench and I don't even think about no pension; Just get me out of this dimension (It's clear, niggas) Jesus was sanction/ Destination was Heaven or Orion/ My body was man, so was the brethren/ So here we are, 2000 years and plus later/ Plus labor, dippin' in my Oakland Raider/ Momma Mabel drank liquor till the last savor/ Bullets is following like Satan, holler at the Savior/ Notice the shit gets spiritual with the misfits/ Think its some street niggas like sellin' dope or sellin' Bisquick/ Stripped that woman down/ Hurry up 'fore somebody come take her/ Would you leave her if somebody raped her? And if she cheated on ya, would you take her ass back? And if he beated on ya, would you cut that nigga some slack? Some married nigga can come feel that/ How many can feel the gun clack? Then the one come and clackin' em back/ Rap for the fuck of it/ And, oh dog, my way through/ Buck it/ Bless my little brother, money is a motherfucker
-Chorus-Lil Louis-
Just doin' what I want to; I'm livin' my life/ My life, my life! Tell me what I gotta do/ Just to survive (Just to survive, yeah) Just doin' what I want to; I'm livin' my life/ My life, my life! Tell me what I gotta do/ Just to survive (Oh...)
-Bizzy Bone-
Niggas, we Kamikaze pilots/ We are the Vietnamese when it comes to violence/ Are we movin' in silence? The desert ease/ Ugly style, for the real O.G's inhiblious been trippin' on human bodies, the body's working with me/ Say the early bird get the word, huh? I'm feelin' the war drum, beatin' my chest; My ancestors, do my best/ My momma was European, Italian to be exact/ And, oh the German in her father, my father she'd a harrassed him/ And welcome to Revelation, we in the mist of Babylon/ We in the war now; Get your own plane or stay on the ground/ Capo, you my nigga forever/ Fuck what bitches say, yeah! That's my brother, he'd never play me on any day/ Pass me the green leaves as soon as I write that/ Heterosexual-type that, homosexuals bite that/ Black gloves and hands dirty/ And shit concurrin' in the aftermath and we will smoke/ My 7th Sign soldiers...
-Chorus-
-H.I.T.L.A.H Capo-Confuscious-
[Intro: Bizzy]
My first, my first Briana
I named her after me and shit
Send shouts out to my family
Y'knowmsayin, my daughter Briana
If I never see you again baby, we gon' do it
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
And I must fess up if I mess up, babe I want you back
B my daughter, get the babies, move the fam attack
And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
I'm still wit'chu, remember me, don't stress
If I mess up, I gotta fess up, boo I want you back
B my daughter, get the babies and the fam attack
And if we never see each other 'member you are the best
I still love you, I still love you
[Bizzy Bone]
If I had you in my arms and we had money to spare
I'll take you anywhere, ev-erywhere, it don't matter I don't care
You better do what'chu gotta do, you're freedom is so precious
Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you're excellence
Manifested in perfection, I can't say no more
Have fun for me baby, slammin Maybach doors
They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health
She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself
And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed
A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some liquor with nothin said
Never asked me for the money back, my love I thank you
I'm very grateful when I'm lonely and I know that God loves me
Reminiscin on the good times, the best was good times
So misunderstood times, good times
And these are so misunderstood rhymes, woodgrain, get it on
And when I'm not in the battlefield you know that I still get it on
Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
Baby I love you, everything that I can muster, uhh
Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin
Baby I love you with everything, no choices
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I scoop you up, up in the limo with a bottle full of Bacardi
12-pack of Bud Light, bumpin "Let Me Feel Your Body"
The whisk for the moment as the driver say "Where
are we goin, round the city? Roll the weed, I don't care"
We'll be feelin 'em, so in love with me, and yes the feelin is mutual
As I ride pass the graveyard, reminiscin over the funeral
My brother is here in spirit, made his peace with the Lord
You can ask Ninja when it happened, Capo loved the Lord
I put 'Pac on, all rap music we bumpin
Baby lookin at me chillin, she feelin me, makin a million
Pass the cup into my girl and Brandy, I mean Britney
Kinda tipsy on the backseat in the Lincoln stretch fizzy
I still love you boo, still true to the affection
Never abandon this protection, the fuckin direction
I still love you boo, still true to the affection
Never abandon my protection, the focus in yo' direction; what
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
We at the road, still chillin, watchin movies and we smokin
Baby she lookin so beautiful, "You comfortable?" "Boo, you know it"
was the answer that she gave me as we finished the spinach
Cause dinner at Ruth Chris, let's get drunk for the reel spinnin
Fi-let mig-non, big lobster, champagne was Dom
We need some Cristal, won't get it for now, let's get it on
And we kissin at the table as the patrons sip Patron
One patron told us go get a room, and go home
500 dollars on the table, we half-naked
Makin out, tearin our clothes off, the limo get to shakin
Better save it for the room, I can't wait no more
With the slow jam of "Secret Lovers" playin at the door
The star shinin so bright, they watchin from afar
You're a shinin star, forever and ever you are
We at the corner, I guess it's just like Ike and Tina
Clothes messed up, bra on backwards, I gotta see her, gotta see her
Now Gary really wants to sue me
Stressin out tellin my groupies set it out
I already read it out usually thuggin in my jacuzzi, with a uzi
Wet 'em all....
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
My goons comin from the resume and doom
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Yes yes get it raw
Buck at thre bullet-proof ghetto star
With a vest over my chest and there you are
(Nigga you flow too fast) Understand me
Society got me addicted to the inflicted so synthetic and wicked
Call up your family but they dyin
Split up the sticky-sticky Bryon
Like grand daddy in the 70's said he just fled and his name was red
And I saw my father paralyzed
The other was locked down there he cried
Won't see me 'till Buck Rogers dead it was there he died
I don't care he lied
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
My goons comin from the resume and doom
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
