Bryon Anthony McCane II (born September 12, 1976), better known by his stage name Bizzy Bone, is an American rapper and the youngest member of the Cleveland rap group Bone Thugs-n-Harmony.
Bryon Anthony McCane was born to a half Native American and half African father and an Italian mother.[citation needed] At the age of 5, Bryon and his two sisters were abducted by his stepfather. Both his sisters were natural children of Bryon's stepfather. He lived in many homes, apartments, cars and motels and was unaware at first that he had been abducted. He was told his mother had died. In 1983, he was living at a reservation in Oklahoma where his stepfather had dropped him off. A neighbor saw his photo at the end of the made-for-TV movie, Adam and called the police, resulting in his return to his family.
Thereafter, his childhood remained difficult. His mother remarried and Bryon's new stepfather physically abused him and his mother. Eventually, his mother divorced and put him and his sisters in a foster home until she could get her life back together.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (born September 27, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wayne, is an American rapper. At the age of nine, Lil Wayne joined Cash Money Records as the youngest member of the label, and half of the duo, The B.G.'z, with B.G.. In 1997, Lil Wayne joined the group Hot Boys, which also included rappers Juvenile, B.G., and Young Turk. Hot Boys debuted with Get It How U Live! that year. Lil Wayne gained most of his success with the group's major selling album Guerrilla Warfare, released in 1999. Also in 1999, Lil Wayne released his Platinum debut album Tha Block Is Hot, selling over one million copies in the U.S.
Although his next two albums Lights Out (2000) and 500 Degreez (2002) were not as successful (only reaching Gold status), Lil Wayne reached higher popularity in 2004 with Tha Carter, which included the single "Go D.J." Wayne also appeared on the Destiny's Child top ten single "Soldier" that year. In 2005, the sequel to Tha Carter, Tha Carter II, was released. In 2006 and 2007, Lil Wayne released several mixtapes and appeared on several popular rap and R&B singles. His most successful album, Tha Carter III, was released in 2008 and sold over 1 million copies in the U.S. its first week of release. It included the number-one single "Lollipop" featuring Static Major. It also includes the singles "A Milli" and "Got Money" featuring T-Pain and won the Grammy Award for Best Rap Album.
Plot
Rosa and Aracely met Layzie Bone, from the hip-hop group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony in August of 2007 when they were hired to document his appearance at Seattle Hempfest. They continued to document Layzie Bone back in Los Angeles while he was recording for "The Wordz Project". As this project reached it's end, Rosa and Aracely were asked if they were interested in documenting Bone Thugs-n-Harmony as they produced their first studio album in more than 10 years with all five original members... beginning with the release of Flesh-n-Bone from prison and ending with the release of "UNI5-The World's Enemy". As filmmakers and fans, the Ortiz sisters could not pass up this opportunity to document this reunion while having a front row seat as witnesses to hip-hop history. This has been a 2 year journey following all five members through a roller coaster of events, incredible music and human emotion.
Keywords: hip-hop, rap-music
Shake that, shake that stick
Wassup lil son? How you doin, baby?
Shake that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Shake that stick
That's my boy right there, yeah
Shake that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Suprise, it's really a bitch
I was raised by my papi, though, papi, though
Shake ya stick
In the strip club lookin for a humble young thing
With a roll of cash money, motherfucker, get it quick, thug
Fellas all around me, don't sit too close to the door
And they gettin naked in this motherfucker, y'all keep calm
Got on time, they be rollin with dudes
Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude
Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group
But I was raised by my papa and my papa told me trust no two
Straight veryly, and in the spiritual form, only God split so, and the spirit reborn
But baby still dancin
I see the bitches tryin to stop me, never roll with a plan, can't copy, gimme
They say that two is too sloppy
It tops and tear at ya loppy
Can't even get monopoly, in the soul game
And the baby boy he cocky
And you better watch your word game, cause the shit get stocky
My opportunity to ration out the love for the one, my Papi
Motherfuckers don't know what we do, no one got me
Only one true God in the house for sure
Who you roll with? I roll with the Lord
Trust and believe
Lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws
And what you see is what the fuck they saw
We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the Father of all
And that's God y'all
That stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, I said it really was a bitch
I was raised by my papi
And tell em they'll never win
Because they caught up in the sin
And we drinks for free
Shake that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, it was really a bitch
And I was raised by my papi
Can you tell em they'll never win
And they get caught up in the sin
Round here, we drink for free
She was playin on deception
And spiritually was a dead-end
Mountin the battle station
And we bring on no weapons
For the inception of the relationship, I guess I shoulda known
She was playin for deception and spiritually she was dead
And mountin up the battle station, bring no weapons
The inceptions of the relationship
I guess I shoulda known when she said she had us caught up on tape
Bitch, we ain't even bone
This warfare goes deep in the clones
Cheaper when they come up to park their shit
Demons is on
Quick, Cleveland get gone
But I don't speak about the radius
A hardcore brother with the Father and the capius
The athiests, bitch ass demons, they don't need no athiests
Fuck em, they should bust their ass
Cocksuckin break, bitch
Tell me where the tunes at
Iknowwhoyourollinwit
Secrets tellin, they better lose that all
Baby, We get it poppin down in the city streets
Either don't roll with neither one of these bitches
They gonna reak
Don't sleep til the mission complete
I got a treat for the honey
And man, honey is sweet
Yeah, shake ya stick
And the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, really a bitch
I was raised by my papi
And I was raised by my papi
Yeah, that stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, baby, it was only a bitch
And I was raised by my papi
Tell em they'll never win
And they'll caught up in the sin
Round here, we drink for free
Tell em again
Shake that stick
Shake that stick
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay!
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay!
Shake that stick
It's when the faggots try to lust your body
Baby surprise, it was really a bitch
Man I was raised by my papi
Tell em to never... tell em iveva... heh
We just shake that stick
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay!
Shake that stick
Shake yo stick
Yeah, openin em up
Openin em up, heheh
Please believe, you know what it is
You know the rules
Shake that stick
Shake that stick
Shake that
One true God in the house, for sure
Represent it, confess with the tongue, you know
You know, what you throwin up, cool?
[Bizzy Bone]
You know we gotta have a weed song!
well they always got a weed song, luv it when my families high/
i know a few of you got issues cuz evils been out to get you/
keep the family tight/
light up the reefah for a stay over, family ties/
when i die we gon make some dolla dollas/
well enough to holla holla/
been smokin marijuana wit my bitchez/
smokin marijuana wita my mama mama/
livin off cleveland? for life/
livin off weed and vibes/
Straight? niggas/
wit seasoned and stress givin em chop ya?/
Hey, Dont put it on me dont put it on me, look at me, im high/
i got some money i can let the shit dry/
if its sticky then its sticky oooh i/
sore eyes, she gets me let me see it up under the bar/
[Chorus]
Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew.
oooooooooh
Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!
Get Money!, Get Money!
[Prince Rasu]
Scavangers watch me all times, when i wont feel like a million bucks/
they say? fuck wit me, i tie ya children up/
Reguardless of courtcases and they charges/
im bumpin off hennessey nautious, ridin shotty in hot impalas/
rock a jersey, dippin like a derby, gets up ya style/
freak ill black em out laced wit the flame james brown/
sippin on cuppacino, like carlito and gambino/
schemin on a freedo big chips to whip benzino/
challenge i say no, obstacles gon have to get hurtled/
baby im out to collar for dollaz, niggaz i hurt you/
wont reimburse you, except wit shots that'll hurt you/
Glocks that'll murk you, shoulda never crept after curfew/
im untouchable, similar to scarface/
? of pacino be in yo kilos like star space/
enterprise on a mission to go, where no man has gone b'fo'/
wit clean getaways to mexico/
plush rides, cuban carrots i gota find/
life is a gamble, roll the dice, they never lie/
my niggaz high, splittin vegas smokin incredible/
sweakin like earl manigo baby its understandable/
im droppin techs, fresh out the joint and still on a short chain/
nigga when im off ima purchase a pound n blow my brain/
[Capo Confuscious]
Addicted Pothead, consumin pounds of sticky, pass it around/
have the entire crowd lifted like cheech and chong/
up in smoke, blown away, gazin trippin off shroomies/
hallucinatin amongst? settle for goofy ass/
ever since then drug substance straight blaze the weed/
contemplate money schemes, currency value increase/
gorillas get sorted when they see a brother flossin his brand new lexo land cruiser/
and they still leasin a 2 door honda accord (oh lord)/
resident neighbours scared, terrorise the suburbs/
freaky parties in til 5 o clock in the mornin, early crack of dawn/
kick every bitch out my house, say pussy come pussy go/
spend quality time, faithful to mary jane/
lifted always stay high/
soon as my chronic supply run low/
back to the weed spot purchase sum mo, lets go/
[Chorus]
Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
Get Money!, and spread it all amongst my crew.
oooooooooh
Get Money!, Pass the reefer smoke it too.
its Lovely!, Wake up the 1st thing that i do.
Get Money!, Get Money!, Get Money!
(Intro: Bizzy Bone)
We gon' call this song "Trickery and Treachery"
And man that's how these motherfuckers do
Man we gon' gear up these muh'fuckin soldiers man
Man up, fuck it do what you do
(Bizzy Bone:)
Tell 'em that it's the trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces, been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, man up, yeah
Proud of the mental methodical mind hunter
Another game slumber game sleep if you wanna
Man up from unknown places when it's simple to be in love
Chromosomes broke down wonder is stuck
But when enough is enough, and it's tough
Throughout the roughest where the red wolves huff and they puff
Hey little Bizzy keep they head strong, cry now, can't even cuff
You understand it ain't no question, come up
What is the purpose of the physical lust? So the barricade can bust
Braids shaved ain't no bitches in us, we don't believe in no luck
But that's the word game, can't even cuff
Ya understand it ain't no question come up, ya understand
(Chorus: Bizzy Bone)
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya better tell 'em
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up
(Bizzy Bone:)
Back up in the saddle with my homies down in the cattle
Black boots, my fatigues and a satchel
Keep my eye up on the motherfuckin twos and the sixes
Get the fuck in the car, and put ya mind on the one-time bitches
You better know who the fuck we are, soldiers now
Fuck they try to figure me out, it's my style
But I was born with the jewel of a child
And it better be women around, I don't give a fuck if she wild
Ya fuckin with me? I tell her quickly bitch sit down, get down
You know I'm known to clown around and get around
That's the word praise God spirit
Shake your motherfuckin stick when the evil get on ya nerves, ya heard?
(Chorus x2: Bizzy Bone)
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up
(Bizzy Bone:)
Wanna crawl up out ya spiritual grave, if you a slave
To the wicked it's the critical mystical get out the way
Bitch, I'm gettin paid, whatever they say, shake the dust
Movin in +Heaven'z Movie+, in God we trust
Back to +The Gift+, let's get 'em lifted right now
Don't get caught up in the liquid, do da thang my mayne
What if I told you this was spiritual, not in yo' brain
Spread love baby break that chain
Pay attention to the laws, wash yo' drawers by hand if you have to
Praise God always all day before and after
Then take it to the tabernacle, cleanse that body
Learn the happiness and freedom that you felt from ya mommy
Heavenly Father they are gigglin, think this is a game
Let our words not be in vain; and remember
(Chorus: Bizzy Bone)
That was trickery, treachery; damn they was treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya understand
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya understand
(Outro: Bizzy Bone)
Uhh, uhh, ya understand
Ya understand, and we represent the one
Yeah, yeah
In the name our lord and savior Jesus Christ, yes indeed
You know what it is, one true God
[[INTRO Ye ye// (one time//) one setup /no enemies// Allah /(is for my people) if you have no enemies there is no reason for you to ride on this one right here baby/ (na meen b /war) yeah
Bounce// bounce// come on //come on//
Thats what Im talking baby/ right there baby / (the right way this is our house)
Allah is god muslims in the house]]
Verse1
A many a people in my business /many a people in deed
Many a people on my disnic/ and they dont even know me /
They Wasnt around for thuggish ruggish/ wasnt around for the struggle/ they wasn around when I was homeless /was wasnt around for my troubles
Up in my *****es face /like they was there for the soth/ter/
They getting tested and dont even know it/ they dont got no water hola holla
Need a dolla drop a dime in a bucket/ im cutting them up off quick qwit the quickness/ I dont know you like **** it/all the judases & harlots & dragons we set around /I came in the door bessed /and you acted like you found me/
Could have cleaned you up and downey (Allah damn me) /could have cleaned you with bleach/I am a muslim study islam baby then you can reach/
[[Chorus/hook 1 And let the haters know the truth nigga/ they de snakes and they gone be the demons it the lak/e eternally burnin in the fire /batta get quick back to god/allah
An we say a sallah mallecum get on your job/]]
And let the haters know the truth nigga they de snakes/ and they gone be the demons it the lake /eternally burnin in the fire betta/ get quick back to god/Allah
An we say a sallah mallecum get on your job
One time for they
]]]
Verse 2
How do they lie /with they venomous tongues and leading the life/
Would they be switching they stories /they g/lore me deplore me to fight/
Like Im scared to take a flight /I rather travel on foot /I am a walker you a dreamer/ in a beemer now look/ I am a muslim and im not drinkin your grapes and your wine /gimme the milk and draped in silk &/ poppin pills Ill be fine
And they totally out of line /poke out your inches to see me/ it ill take more than plastic surgery for you to try to be me /it ill take more than rappin fast it/ il take more th your braids/ it ill take more than flashin cash / it ill take more than a cape/ve it ill take more than pretty women right now Im abstinent hey/
It ill take more than getting attacked ,Im a veteran mayn/ with all the geniuses an harlots an dragons be set around me/I came in the door bleesd and you actin like you found me/
Could have cleaned you up wi downey/could have cleaned you with bleach
I am a muslim study Islam baby/maybe you can reach/yo
Lil speech/ chorus 2
See what Im tryna Tryna tell these people out here man is basically.. what yall need to do is study islam right now you know what Im sayin.. yaall need to get knee deep in yall books please believe....
Juss Ride to this/ I got alil something else I need to speak to yall about ok.. so keep ya mind together here we go baby (aight aight)]]
Verse 3
Whatever is clever (it) aint always the best way to go /better wit cheddar
I/n on my money now look at the road / for the words I wright for the words U wright when I comes just watch it go flow /when the bird comes tight till it comes to the light then you know that I got the sow /
Enemies im comin when it come to tipsy toe /we come we around the corner with no Warner and no gol /we slip up in the party like we shrimp up on the barby/
So every body know /that we commin in the door slow down no they dont know/
I hold crown /listen to the shotgun go blow /yeah shit sounds so profound/
Have you saying he still got it /I still got it you clown/ I came down to rock
Yal suckaz (suckaz ) / keeping my eyes open lookin out for my brothas
Smother you with the love (it) the best of its kind/I rock house-parties barmitsfaz /the internets mine/one time
(Bizzy Bone:)
Ohh we represent the one, we represent the one
We are the soldiers, we are the soldiers cause, c'mon feel me
Soldiers soldiers, represent the one, we represent the one
We are the soldiers soldiers, ohh we represent the one
Under surveillance, am I paranoid?
Never, I never need duckin the enemy off in evil territory
So why they comin off to bust on me
I got my homie out of the way, I think my lady got a crush on me
Somebody put the finger hush on me
Never put a plug in me, I'm a shake that dust off me
I got some mush on me, that was just that lust on me
But if you're, lovin me it's just a, plus on me
I'm tellin 'em only God judges me, Jesus Christ the savior
Bow down to the Lord, blow the trumpet on 'em major
Me no need no cell phone, me no need no pager
But we got some rules we gotta follow in the course of danger
But me no sign nothing unless it feel righteous
That's right just no pressure, play 'em, enlighten 'em
I'd rather have a palm tree, and a Long Island iced tea
And everyone can be happy and then, heheh
We are the solders soldiers
Ohh we represent the one, we represent the one
We are the soldiers soldiers
And tell 'em the war has just begun
The war has just begun! Soldiers soldiers
Represent the one, we represent the one
We are the soldiers...
Gather the peak, little children are caught
Need to be reared out quickly, comin out to the storm
And it's quickly I spit war, gettin it calm now
Spittin it war now, you ain't even seen no wild child
Get 'em up from the free seagull and fowl
And the flocks of birds of foul, I see 'em flyin around
And of course they take the wide path, homicide
Now who the motherfuckin soldier with the stubble now?
With the crowns now, beatin 'em down, baby we gonna
And when we come around, we never gonna be beat
We deep in the streets, and Heavenly with the one
Yes we represent it, and the war has just begun
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit c'mon
Changin the righteous, lightning quick yan
Yeah, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, heh
Changin the righteous lightning quick yan
We are the soldiers, we represent the one
[Intro: Bizzy]
Ain't she bueno, mi amore
I represent a, dios, the uno
[Bizzy Bone]
And I was told to write this
Miss you in the worst way, I can't fight this
Give me a stick or a candle so I can light this, c'mon
Baby I love you, and I was told to write this
Miss you in the worst way, I can't fight this, huh
Give me a stick or a candle so I can light this
Baby don't wanna hit it, is you chicken like Tyson?
Baby you hear me, for the moment while I'm walkin in the Garden
Madison Square, New York, New York, whatever I beg your pardon
I been lookin for you, not to be a stalker so I'm keepin my distance
I'd rather sing to you and hope that you'll listen
I'm reminiscin on the rib, how much did I give?
Keep that money honey, I can eat Ramen Noodles and live
What about the kid, ain't the children, better watch those numbers
I got on my silk clothes, I'm so prepared for the slumber
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
We go all day, all day, all day
All night, all night all night
All day, all day, all day
All night, all day all day all day all day... [echoes]
All day all day all day all day... [echoes]
[Bizzy Bone]
I hear you whiskin me away, in a brand new ride
I don't have to worry 'bout the Caeser, and the money's inside
The father tellin me to win, and I'm goin for mine
You can reject me if you wanna, it's the sign of the times
I like the {?} after the rhyme, the beef prime
Baby I don't believe you but I'm feelin you Bryon
It's all good, wanna cry, your presence steadily takin me
in the same direction, of the Father who made me
It's gettin crazy in the Garden of Eden without my lady
Baby, can't you see, that I'm yo' baby
Walkin around and I'm thinkin of you
And I feel like you cut my fuckin head off, but I know it's not true
I see you throwin up the one more and more and more and more than ever
Forever your love I spiritually kiss you I can remember
I see you throwin up the one, more and more and more
Forever your love I spiritually kiss you I remember
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
All day, all day, all day
All day, all night all night
All day, all day, all day
All day, all niiiiiiight... in another life [echoes]
Blast on these motherfuckers!
[Bizzy Bone]
In another life, when you held me close
Said it'll be all right, and you love me so
Screamin your name and I'm feelin like you predicted it
But baby I didn't plan it but it happened little baby, didn't it?
You feelin it the love of the Father, so subsidiary never
It's the love of the people that we cherish like September
I cherish your voice, your spirit and yo' life and your breath
I feel you righteous, I feel you righteous to death
So tell Alicia, love and respect, and of course, the kid in love
I got a question what they say I've been waitin, from up above
Tryin harder everything, but you stay in my heart
I'm finna cry little baby don't even start
You better believe it, 'lieve it
All day - you better retrieve it, 'trieve it [echoes]
[Outro: Bizzy]
All day, all day, all day
All day, all day all day
All day, all day all day
Haha, yeah
One time for they mind, what?
One time for they mind, what?
Buck, buck buck, buck buck
One time for they mind, what?
One time, one time, one time for they mind, what?
One time, buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck!
Brrrra, brrrra, brrrra, brrrra, brrrra, brrrra, brrrra, brrrra!
Hahaha, aight rock your shit homie (c'mon)
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Ooh, I guess they don't know (know)
I'm finna call up David and we marchin on them bitches to the South Pole
So what they wanna do with us? I'm finna get'cha get'cha
Huh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha (get'cha)
[Bizzy Bone]
Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
Love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
With a child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm children
Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and titans, you know that we been clashin in the brainwaves
Rattlin tryna stop what we got
Lord a stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
Betta leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
Shut the fuck up out of the dust and quickly shake that stick
Fuck the lust, do you wonder it's non-physical (physical)
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you wanna know?
I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
I said, feelin the body within the body, oh what a blessin
and what a breath, you betta go get 'em; better go plant those seeds
Deeper, or holdin the microphone, close to the spirit
Clearly I hear that jealousy, somehow I don't fear it
And I don't blame nothin, surround as we're surrounded and trapped
Call up the police that's bullshit, it's pulpit in fact
Until we mack, in the battlefield with the beat like that
Baby we serious, I'm not curious, tell 'em to watch that
Those ideologies, remember thou shalt not kill, and isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Call up my uncle let me cop that fuckin Mary J
We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
Motherfucker don't test me come and arrest me, show me how we play
Figure with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
Open up the mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
The Dragon Slayer say verily, verily I'm reborn
Tarnished and torn, burnin up and I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm, I'm finna go turn it up, huh, end of story
Prophets and saints so harken with baby Michael's up in the buildin
Jesus Christ is yo' pavilion, I'm a thug, I'm in the buildin
(Bizzy Bone)
While i was walkin in tha column, and all
help the medicine go down
heavenly fatha dont be made at us now
its been ah long way commin
and we dont plan on goin back
head to tha ground
head to tha ground
(repeat chorus 4x)
and through the cymetary gins
and talkin like they my friends
i dont worry about death
'cause i dont know whats happenin wit my kids
I neva pray God for the ends
not as much as i spend
nor do i depends
livin and sinnin dennin
ready to burn tha bridge
and I wish this drama drama
all would cease
by walkin tha streets
do without my heat heat
lookin at my feet
and the only time of peace
wuz when we got high
i know you got urs
thats why i got mine got mine big bitch
my nigga nine went ta jail 4 it
anotha nigga lost
but shoulda be woulda been betta off
i dont know tha ansas
and see we chance off
somebody takes a stand jaw
satan got ah plan yall
but man gotta follow
see most of my friends is hollow
and i pray for em
and i say for em
lord thank you(live my life)
that im half way home
goin on and on
help tha medicine go down(2x)
Rest n peace
(chorus 2x)
walkn talkin ta God
Prayn for forgivness
and see i say for this
cause i pray 4 this
instead i get laid down ta tha pavement
by tha same niggaz that wuz listenin ta what im was sayin
stay sadated heavely stressed out (thug(5x)
i need ah vacation
go ta tha schools and help lil kids eduacation
let all of the hata hata hata hatas
some of the old folks
cant stand it
betta make way
here comes that new generation
heaven'l make us
hope yall dont be choken hatred
lets face it
sum niggas i know
reminds me of them multi races
if i aint say it
sumbody else woulda said it
r we ready 4 death and destruction
i already read it
i wont let it
messiah come on
lets ride for tha cause
say we all shall overcome
come all
God gon make tha laws
(chorus 2x)
(Layzi bone)
Nigga have you eva been undecided
bout commitin tha violence
strugglin ta fight it
livn this life but you just dont like it
makn niggas break dey self 'cause ah nigga cant buy it
my mind feelin so ziggity
waitn for tha day that tha lord come get
pick me up and carry me home
u feeln me nigga u wit me
nigga been runnin deze streets like all my life
till tha day that i die ill be stumpin
marchin in big black boots
dumpin striait up chargin deze niggaz dumpin
lock and load thats what i holla holla holla
to all tha real niggas thats ready in tha field everyday
gotta risk they life for that dolla
grab your weapons tightn yo laces
see them cops off ta tha races
seen ah lotta shit
been ah lot of places
everywere we go its dem ghetto races
calcasions facen this jail time
represented there crime
got niggaz out here getn down and durty
on tha grind its about that mail time
in tha middle of it all heaven or hell
nigga pick your roll
keep it real nigga save your soul
and tha world so cold
nigga neva will know
when the trumpets sound
when it all go down
nigga you ready for it
when the good lord blow it
bb and lay goin home wit our head down
Yeah
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Just sit back, relax, come in enjoy the facts
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts y'all
Sandals we seekin', candle I need no babylon, feelin' opressed
Don't even stress the word (?), cause we the champion's
Champagne be poppin', we limo drivin' side by side
And yes we get it on, one time most definitely
Further the mind, shallow waters and know life
Give me that water and love, we gotta make it together
Remember it's only one
In the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit come
Tobacco, we goin' fishin' with the tackel, catchin' the snapper
Further the mind of grapple, diamond and ruby shinin'
Blue as a sapphire, and we're watched dreams
Somebody pass me the lighter, cause we champion's
And we lookin' for them good pastures, lookin' for good pastures
Cause in my water feelin' so captured, look up and see the flowers
Heavenly Father thank you, I'm leanin' back and stayin' faithful
Ha, Ha, Ha... That's right... Welcome back Bizzy Bone
Show these motherfuckers what time it is homi...
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't that money, baby you know where we from
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, come in enjoy the facts y'all
See as we pay attention, little children they are listening
All pay attention to the best that you can
You my homeboy, my friend, here to the very end
So many things I wanna tell you bang I'm ready to start
I really love you for the pressin' of all
When a we surrounded by the people, whatever you want
Indians, little baby is it just Flesh {mumbling} I love you
Yes I confess, the test of the faithful
Helpin' me set 'em through, may we float
And accept what you gave us and never go
So I praise you I thank you and tryin to relax
Dear grandpa your faithful servant is back
Because I love you
And the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, baby you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
One love...
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I got that sticky-icky... (3 x's)
I got that sticky-icky...blue bonic shizzle for yo grizzle nizzle...
Fa'shizzle. Nigga fo'sheezaayy!
[Hook]
[I got that sticky-icky...blue bonic chronic for yo shizzle nizzle...
In yo' grizzle. Nigga fo'sheezaayy...
I got that sticky-icky...blue bonic chronic for yo grizzle nizzle...
Fa'shizzle. Nigga fo'sheezaayy!
Verse 1:
OOH WEE! Nigga got that good sticky weed! Get it in a swisher,
Pass it to my nigga. Mothafucka better pick up a gun, you better prepare
Got my eyes closed, let the smoke go everywhere
45 on the freeway, nigga gimme le-way
Higher then a kite while I'm rollin through the alley
Pass me a black and white, But that's my boy cause me and his kids is tight
And the weed is lime-green, betta catch it from a chronic seed
And it was callin me...oh yeah. I can't wait 'til this shit's in the air
Smoke everywhere...
I hail...a little bitty nigga that was sellin the rocks on the Clair
And the devil is here...and he wants your soul. To rot with his in hell, hell...
Then again they could put a nigga in jail...when I'm just tryna get by
But I use to sell...and now I leave it alone 'cause I'm doin well, well..
I never sold out!
I can do what I wanna. My baby momma want money. I never hold out!
Hey, bitch hold up. And try to leave me all thawed-ed out
Man, I'ma be fucked up. No doubt! I'm blowin up...
[Hook]
Verse 2:
Rap and the crack, and the dice, like when I get on bracklin'
And it'll be the Dope Man. And that nigga sold crack
And crack man...humiliation to the black man, black man...
My momma smoke weed, my daddy smoke weed
Hell, we all smoke weed...
So I'm havin my fun, so give me what me need, baaby
I like ta got up in "High Times", I even gotta dail for my nigga "0-9-9"
Dail for the chron, nigga, don't let the cops come
'cause I'll be runnin wit mine, like we got rock
Feelin fine, and my heart's already runnin
I get the drama and it's steady comin, a c'mon...
(Inhales) "What you wanna do?" "It's on you, wayy...all day everyday" hey...
Fuck! Gotta do shit. Got thangs to do
A nigga really got kids and bills, wit the crew
I'ma pay them nigga, you already knew-baby baller I call all my trues
"How does it relate to weed?" "Fuck the weed! Relate to me. The real nigga with the T.H.C.
And no G.H.B...these are the last days. Roll me a sweet! A-c'mon! A-c'mon!
[Hook]
I'm blowin up... (8 x's)
(Chronic, chronic, chronic...)
Verse 3:
I'm ready for the war...still got time to let the weed cure
Watch for the women with STD sores, blessed in the rythm I got to get soar
And full of adrenaline...in your...mellinium...full of my drink
I'll be in the back wit titenium..."damn, that's the shit I'm smokin'"
Weed got a mothafucka thinkinn...Yeah. Up, jumped in the cab and rushed, but B cant catch the bus. I'm goin to see my broad. And fuck y'all niggaz, I'm in love. Ain't nobody finna stop me, dawg...
"What's with the dreads? You might be wanting to mind ya bidness there, yellow man."
Man fuck you nigga! Young nigga to the hood, dawg. I got the weed and I'ma break the bread, yeah...uh...
On the freeway coasting like we was riding a limo. Fuck that.
Windows was tinted. It's me and it's like Sizzler-crush grass.
'Til it finished, we puffed puffed and pass (give it back!)
And Im still on point, I got my mind on the hour glass
"Ey, why the fuck you not driving fast? Hurry up, I got ass-to-mash.
And I'm there.
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
(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
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
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
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
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
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
(Intro: Bizzy Bone)
To the Lords visionares. Dyin in the struggle (Yea). Rest In Peace, that's my A-K-A nigga. Yall don't feel me.
(Bizzy Bone:)
See, I was born in the womb, beatin' down my Moms' walls
Now, in the 90's you can find em makin' a chronic call
Definitely I needed a blunt, come fill it up with some bud
East Double 99 for life, ain't no of yall fuckin' with us (I know) There I was with the 'Thug, bustin' with the broke-assed gun
Tryna bluff my way
Hey, I pistol whippin' shit
I'm still number one
Runnin' the click and fuckin' wit a pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb
Buckin wit a 50
50 chance
Bizzy off in your city, ready to dance with these itchy ass hands
Hey, it's Bizzy on the offramp just 'cause he's thuggin'
Shit, this music got me soft, tramp
Even my cousins' buckin'
But I don't give a fuck, I'm pumpin' onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
I keep my gun and make the money, that's for my baby, son
What a creation in my life; I think he's a thug
And there I was, fuckin with the Thugsta Lay, with Flesh workin' feedin' the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A... better believe indeed
I got somethin' up under my sleeve
Connected to the G's... when it gets thoughtless, let's grow some trees
It's deja'vu whenever I'm with you
I could smoke on forever; Ain't it true that I do? I can feel it inside, I can't explain how I feel
Remember when my nieghbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal
Learn to fight off my back, on my own did I struggle
In Tha Land on my hustle tryin' to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows when we'll die, it still maintain through the rough
[Intro: Playalitical]
Yeah! Hahaha
What you didn't believe me?
This the year of Illuminated
I told you we was gon' shut this shit down
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
You, you, you, you
Better call Regime cause we come right awayyyyyyy, bay-bay
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
The valley of death, go creep in the shadows
and gallop to gallow, the way that we ride
Probably thinkin it's over, the other side
baby divided, go peek at the time
Reminded to open the pupil, the blind, look at the duty
Don't think that I look at the booty
From everything that I was listenin
whippin and tippin the dirty, the mind, uhh!
Distinguish is somethin they keep on on tellin me
I don't know nothin
Wanted to conquer the competent, never be pompous
stay dominant, givin 'em doves and
In the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit, feelin the love
And the beauty is real, beautiful field
Remember thou shalt not kill, the brother you're near
Whenever you need me I'm never exceeding
the beautiful blessings and beautiful lessings
I'm never gon' stress, I'm not here to impress 'em
and it's plain as steel
Look at the metal, the metal, now metal
now let me go grab it before we collide
Remember we'll never be hesitant baby
remember the Lord provides, one time!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bizzy]
You, you, you, you, you, you
Shit! Gimme another one, WOO! [echoes]
[Intro: Bizzy]
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
Bizzy Bone, Bryon McCane
Shouts out to the family members
Playalitical on the track, first and foremost
Yeah, one time for your mind
Colorado style, mountain time
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Heaven)]
It's only me, let us be all we can be (let us be all we can beeeee)
Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me
Let us be all we can be (let us be all we can beeeee)
Baby it's only me, it's only me, it's only me, it's only me
[Bizzy Bone]
While I'm runnin in a circle, the demons say I am murkable
No weapons are formed in the storm; it's gettin warm
I'm purple hearted, watchin the world
While dippin up out of the science with alliance, one all, there are many worlds
Heavenly Father, while we dippin in this wilderness
Watchin where we castin our pearls, that's to the wickedness
Old school bible vocab, spit up the bible
Slice in math, spit it in a paragraph style
But me don't want no bad man, give me some medification
Baby that ain't a word, you know my edumacation
Split up the verb dawg, I don't think that that's a verb
Feelin like the troubles have become so absurd
Forever, pay for the sins that we know that we've committed
Been admittedly, born in the sins, is we sinners?
Let me take you out to dinner, so you can study my life
Will you love me or condemn me? That's the price (that's the price)
[Chorus 2X]
[Bizzy Bone]
Lord when I need you, I'm feelin like I'm lonely sometimes
And yes this money don't make a difference, the soul is Christ
I put God first, I give it up to the father
Daddy do what you will, I love you forever cause you the father
Never selfish, make myself selfish for you
Do what we gotta do, I'm only here for you, it's true
Gotta do the righteous thing, God will protect us through the right in things
Rightin wings, tighten things, lighten things, excitin things
And what more should I say, now let me tell you in the chorus
'fore they break me in phosphorus (I said hey)
What more should I say, well let me tell you the chorus
before they break me in phosphorus
[Chorus 2X]
[Bizzy Bone]
I got an envelope of paper in my pocket, we grindin
Turnin 50's into 100's, baby that's perfect timin
While shinin in the black Ac', windows tinted
Four women in the car with me, is this pimpin?
Baby evil always lurk in the dark, ooh park
We bustin down the (Chambers) in the Wu-Tang art
Now chitty bang-bang, take a trip down memo' lane
Picture me runnin, picture me comin, we all 100
Feel the fuckin drummer drummin, we live and direct
And come connect, with the posses of soldiers and resurrect
Selective of my word use, know of truce
Obstruction of the justice that we did in our youth
See it's a new day, new way, see me in the afterlife
Holla at me, love me don't condemn me, that's the price
It's a new day, new way, see me in the afterlife
Holla at me, love me or condemn me, that's the price
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Bizzy]
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen
In the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ, amen
One time, forever and ever and ever, and ever
Bizzy Bone - Hellafied Game
Shit after what happened to lil Capo/
I almost quit this shit (you know)/
Bizzy Bone music dot com/
Seventh sign ruthless regime
Bizzy Bone music dot com com
This is for you Capo
And we sing the name of capo confucious as we preach
The seven that cannot be divided by any number or any one
(Ha ha ah)
They come to me only for money
Don't give em a nickel (don't give em a shit)/
My brother was doing it with me until he was tooken (CAPO!)/
No time to be sleeping around (man these broads aint shit)/
They come to me only for money
Don't give em a nickel
They show me the colors
My nigga, my brother was doing it with me until he was tooken but it was a struggle
It figures no time to be sleeping around
fuckin with brothers
another one bites the dust
sneaking up on em? dirty indeed
breathe, puff
where do we go when we do what we do
gimme lickety and roll up the weed for me too
don't you want me to smoke it an drink it in front of you
pull out mah jammy and stick it in one of you? seconds no time to waste, that talking, it'll get your face, criminal action, catch a case
no more passion when he was mashing'
could my people really be laughing
paying attention to what he was saying to keep from crashing
BABY! Let me throw my ashes
I was thinking of I could put in words to match em'
I watch em' look at the thievery stealing
My? will always catch him
Hook:
It's a hellafied game, to hell if I fall
Pray everyday I hope my memories is still what you see
Hellafied? I wanna be here everyday im gonna miss everybody
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
I only trust god/
I only put trust in god/
never the one to dodge/
ever against all the odds/
standing alone in a spiritual form/
I rather be my dammy dawg/
rather be my family and im not lying just to be looked upon
It's someone singing another song
specifically getting mah weakness on/
women be right beside me plotting/
nobody wants to sidekick/
cool when they first met you/
now they want the respect that I get/
screaming we need to be going though stuff together so we can vibe with/
whatever get off that dumb shit/
you need to be paying more attention to this/
what am im mad/ little im pissed considered it/
while im puffing on tropical im trying to be logical/
and I got these people trying to hinder me positive negative
it needs to be an obstacle give me progress im feeling hollow allowing me time to swallow
my enemies' time to talk I open his eyes so he can see
he talking in front of a wall
he talking he want to be me
he walking want to be a rapper, and an actor, and then write a book
mah people in it and plus my equal he? and he got the look
Hook:
It's a hellafied game, to hell if I fall
Pray everyday I hope my memories is still what you see
Hellafied? I wanna be here everyday im gonna miss everybody
See It's a hellafied game, to hell if I fall
Pray everyday I hope my memories is still what you see
Hellafied? I wanna be here everyday im gonna miss everybody
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within
Lie to me, die for me, cry for me
a son of assassin keeping an eye out on me never denying they trying to get close to me hopefully finding from keeping a diary
having a friend around to the end of the time chilling and smoking off fine weed/
go to the tele and flip open the celli they? ya'll always was there for me/
selling me yelling me they care for me saying they care for me please pray for confrontation heavily armed you niggas aint feeling me/
baby be real with me/
see give them the whole story before we leave/ nigga you know where we going/
and this where we opposed to be /
baby mama she hating me/
confining in her is out of the question/
baby it's been a blessing to say that I believing in god/
the only friend invested/
unconditional love,
verbally tested if you will
need to be changed and trying to chill/
don't be plotting on making a meal/
now that we made it and all of the rappers are keeping it real/
they'll never take me alive/
im a rap till be killed maneuver the benz they see me? seventy-one on my way to Westville follow me all around the field/
mumbling hunger pain, spinning the wheel/
somebody right beside me wanting a record deal/
he need to chill/
only if its gods will/
that's the way he'll make the bill/
that's the way they'll make the buck/
but niggas don't give a fuck/
everybody? a?/
but bizzy bone can never be touched
Hook:
It's a hellafied game, to hell if I fall
Pray everyday I hope my memories is still what you see
(Intro: sample of James Brown's "Try Me")
Try me (try me) tryyyy me (try me, ooooooooh)
And your love, will always be true
Ohh, I need (try me) tryyyy me (try me, ooooooooh)
God'll tell me... I need you
Try me (try me) tryyyy me (try me, ooooooooh)
And your love, will always be true
Ohh, I need you
(Bizzy Bone:)
But you know if I love unconditional
This the residual, world individual
Indivisible, little old me
Keepin me lonely, no woman to hold me
Where my lady? My lady ain't crazy, my love
My lady is all that I have
Want that below(? ), and what do ya know
This is the path, so narrow the arrow is pointed
At somethin and I just can't do me
It doesn't suit me, just boot me - I'll make it alone
I'll make it with Bone, I'm comin get home
Baby I don't accept clothes
'Member the tone, the tone, the hollerin is dumb
Where is she from? She needs to be gone
My word is my bond, your word is your bond
Whatever whatever, bring David this song and I'm gone
(Chorus: sample of James Brown's "Try Me")
Try me (try me) tryyyy me (try me, ooooooooh)
God'll tell me... I need you
Try me (try me) tryyyy me (try me, ooooooooh)
And your love, will always be true
Ohh, I need you
(Bizzy Bone:)
What's she doin, my darling, let's get away fast
I give you no money, don't give me no ass
We upper-class players, riders forever
They never will get us so get us remember
Eleven times comin, she's stuntin, she frontin
When you ridin me then ride Ezra, it's nothin
I make him go fuck the flo', you know
Mi casa mi casa now watch, that hoe
Say boy, that ain't no money, this money is money
Johanna, you're so fuckin hungry, it's funny
Messin my body, my ink, back and tummy
Be fastenin, can you run it?
{"Try me, you can't buyyyyy me" James Brown}
Can't fuck with my book baby
I read the rook for you baby, ha ha ha
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone:)
Tell them quit with that foolish, this schoolin is due
Don't mean to be rude, with no attitude
Just the gratitude, latitude, gradually after you
How could I ever be mad at you?
One in their face, with one in their place
What should I taste? Give me a woman, I'm straight
I said one in yo' face, one in yo' place
What should I taste? Give me a woman, I'm straight
* 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
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.
(feat. Bambino)
(Intro: Bizzy)
(C'mon baby) Yeah, heh
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down (soldiers)
We're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin round
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down (I'm baaaack)
We're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin round
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
We're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin round
(You better tell 'em who the fuck I am)
You niggaz can't hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
(You better tell 'em who the fuck I am)
We're not fuckin around
(Bizzy Bone:)
You better tell 'em who the fuck I am, they see me comin around
I let 'em know we ain't fuckin around
I guess it's the mysterious
I read up on the scriptures of the end of the time, ready to die
With a serious sigh, it's a conspiracy
I'm feelin the vibe, 7th Sign niggaz feelin my tribe
Cause it's the king, are you bitch-ified?
I better feed him with a spoon cause he's mystified
I heard him comin in the room from the other side
You wanna roll up on me slowly chop him down to my size
So have to try to the trinity - I think I'm on another fuckin planet
Got me rappin, I'm at NASA, I'm infinity
I'm focused on my mini-me - I better embrace the gifted
I got these washed-up rappers straight feelin me (yeah)
I really wanna be happy but this poverty is killin me
BAM! Let me tell them who the fuck I am
(Chorus x2: Bambino)
Can't you see that it's meant to be?
You can, hate on me but you still can't, hold me down
Can't you see that we makin moves?
Got the grip and the groove and you know we don't, fuck around
(Bambino:)
Bam was no one-hit wonder that gon' be gone by next summer
I'm gon' - stay at the top cause I done came from down under
See I'll - never forget the rats and roaches and pissy mattresses
And as - many days I had nothin to eat but saltine crackers
Shit I - thank God for Section 8, place to eat shit on hot plates
Cause it sure made a cold beef bologna taste like hot steaks nigga
This ain't no joke, this ain't no fairytale, this real life
What you know about a clip in the window with no heat, feel like
I - come from the slums where the bums is like the role models
Sleep in the streets, beggin for change, clutchin a cold bottle
Shit, niggaz fuck with death like it was thick bitch, with a fat ass
So you really ain't shit in the hood unless you got a (? ) and you got cash
Don't you think you need to get this shit
Cause niggaz in the hood respect the troop
I state it together and get the proof
And I go to the lab and I wreck the booth
Ain't no way you can stop the fire, runnin to you like a pump and a shot
Raising the bar with a (? ) in the sky, from ghetto to ghetto you know that I
(Chorus)
(Bambino (Bizzy):)
Don't fuck around, huh, yeah (you niggaz can't hold me down)
Don't fuck around (hold me down, hold me dowwwwn)
Uh (we're not fuckin around, fuckin around, fuckin around)
(Chorus)
(Bambino:)
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
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,
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
Is your brain on drugs? shit y'all don't know nothin bout this weed, I always get
Tell me what we are seeing, tell me what we are seeing - and
(Chorus: Bizzy Bone)
Tell me what we are seeing, have my head on a silver platter
Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter
The batter up, baby we on deck
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes
What are we seeing, have my head on a silver platter
Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter
The batter up, baby we on deck
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes
(Amen, amen, amen) Had a girl named shhh, she was movin a sssss
I was pullin a oooh, she was movin a whoo!
Did it up in the mmm, player the do-do
Call her my boo-boo, baby I'm so true
(Bizzy Bone)
Mashed and fucked up, smashed the brrrrap
Nananana now, what do they want goin down
Knocked out I smile, all the while stay wild
Little child from the Nile, still a juvenile
And you know you love my motherfuckin style
I'd rather be alone then be a little {?} now
The crowd in a frenzy, the envious around
Before I pass out, I'm so profound (I don't fuck around)
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone)
Give me the bump bump, baby let's get crunk
I run up in your spot, and fuck it up, you know
And you know it's how I feel, baby it's really real
Don't try to change my words, you know that this how I feel
And every need worked out, every need will kneel
Tell him to shut his fuckin mouth, the don is in the field
God is the greatest, Jesus Christ I rise
Against the wicked demons of Cleveland, the Lord up top
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone)
Bringin it to the front, I don't mean to be blunt
I don't mean to be crass, I don't mean to be brass
I don't mean to beat ass, I don't mean to be fast
I don't mean to be last, and I don't mean to be a mess
Spontaneous, in the best way
Search for the heart, in a test way
This is the real deal Holyfield, baby feel, keep it real
How do you feel, how do I feel, precious metal of steel
-Chorus-Bizzy w/Big B-
Satan, Satan's disciple/ I said, Satan, Satan's disciple (Satan, satan, better known as satan...) Satan, Satan's disciple (Satan) He's coming to get us, he's coming to get us (Satan, Satan's disciple)
Bizzy Bone
Hey, come to the playground where niggas get laid down/ They tell 'em to stay down cause way down in the jungle we still killin' 'em softly/ Pray now, hey now runnin' with a die out, buy out/ Come around my way, say this is what it' sound like "Pop pop pop pop!" Yeah, yeah (Alright... Ooh... Satan's disciple) They comin' to get us, us, us, us/ They comin' to get us, us, us, us (Whoa!) Mysterious, us, us/ Satan's (Satan...) disciple's they're comin' to get us very soon, very soon/ And if they don't come to get me, then you know they're comin' to come and get you/ He wants the roughest stuff, he wants the toughest stuff/ (?)/ He wants the roughest stuff, he wants the toughest stuff/ (?)/ My people will get you every time/ (?)/
-Chorus-
Satan, Satan's disciple'/ I said, Satan, Satan's disciple (Satan, satan, better known as satan...) He's coming to get us, he's coming to get us
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
(feat. Heaven)
[Chorus: Heaven]
If the globe stops spinnin and the sky falls down
And the wall on the mountain and the trumps make sounds
When the hands stop tickin and the holes rotten
And the sails get broken you'll all be down
[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
Yeahhh, gimme that water baby
It's gonna drive me crazy, better watch yo' back here playa
Yeahhh, gimme that water baby
It's gonna drive me crazy, better watch yo' back here playa
[Bizzy Bone]
Stuck in the game, passin the flames on these lames
Never could fade me, enter my wall of shame
Hotter then lava, and the sound of the kitchen cajan mayne
Maintain the main thang, blame, it is a mystical frame
Enter the circle, exit quicker than aim
Slums up in the barrio, baby I guess I'm a bum, hey
Come for me momma, it ain't nothin but legitimate rhyme skills
And baby as we represent the one all the way
In the circumference, dunn-dunny gimme the money
Hun-ga-ry motherfuckers, say what? I'm still sunny
Bizzy he does it, what was it? What is it?
Hittin 'em harder in the bank, inquisitive with the straight saints
Daintily in the ain't, is followin the bears
Inquisit me, is you crazy? I know you know what it is
It's just a starter, if I'm a martyr, give me my paper
Knee-deep like sheep, these wolves, they can't escape us
One time
[Chorus + Interlude]
[Bizzy Bone]
Holla back, you gimme the rhythm, I hit 'em up in that Ac'
And I hit 'em up in that back, if need be, the mac
Slack? Never, put it on the 12th of September
You better get everything you need, remember - one time
Baby boy feelin the clout, gimme the music properly
Yes, I'm God's property, monopoly, who gonna stop me?
Nobody, gettin in 'em, we winnin, seein the women
Venomous in the minimum, baby boy as we sendin 'em
Endin 'em in the beginnin, renderin what they want
But I don't pay no fuckin taxes, I only smoke up the blunt
And I don't have time to front, you're rollin with me well let's move
We duck the funerals, the usual, Bizzy let's groove
One time
[Chorus + Interlude]
[Bizzy Bone]
Secular, molecules protectin us, brain waves respectin us
Punk motherfuckers, they ain't connectin us
Recollectin us and we bust, in God we trust
And the plus, I got a mission, precision listen to us, trust
In the imperial, water floatin and flowin
Get it up, uptown all around, they not knowin
Skyline, high line, I sign this
Give me my money motherfucker I'm pissed
One time in the apparatus, no status, no Gladys
Only the pimps, no simps, we still rappin
Keepin it movin for me, no nuts, no glory
No to headstrong, scary story, that purgatory
I said it's ore-y or we eerie, do you hear me much clearly?
The streets in the direction and real people can feel me
Said it's ore-y or it's eerie, do you hear me, much clearly?
Still in the direction and real people can feel me
One time
[Chorus]
(Intro: Bizzy Bone)
Rock and roll. Naw, this that flip flop flow, fuck them boys. Man, if you niggas gon' do somethin man (Hit that shit right there nigga) let's do some shit nigga. We can turn this mothafucka into Dodge City mothafucka. Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?
(Bizzy Bone:)
Someone caught stressin (?) and he started framing out of his (?)
Haven't you heard? Runnin in 90s on one hundred and twenty third
T-Rock done got shot, and I got, to find a murderer with a double edge pump, a church killer don't worship and when the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel, she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Doti
Havin a ball... but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray for redemption
Runaway slaves, you house nigga
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, and grab your crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (Nigga what you niggas wanna get fucked up?) nigga
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and bust my gun
Thuggin and bum rush the punks
Runnin a muck from dusk to dawn
Money for blood, stop, till they pump
But it walkin off, slow
It show us I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness
Glance at BB, baby
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
(Bizzy Bone:)
Ha, motherfucker. Nigga, these hoe ass niggas don't wanna see me nigga. In the motherfuckin cross section bitch. I'll bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucka. You hoes just don't know, do you boy? I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you
(Bizzy Bone:)
Literally possessed, I got veins poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist
Got em all breathless
Than I suggest you'd ask magic
For The Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops search the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see, I'm sorta like Dorothy, but I'm a soldier, the wickedest witch in the west can't have me
Fuck the shoe, look barefoot, roll over Todo, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green
Never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouijia
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances
What?!? I'm back in Kansas
It was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels and the d-low, he-he-he seein things (Seein things)
(Bizzy Bone:)
Bitch (I keep on seeing things). And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker. Hell yea. Fuck all these demons. Can't none of you hoes stop me.
(Bizzy Bone:)
Little Confucius, for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
But my niggas in the middle ballin and we wont stop
The foul sinnin the killin now
And then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back
From prison but don't nobody feel him but them niggas around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
Everyone nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls better make us and touch
No one will touch me one wait till they ruff enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt
I dont even erupt
Creep on ah come up, what up
Trapped in a rapture the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you we havin a blast you tatterd like cattle
And medalion diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows
Out of the battlefield...
(Bizzy Bone:)
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
It's the light, light, light, light
Shinin so bright, bright, bright
Comin out the darkness, angels we're callin, it's all right
All right, right, right, right, it's all right
[Bizzy Bone]
Been in a good fight, street wars and bar room brawls
And the arguments with the family but we family y'all
Get it back together as we laugh it off, baby it means so much
How could we ever ever stay out of touch?
So many tears that the children were to appear as they there
And I'm tryin to provide our kids, steadily on the grind but I'm sad
As the life roll, I need a humble abode
They think about it so warm cause the world's so cold
I gotta provide, stay ridin, tear slowly
Gotta get up by myself and pray to the Lord so lonely
Missin my Bone Thug homies, Makaveli and Pun
Left-Eye, Aaliyah, Biggie Smalls, yes we represent the one (one one one)
Long life prosperity, a huge fuckin family
My granny Philomina and she care for me
Time we get it together so we can shine so bright
Praise God in the darkness, yeah the light
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
One time for they mind, see
It's a busy lifestyle, handle my business, I get a witness
And I kick it with the posse, I'm still chillin, can you feel it?
I don't need a copy, I'm a straight up G
I said I represent the Lord, no adultery
I stay focused on the mission, good music and drink
Honor your mother, honor your father, your people they links
Sink deeper in the thoughts and as quick get 'em out your brain
You get in if it's searchin, drive me crazy insane
Plenty water up in your body, flushin liver for health
Drink milk, eat fish, and remain yo'self
Complication, shake the loss, slow thoughts we crush
Remember, back in the days with galoshes and slush
Don't rush me, don't touch me dawg
Stay spiritual, I'm blessed, get up up out that fog
Don't rush me, don't touch me dawg
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Be about it, be about it
Be about it, be about it, be about it
And be about it, be about it when it's on, it's on
This battle was not colonel, sex demons be gone
Hex me it's on, Bizzy Bone bring 'em again
Break change of imprisonment, you feelin me mayne?
Still family orientated conducted in the spirit
Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent this
I represent it properly, yes I'm God's property
Nobody can stop me, nobody can stop me
Opt to be a lover and a fighter for truth
And the cops give me a hard time, raise the roof
190 proof, ever so clear as can be
See I can only be me, can only be B
I'm walkin in the forest as we dance to the trees
I've learned so much, hurt so much, everybody hurtin me
Still love 'em and it's all forgive 'em
For everything if someone asks
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Setting: Bizzy is walkin' outside tha studio and tha Ecstasy Instrumental comes
on...
Bizzy Bust out like dis..
" You mothapukkas say mothaphukkas is comin afta us.
Ya mothaphukkas! Let me tell you why I'm turnin' out foe next, this whole new
mothaphukkin Millenium. You know whutI'm sayin' I ain't never been no cryin
nigga, I just come out here and phukk witchu mothaphukkas out here in tha
Media. Because ya'll twist shit around. And tha only way a nigga could get high
and really get his point across, is if you turnin' thangs out it's mothaphukkin
self. Just like MTV, dem mothaphukkas CONSTANTLY say how I got arrested at tha
MTV Awards, but they neva say how I was Vindicated. How all tha charges waz
bull sh#t. Because they don't want to. Snatchin' a Strippa's purse in New York,
but you won't hear about it except on ADLIBS you know whutI'm sayin? But I'ma
give you a praylude to tha whole level. Dem Bitches was lyin' on me,man, dem
mothaphukkas just wanted an autograph.Cause a nigga was off tha mothaphukkin
hook, ya heard'? And that's whut I've been on tha whole mothaphukkin time. You
knowwhutI'm sayin'? And everybody a Thug now. EVERY PHUKKIN BODY A THUG. If I
see anotha
tatto on anotha nigga's stomach, I swear (ta God), if I see anotha nigga takin'
Tupac's mothaphukkin' Tru S's , and tryin' ta milk it and makin' establishments
and profits off some bull sh#t, Man I been, done went to tha temple, like Jesus
did and last all you mothaphukkas foe sellin' tha word. QUIT SNICHIN' ON THA
BIZZY BONE REAL (FREESTYLE) LYRICS
Intro: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez)
(Yeah I? m so real, real, real, real)
Driving on the motherfucking freeway and shit, you know what I? m saying?
70 motherfucking miles per motherfucking hour
You know I? ma reach it up to 75, this how we do it baby
Boy get much more motherfucking deeper
Man this the motherfucking reaper is hanging on your shoulders
I wanna give him a hug and tell him that I love him and I? m getting older
And life is getting colder but motherfucker? s words are getting bolder
Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
While I? m walking in the trenches of Cali
I? m feeling these motherfuckers wanna see me all fucked up in an alley
They wanna see me with no money, they really wanna see me hungry
But of course I? m gonna clean myself, I? m feeling lovely
As they walking through the matrix, don? t even say it
Homeless ain? t homeless nigga, they ain? t boneless
And don? t play it, ain? t no hatred
Motherfuckers don? t even know, don? t even say it
Give it back to these niggas, they don? t need no knowledge
Motherfuckers need to pay some homage
I ain? t even trying to take your ass to the ghetto or spiritual college
Cause these motherfuckers don? t know and leather squallas
I need a bomber so I can hang through the cold
So I can hang through the bold so I can hang with the old
Meaning the the ancients as they sitting over and watching
This is the way we do it, the time is ticking and its the clock
Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone)
To heal (I? m a real motherfucker till they kill me)
I? ma blaze the weed, hit the drink
Baby that? s just me (I? m a real motherfucker till they kill me)
Yeah I? m so real, real, real, real
(x2)
Verse 2: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez)
My battles, they be coming in dreams
And motherfuckers don? t know that I? m seeing through the seams
As I crease up the jeans and I buckle the belt
And I rock this motherfucker, it ain? t for myself
And I rock this motherfucker, it ain? t for my dealth
And I rock this motherfucker, it ain? t for my health
Cause Imma drink what I drink, Imma smoke what I smoke
If I die from the liver cancer, bitch I joke
I? m a real motherfucker till they kill me (Yeah I? m so real, real, real, real)
Thou shall never kill, this is how they grill me
This is how they gonna feel me, this is how they are awaken
And this is that, that awoke, they say? BB you still smoking?
Course I need some chronic in my system
Motherfuckers won? t even fucking listen
Gotta get them when you get them, you ridding them when you rid them
If you listen then you listen if not what the fuck
Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone)
To heal (I? m a real motherfucker till they kill me)
I? ma blaze the weed, hit the drink
Baby that? s just me (I? m a real motherfucker till they kill me)
Yeah I? m so real, real, real, real
(x2)
Outro: Bizzy Bone
One time for their motherfucking mind, most motherfucking definitely
Motherfuckers can? t even come up in this motherfucking garden
With no shit, flat out get the fuck outta here
World wanna know nothing, that? s why God put 9 percent of the brain
Take out that cerebellum for me mayne
They don? t need to know nothing, one time for they mind
(Intro: Joel Madden)
Oh, to the sects. Oh! This' the one right here.
(Chorus: Bizzy (Joel))
(Oh! I'm the one...) Through the fire, pyre
Through the rain, through the rain
Through the fire, pyre
Through the rain, through the rain
Through the pain (Oh! I'm the one...) And only one can be the one, it better be, get out of my way, say (Oh!)
(Bizzy Bone:)
Through the fire, pyre
Through the rain and pain and pyre
The temperature hotter then lava, the medium, medium, meetin' em, tedium
B.B. The Kid saga
Allah the king, administer candles
Kiss the rain, dig in the brain and find the Ying
Part of the negative, there go the Yang
Thinking they're deep and they're ready to get with the glory thang
Steady the people that think that we're whispering, baby we born in the sin and we bang
Steady the thugs, and look at the buzz
I look at the drugs, I look at the buds
Out of their minds, you know what it is
If you're getting mad, you don't know what it was
Memory blood, the duster, the dust in the wind, I don't need to cuss
If I was a women, I'd come as a women, and give you an angel you never could touch
The spirit, the light, the birds, the flight, the bread, and even the rush
I don't need nothing, whatever your doing is makin' my brain feelin' the touch
Eliminate hate, open the palms
Carry the babies, I sing this song
Walk in The Garden, open arms
Disgusted, gotta stay calm
Look at the angsta' angels, walkin' the earth, they miss their spouses
Humans, homes, and houses, mini-mansions and mountains
All will be found and...
(Chorus: Bizzy (Joel))
(Oh! I'm the one...) And only one can be the one, it better be, get out of my way, say-ay-ay-ay-ay (I'm the one...) And only one... And only one... It's only one, one, one... (I'm the one...) And only one can be the one, it better be, get out of my way, say-ay-ay-ay-ay
Yeah, and only one... It's only one... Crush yo' ass. (Oh!) And only one...
(Bizzy Bone:)
I know what they're looking for, huh, but they never gon' find it though
Overflowin' the cup, and then what? Shall I go further, yo? Shalt never murder though
Shalt never covet another mans' propert-o
Shalt never steal, never use thy Lord' name in vain, and though many more to go
Never act like your The Lord and you'll see
No adultery, gotta be all you can possibly be
And, don't make out to be a lion, funny you think I'm lying
It's me, and walking the streets, and ridin' the ambulance straight to the bed and an IV
An eye for an eye I never go by, gotta forgive them and let it be
Think of the sign, the temple the mind, we get on the grind and decree
By any degree, feelin' the burn, the family saying they love me
Is that what I see? Is that what is? After everything nothing but your greed? Remember the vibe? Remember the tribe? Never could murder me twice
Remember the pride? I got rid of mine in '89, still got a life
After all, you handle your promises
It's so man
Y lies, a smokin' gun
I forgive you, but I know who is the one, Allah
(Chorus: Bizzy (Joel))
(Oh! I'm the one...) And only one can be the one, it better be, get out of my way, say-ay-ay-ay-ay (I'm the one...) Yeah, and only one... It's only one... It's only one... (I'm the one...) And only one can be the one, it better be, get out of my way, say-ay-ay-ay-ay (I'm the one...) Yeah, and only one... It's only one... (Oh!)
(Bizzy Bone:)
How many men you know that can birth up a baby, and burpin' my baby, and don't have a lady
Come back from the walk and she actin' so shady
Smokin' with homie, it still doesn't phase me, and leave
It's nothing to eat, the baby is crying, I walk him to sleep
And he wake up as Bryon, no money, I crawl out the gutter, and tell me to whoop on the child
Better believe, when the beating is what you receive
Wake up and you'll wind up in the beginning with no precious metals and demons are pleased
Now you in the breeze, why you fuckin' with me? You're visibly stripped to your knees
And giving your self more credit then you deserve
I worship the Lord, you worship a dream
The triple the beam, the trinity
And eyein' the fiend, the theory of rocks, you know what I mean? (Damn) The Big Bang (What?) Duster, the duster, with the dust of wind, I don't need to cuss
If I was a women, I'd come as a women, and bring you an angel you never could touch (Whoo!) The spirit, the light, the
Birds, the flight, the bread, and even the rush
I don't need nothing, whatever your doing, and making my brain feelin' the touch
Eliminate hate, open the palms
Carry the babies, I sing this song
Walk in The Garden with open arms, disgusted, but I stay calm
(Chorus: Bizzy (Joel))
[Intro: Bizzy]
Cause I would ride for you, and I would fly for you
I'm right beside you, 'side you, 'side you
I will ride for you, and I will fly for you
Right beside ya.. I love you Jesus
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
I will ride for you, I will fly for you, I'd even die for you
I'm right beside ya, 'side ya, I'm right beside ya
Cause I will ride for you, even fly for you, even die for you
I'm right beside ya, 'side ya, 'side ya...
[Bizzy Bone]
Been destituted through duty, and told you we're dead
I've been arrested, put in cuffs and given the blanket to bed
I've been surrounded by the spirits and the screams in my ears
So many tears, and so many fears, for so many years
So many years, as the numbers are revolvin
Problem solvin in this crack pot, the spirit's evolvin
Prophet don't ever leave me, we are stuck in this world
We can make it if we watch it while we castin our pearls
Like hands and knees, where the struggle we face
The struggle we taste, a waste of the love in this place
What a disgrace, beg the Lord forgiveness and salvation
Emancipation Proclamation, revelation for sure
In the name of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, amen
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen
Play it again Sam, play it again Sam...
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Cause I would ride for you, I would fly for you
I would die for you, I'm right beside you
Cause I would ride for you, I would fly for you, I'd even die for you
I'm right beside ya, 'side ya, 'side ya...
[Bizzy Bone]
And I see that it's problematic, the static is comin non-physical
Melody over felony, baby boy, I know it's spiritual
I forgive you cause I know that this was out of control
Out of your mind, out of your body, away from your soul
The tote baby is heavy, the level of your waters' maximum
Baby don't drown, it's so profound so be watchin your actions
Everybody's changin rearrangin they actin strange
and I'ma keep it real life and not real trife, I don't even play no games
And, I remain with the spirit, pick it up to hear
Tell 'em to drink but don't be a drunk, you better be careful in here
So many tears, wishin I could help from the side
The spiritual cot, feelin like you love me not
You'd love me to rot, pop snap crackle and drop
Give me the strength to stomach down the salami
Play it again Sam, play it again Sam...
In the name of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, amen
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen
Play it again Sam, play it again Sam, play it again Sam
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Cause I will ride for you, I'd die for you
I'm right beside you.. play it again Sam
[Bizzy Bone]
Father, we loners in this world, you're the greatest I know
It's so many po-po, settin us up, ready to go go
Some say it's a miracle, some, don't wanna buy it
And some say it's imperial, baby don't even try it
Still cryin, and I'm feelin like we constantly dyin
Pick it up, the resurrection baby, my name's Bryon
Through the fire, through the wire, God almighty the Lord
Ain't no adultery, cerebrums keep your flame in the swords
Praise the Lord, Father God, Baby Jesus, His Son
I don't have to worry about the money, we only gon' need the one
It's one true God, we children and we come in as babes
And of course don't start {?} crazed and they're jealous and I feel abraised
Seized up, and are tazed, and they both get shaved
Feelin the heart, of the soldier, child of God, made Jesus
Laid back, I'm anxious, and the danger it's around
Better be quiet, I gotta pay attention to when I hit that sound
[Outro: Bizzy]
Play it again Sam, play it again Sam, play it again Sam
Yeah, yeah, play it again Sam, play it again Sam
Play it again Sam, play it again Sam
Play it again Sam...
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen
In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, amen
Play it again Sam, play it again Sam, play it again Sam, play it again Sam
I would ride for you, I'd die for you
I'm right beside you, play it again, play it again boy
Said I'd ride for you, I'd even die for you
Play it again Sam, play it again Sam, play it again Sam
Play it again and again and again and again and again and again and again...
Play it again and again and again, play it again Sam
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again
Play it again Sam, and again and again and again and again and again...
Play it again Sam, and again and again and again and again and again...
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
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?
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
-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:)
One-one-one-one, mic check one
Gallopin to a hood near you, one time
Bald head...
And you know what I'm talkin about doin
I'm talkin about handlin this business here
(Bizzy Bone:)
They can never play me with they mystical readings
It's the bald head horse man, evil retreatin
One steppin up in the party for the (? ), patiently on a mission
I spread love, that's my family's tradition
Been on a mission as I'm lookin out for these enemies
Ain't no pretend-to-be's, dons of the game they playin centipede
Old school bring it close and serious now
Origin-al, with the mirac-al, to bow down
And tell the sixes that we comin to get 'em
Unleashed by the disaster and you see these
Little brothers thinkin they weathered the bible's evil-minded women
But the chicks never had me shook
They thought they had the good cookie
Until they hooked up with the cookie crook
Whoa, give them a rose, and give you one for your jewels and such
So pay attention little playa cause this means so much
Yeah, one time for they mind
Hol-la back, little motherfucker, hahaha
(Interlude:)
Bald head horse man, horse man
It's the bald head horse man
Gallopin to a hood near you
It's the bald head horse man...
Breaker breaker breaker breaker breaker
Tune in, link in with us, we'd like to speak with you
(Bizzy Bone:)
Came back from the cold world, the people have the iris walkin
Came back with a blessin, now I'm strained from the heart I'm a talkin
... Been flippin out like I'm Dominique Dawkins
The only trick in war was workin out on my ego often
My flight is paid on the chicken hawkin
I don't work for evil so how the fuck they think I'm a mess with they people
They done read the book of demons, man what a slut
And then they only, heh - do your knowledge to the bitch, so what
And I'm about the kitten so what, and it won't even show up
I tell the wicked army that the father up in Heaven with us
We claimin one true God, one these bitch-ass demons
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit is be the reason
(Interlude:)
It's the bald head horse man, yeah
It's the bald head...
It's the bald head horse man, horse man
Yup...
(Bizzy Bone:)
Let me make a declaration, a declaration
For motherfuckers to know so there's no more indication
And it's no more battle station unless it comes from within
And this is the way we do it, pour out your cup on the sin
Fuck grindin and hustlin - and to keep the dudes
Up off the stage while I'm shakin my stick, I've had enough of them
Ride past the enemy, smilin and laughin
I heard a bitch grabbed her homie, and I ride right past him
But, ha, pussy motherfucker have to bury me
Jesus Christ carry me, only God care for me
(? ), nobody comin woodward with animals
Sorta like Noah's Ark, the people here be like cannibals
I figured the war was so important that I give 'em the rules
But be sell out to bail out, in the moment of dues
The time is tickin, it's considered the doom
And the money that you possess as we possessed in the womb
Shhh, calm down, you gon' whisper the loom
I represent the one true God, jump over the broom
Mazel tov, motherfucker
Yeah y-yeah y-y-y-yeah
(Outro:)
Horse man, horse man, it's the bald head
It's the bald head horse man, horse man
Of course man, breaker breaker one-nine we're in tune again
We heard you, we heard you, we heard you
Holler back, one true God
(featuring Big B & Capo)
(Chorus - Bizzy Bone)
And for all the drama thats goin on
and for all the drama drama
and for all the drama thats goin on
pop pop pop pop
one of these stress pills in your mouth.
(Verse 1 - Capo)
In the midst in the darkest nights
Sparkin off the highest flights
And project buildings blastin civilians
But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children
Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues
Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown
Amongst animals, to the half of you
Understand the mindstate of the most official
I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues
It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot
Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not
Fuck a cop. with the blood clot, buck 'em til they holla
We gon let it rain like Nina Ross
with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets
Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide
Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized
it's live baby, airin' out your strip with fo-fives
crazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babay
(Chorus)
(Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone)
Drama's runnin up on ya
when I come round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana
got full of void, and got me searchin for the telly
takin to my celly, put out the order
and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly
Ain't you ready?
If the world should end again, I don't really wanna
but I'm gonna be ready for the ending
that's the drama, and if you really wanna
you can date it right back to the beginning
Now who's the fillin villain of karma
orginal militant be marchin in armours
Guess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who...
And comin out the kitchen, plenty ammunition
runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window
my gun bustin and bleedin so fast
bleedin from the glass
tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast'
through the alleys in a beat-up Malley
To the riots in Pelican Bay
Where the fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday
(Verse 3 - Big B)
Floss mode, for my people
got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be
layed back, fucked up on hennesey
bitch you know me
dem diggin, daggin everythang
now how the fuck am I gonna get rich?
cuz lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch
hide this bitch, hop in the Benz with bizzy
promise you won't say shit
sing, for the Calico
yes, I believe in God
run up in on his car door
homeboy you gotta die
meet your maker, never no faker
i grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine
that nigga performed, impressed yo girl!
doin things your man dream about
sing
H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
(Intro: Bizzy)
Representing the one forever and ever and ever
We come to you from another dream
From another time, another station (it is only one true God)
Praise God in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
(Could you tell meeeee)
(Chorus: Bizzy Bone)
Could you tell me what you see, you see, you see, you see
I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind) I can read your miiiiind
Hahaha; could you tell me where we'll be, we'll be, we'll be, we'll be
I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind)
I can read your, and I can read your mind (I can read your miiiiind)
(Bizzy Bone:)
Most immaculate, elegant, pick up a piece of paper
Put ya Pamper on; scamper run, militant get ya Panther on
The crooked of tryin to pull a caper, cause they wanted a vision
Now it's honey-coated for the dumb shit; evil don't run shit
Wanna see the picture for flesh and desire sentencing
The essence to the fire and purge, deeper inside ya
Reaper be right behind ya, keep it movin be blessed
It's the test, only the best, beautiful love, yes!
Can't believe they wanna hold a brother back like this
God provide, ride through the pine without a dime
Baby think it's a crime, and she always get pissed
Get ya ego out the way, baby listen to this
I got a problem with racism, placism, hatorism
Gatorism, prejudice, demons all in the way
They don't even ask you for identification, what did he say?
Get ya money little homie, they'll never know you're okay
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone:)
Listenin to bullshit, knockin on wood
Praise God don't get it misunderstood
While I was rollin through the hood
Boulevardio, you should +Let Me Love You+
Like you was listenin to Mario, it seems that I can't budge you
But those crooked thoughts they don't harm me though, shake that, shake that
Money-maker tryin to get the paper blamin poppa for everything
Somebody tell me who put the food on the motherfuckin, table
Pumpin up because the fuckin humans actin able
Lamb, cram to understand plan, baby boy like Clark Gable
Gone with the wind, with a full confession like Conseco
Now all of the rest of the baseball players step up
Glory be the god of the name of our lord and savior - Jesus Christ
Ain't no weapon formed against us will prosper
Send the streets they needed medicine, and God'll send a doctor
Gon' break 'em off real proper
Even though they really don't want you to prosper
So now you judge me, and only God love me ahh!
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone:)
It ain't a question or a notion, commotion it'll just happen
Words written but we freestyle rappin
Keepin it movin and we groovin in the spirit for show
Bringin the light into a halt, and we caught, and it stop like whoa
Don't turn around, no rebirth in the salt, nigga let's roll
Baby don't turn around but she's persisted to go, mmm
Purified clean, write it in chalk, don't even talk
Let's concentrate on the mission little baby walk
Some say it's a weapon, the weapon of weapon of mass destruction
Of body combustin trust if it come outside
See it's real in the battlefield, plenty fuckin battle scars
Switchin rides, switchin cars diggin E, peep the stars
Where we walk in the streets bad feet keep stallin
Bad wanna come me way, hey, he gon' keep talkin
And they wonder who, who's tellin 'em dodgin, God will provide the logic
Get the action in that you need through any ya problems, woo
Now if you accept it and you accepted just know that you're really respected
And the love that we have collected through the pressure of presence
See he's a present, and it's comin from my heart in it's essence
These words we meshin together for further evidence of the lessons
Are you likin what you feelin? Nah, I think I feel it
Not to be Marvin Gaye, but baby you need some +Healing+
So we take it to the tabernacle then pass that feelin
Touch millions with the gifted that the father is willin
Look at ya people with some movement as we bond lookin improvin
That's the love you always enjoy to enlighten bein void
Gettin noid stay poised it's comin, don't you feel it?
You got it? I know you got it, you got it, I see you chillin
One love
Dirty rotten, never forgot noids plotin' and I ain't scared to say it,
"I feel the Lord is watching!"Jesus'll walk a mile,
give me a hundred thousand and then a
hundred loses, but I can't
be a coward.
Peep this, coboculated, your mind scrambled
eggs and brothas feel me comin,'
I started gunnin' big, hit'
em up in two thousand and trizzle,
heads feelin' the bullets and the death
on my back (Oh yeah, fa shizzle!).
Ooh, tell me whats critical, is it your reputation?
anyone attack it wait for the incubation, now for your mother
fucking information Bizzy's a thug! I never expected to be accepted,
shit, I was just sellin' drugs, reflect it in my
music, the people spoted the real, that had my homeboy's fautly,
still they swallowed the pill. Popin' the bubbly for
this million dollar deal, Bizzy finally got his money, these suckas,
they want a trill, keep it real, good, bad and ugly.
Four in the mornin' lookin' under my bed for Ripley's (? pills?) Oh shit,
and thinkin' about all that, Ruthless, just keep
your job, I'm a Universal Soujah! Thank God! (Thank God!)
Let me thank the Lord, like I always will!
Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep
it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will! Never move to Hollywood,
uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will! Never move to
Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will!
Never move to Hollywood,
uh, keep it keep it real!
(Real!)
Mind on my money, my money on my mob! and my Benz!
and my friends! and my job! I still
miss Wish's Uncle Charles, reachin'
the stars, everybody talkin'
Bone breaking up, nigga,
Flesh behind bars, he the one that
bought the tickets, can I get any
realer? Baby I'm just the realest. (Noooow)
back to the real shit, (real shit) mental,
methodic push the hottest product,
Bizzy through Ghetto College, checkin'
out up out of College.
Man I'm not Eddie and I'm not David Ruffin,
and I'm not Michael Jackson, nigga, I'm a say something!
I'm not incompitent, never a pill fiend,
I only smoke some weed, and sip some
Hennesey, is that too thuggish for you? Well if it is, I'm sorry.
Give me no Grey Goose,
Gator Skin, White Marley's,
thinkin' bout all that, Ruthless can keep the job.
Bungalo, Bright and Swole,
(Sweet Jesus) Praise God!
Let me thank the Lord, like I always will!
Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep
it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will! Never move to Hollywood,
uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will! Never move to
Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will!
Never move to Hollywood,
uh, keep it keep it real!
(Real!)
I could never even look at my Nigga's girl,
never try and stick it to his babie's mama
for ... nothin in the world!
Why snitch, switch and be a bitch? man you on some bullshit,
oh yeah, I don't want to be
friends, who needs enimies?
So stay the fuck away from the
Benz when it comes to your facinity,
besides, with jealousy
you might get fucked up,
but, with no KY Jelly, only movin' when God tell me,
let me man up and tell my story,
(because) it ain't no tellin'
how many records I be sellin'.
So who you callin' pretty boy?
Boy you a funny man,
a modern day Schwarzenegger, but
im not Running Man, and thats the only metaphor
I'm giving you niggas tonight, that
ain't even my steez, nigga, please.
Show Rolling Stones just what that thug life like.
Ride! I'd like to thank you
for putting me in your article,
practically distroyed my life...
Let me thank the Lord, like I always will!
Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep
it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will! Never move to Hollywood,
uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will! Never move to
Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord,
like I always will!
Never move to Hollywood,
uh, keep it keep it real!
[Intro: Bizzy]
The one baby!
As a child, army days, cancelled the fun childhood
After runnin away with mom so many times
It's tearin their relationship apart
I wasn't doin anything but bein a kid, no evil in my heart
Never played in the area of they minds, anything like that
Just a normal kid, yeah, yeah
I remember messin with these little girls around the corner
My stuff wasn't even hard
Remember a brother was lookin for a little candy out the park
My mother went, my mother vent, momma what happened, momma I'm scared
Momma my head, so won't you get it baby
We carry on, we carry on, we carry on, we carry on
[Bizzy Bone]
Experience with different women, my dreams
And Sirita was a Cleveland and Sirita was clean
Now I'm explorin, the world around me very much learnin
And a, nurturing phase and a, lurchering phase
God with dirty people comin against me
It's the life of the dead, record of company defend me
Still workin, the musical group, is that the crew?
Are they with me? It's Mr. Majesty, Capo and (Que!) Que, huh
From the West Wing, soldiers of the West Wing
Money straight flowin, it's the best thing, best thing
They say sacrifice is I-N-C
With my buisiness partner Kanardo Davis, D.A.P.
That's the love, that's the love, that's the Lexus, that's the Benz
That's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug
The owners, it started in the night life
I don't even remember havin fun, all I can remember is a trife life
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story)
Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story)
[Interlude: Bizzy]
Time to clean up and get sober man
The kids came moved over I took the last $90,000
and put it on a $5,000 square home and got $10,000 worth of furniture
Frigerator full of food, it's for the kids
We moved on and we got a nanny
After much struggle we had a home, finally
[Bizzy Bone]
My early manhood, strange bein the man of the house
Without Sirita it was terrible, small as a mouse
Soon I met up with the women in the park got married
It's the way that we do it now it's time to get carried
Las Vegas at the time wanted a mother of mine
Myself I needed somethin I could shine
Fortunately, goin to the fast, gettin at last
Hey, I'm bein tested...
Irreconcilable differences, it's not over
I lost my house and my jewelry got stolen
And the kids were back with Sirita - it was the worst feelin
that you could think anybody could have, and Lord I need ya
I'm runnin around the struggle, runnin around the crib
We ain't gettin robbed again, we ain't gettin robbed again
Paperwork's an issue, attorneys and lawsuits
And the lawyer fees concocted to get me fucked up and keep me on recruit
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Bizzy]
Yeah, the "Resurrection" and "The Gift" came out
Beautiful deal and we worked it out for about a year hittin shows
Doin the road workin real real hard
Well shit, we had a new team and fresh settings and a healthy body
for the road after 11 months of sobriety
Shit recorded that album in L.A.
And of course we gettin the kids back
I think I'm gon' get married
[Bizzy Bone]
Still never could I fight the night
All the women tryin to take my girl's place
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, up above, up above
Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Feel the love, feel the love
I could not, find in a physical looks, it wasn't there
After goin back and forth to L.A., L.A. cares
Handlin business, we under new management
But I'm growin, you know I'm still flowin
And another year passed, we still gettin gold and dash{?}
It's the greatest appearence, and they showed it like wow
Dodge, quick, move!
You know you got to be slick and watch out for that bullshit
Watch out for that pulpit, they got me standin and I'm duckin the guns
And yes I'm duckin the bullets and it's always 'bout the one
The one, we represent it forever
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit I still remember
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bizzy]
I can remember drinkin with Uncle Damon and his buddy
while we shot ball in the back
And finishing up I was thirstier than a muh'fucker
I ask Uncle Damon for a drink of the water, shit he said "Sure, drink it"
Ice cold cup sweatin and I gulped it
It was Gin, wasn't water, but I still downed it
Uncle Damon said, "You got a rock gut boy"
Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, You've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your presence
Your essence remains pure
I never made it in school in '92, lookin' for a job as a part-time father
Only if you knew Pac, with the chronic thru your music
Was gettin' me thru, it's 1999 now, what we gone do, huh, ya oh
Enemies snicker when I pour out a little liquor
Better not pass me your name and make you out to be the sinner
Who spent the holiday with that ghetto, cookin' a hood dinner
Writin' my memoirs right next to your picture, remember
'Life goes on', that's what you told me homie
And Sylk E Fine hooked it up in the nick of time you know me-shit
I may be lonely and I talk to you, I hope you listening
And we mob thru you, we all miss him, and mommy say hey
She feed the babies, Johnny J still crazy as hell
Takin' your class in college, hope I don't fail
I wish I had the mail for the million dollar bill
But that'd be too much like writin' the whole situation
And it smells kind of fishy to me, bring the demons to the light
The truth, it might set me free, but they can't kill you twice
By the freedom of God, we have a sure shot
And Jesus, You have been so good to me
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, You've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your presence
Your essence remains pure
Yo, my friends ain't feelin' me, tobacco companies make money off
Of killin' me, we been waitin' for forty acres like we said it, damn
And the earthquakes with the world's retaliation, all the abomination
Call it El Nino, but it feels like revelation, huh, and Pac they got to you
You don't think, I think a fan shot you, they was jealous of your jewelry
And the jury thought they got you, I fast, prepare for the rapture
With a [Unverified] for the ghetto bastards, walk in the wilderness
With God given talent for ashes, pass the pastor, he ain't helpin'
The hood like judges should, but life goes on, it's all good
And homie we fight for wood, to keep us stupid huh, and after Eazy
It ain't no more ruthless acoustics, same producers seduce us
With jewels to boost us, before we prove 'em wrong
Kinda revolutionary to move us, but life goes on
Within the music and the song
It's abusive if you use it to fuel your fire, huh
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, You've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your presence
Your essence remains pure
Supportin' my people, distortin' my people, they callin' my people
Evil is finders keepers losers weep the reaper, all you G's now
Proposition 187, and you think we sleep now
How in the new millennium could we smile, God loves the underdog
And of course the ghettos are close, just when the rain falls
Reminisce on tattoos, the oceans, pain y'all
Note here for the dosage of prozac he prescribed
There's too much melanin in my system, musical group, we won't die
And what's the meaning of survival, knowledge of wealth is right
There in your Bible, look at the literal and learn yourself
Pass me the lighter when I'm stressin' on these issues
Did I mention my momma gonna need some tissue when they get you
I continue to flow eternal, remember Mo Murda way back in the day
Smokin' burners with lil' Layzie, man we shootin' at the turtle
Him and his big boyz doggin' me out, I'm all alone
With my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on, but still many
I don't hate you, we black and strong
Even though I know right where you live
I forgive you and life goes on
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot
And Jesus, You've been good to me
When it all stops, my life goes on for sure
Mr. Shakur and blessed with Your presence
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood
Well let me take you to my hood, my hood
(Come on baby let's rock this shit, come on)
Here's a tear for you kiddo, I've cried a river
It's been bitter sweet, so complete, I'm still with ya
Hear me u know I hear you, I feel you heavenly father
Time goes time flows, real water
Well baby just shine for me, send a bunch of angels to your rescue
(E the elo hinds?) it's him trough the sins
Never dismiss you, god is the realest love that I've lorded
I came back from a walk like (daddyyyyyy) u will be known
U will be owed to the ozone layer
Could u take me to the strip club, my cup, cause baby u a player
U tell em that I love em, n I need em, let's stick together
When hell tries to break the love, say a prayer
Making it better
In or out of, this is the way that we talk
This is the way that we walk
Baby war that I got
I say we sing for me, do your thing for me
Cause Eden is good
Well let me take you to my hood, now come into my hood
("This dude on the bus n shit, who was fucking with me cause I was young, And u know what I'm saying, Flesh uh, stood his ass up, Flesh is like the person u know what I'm saying, Nigga about 15 years in prison, N he still doing prison time. Flesh sat is ass down, pulled his seat back! poww! On the dude that really is a big motherfucker, dude didn't say a motherfucking thing".)
I stroll down memories the light will guide u
Honor your mother, honor your father right beside you
Hide you never 9-12 September
U ain't sucking nothing but a bottle of beer I respect cha
Forever, do you know forever?
Whenever we leave they might cry, shit baby they better
It's cold, I need a sweater, u bold when it's cold
And The Story ain't told, confess your sins they owed
Anything for the truth, baby raise the roof
A little doctor, doctor, breaking em off proper
Prosper, prosper spot yourself
And everybody else
Settle for nothing but the best
U need some help, just call I'll be right there with you
It ain't no fussing or fighting and I won't hit you
Huh u need some help, just call, I'll be right there with you
It ain't no fussing or no fighting n I won't hit you
("Krayzie Bone, I love that dude n he's always been like my favorite rapper, when we were walking the streets it was just him n I together, we were the only people that would walk when everybody else was in the house, my people said he couldn't stay over there, he didn't want to go to his house, So we walked the streets n we drink Power-Master the entire night, I don't know if you remember that Coltttt-45, so it was a beautiful thing")
Lord when I'm walking, I'm knowing that your walking right with me
U defend me, n u mend me even when I get tipsy
Kinda crazy in the battlefield, still u with me
U never tempt me never hurt me
I'll be dirty for you, I be pertty for you, I go trough 40 for you
I praise Jesus that's the real man, u my boo
Brainwave no discussion for gussing n plenty love
Lil Bone Thugs N Harmony help from up above
It's the test of the flesh, confusion testing my rep
So what? that's me, I did it I got the whelps
N I weep n I weft
N my lips be clef, Now watch yourself, now watch your step
Now gimme a hug my love
Baby I love you without a question or a doubt in my mind
Drink wine, just chill u real less dying
Steak, shrimp n lobster n chicken even linguine I can feel you
I know that I need you n plus I'm needed
("One time, (P'd left my ass?) P took me to New-York, he took me to a casino, n I had the opportunity to battle Jay-Z, N Damon Dash was there and I said Krayzie Bone was here, and we was battling for 30 dollars, dude said "I ain't never heard no shit like this before, take the money". NN he said "who the fuck r you? " I said "Man, we Bone Thugs N Harmony")
[Chorus]
Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Just ridin', ridin'...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
Just, just, just...
I'm just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
[Bizzy]
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me some love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't
What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous
We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
And heavenly Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be found
But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns
And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin'
Look at the war and here it come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending
Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches
Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though
Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair
Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well
I'm from the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, will settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid
The best... let me get this, that we feelin' depressed
[Hook]
How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly
And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), the Lord know's I'm not ugly
Heavenly father you are the best, one time...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
[Chorus]
Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
[Layzie]
I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it
Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets
Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid
Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's
Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky
My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga
No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse
Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source
If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
And if rap was a study, you would need you a course
I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin'
They bitches want to listen to it
But they gotta be true with it
Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it
It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth gettin' through it
I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place
[Chorus]
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...
[Mr. Criminal]
I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets
Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis
That's creased, windows down, system on blast
Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog
I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police
The homi's say watch my back for enemies
Touch your back, the hennesey stay (?) my remedy
Catch me dippin' through the streets
Givin' a fuck, runnin' them stoplights
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin' white walls
And as soon as night falls
I let them hundred spokes crawl
Straight dippin' through the city
With my rider's and dogs
It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down
With the homi's from Bone Thugs
And these hater's get flossed on
These bitches get no love
[Chorus]
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...
(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
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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
[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:]
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
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
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
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
[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
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....
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
[Intro: Bizzy]
The one baby!
As a child, army days, cancelled the fun childhood
After runnin away with mom so many times
It's tearin their relationship apart
I wasn't doin anything but bein a kid, no evil in my heart
Never played in the area of they minds, anything like that
Just a normal kid, yeah, yeah
I remember messin with these little girls around the corner
My stuff wasn't even hard
Remember a brother was lookin for a little candy out the park
My mother went, my mother vent, momma what happened, momma I'm scared
Momma my head, so won't you get it baby
We carry on, we carry on, we carry on, we carry on
[Bizzy Bone]
Experience with different women, my dreams
And Sirita was a Cleveland and Sirita was clean
Now I'm explorin, the world around me very much learnin
And a, nurturing phase and a, lurchering phase
God with dirty people comin against me
It's the life of the dead, record of company defend me
Still workin, the musical group, is that the crew?
Are they with me? It's Mr. Majesty, Capo and (Que!) Que, huh
From the West Wing, soldiers of the West Wing
Money straight flowin, it's the best thing, best thing
They say sacrifice is I-N-C
With my buisiness partner Kanardo Davis, D.A.P.
That's the love, that's the love, that's the Lexus, that's the Benz
That's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug
The owners, it started in the night life
I don't even remember havin fun, all I can remember is a trife life
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story)
Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story)
[Interlude: Bizzy]
Time to clean up and get sober man
The kids came moved over I took the last $90,000
and put it on a $5,000 square home and got $10,000 worth of furniture
Frigerator full of food, it's for the kids
We moved on and we got a nanny
After much struggle we had a home, finally
[Bizzy Bone]
My early manhood, strange bein the man of the house
Without Sirita it was terrible, small as a mouse
Soon I met up with the women in the park got married
It's the way that we do it now it's time to get carried
Las Vegas at the time wanted a mother of mine
Myself I needed somethin I could shine
Fortunately, goin to the fast, gettin at last
Hey, I'm bein tested...
Irreconcilable differences, it's not over
I lost my house and my jewelry got stolen
And the kids were back with Sirita - it was the worst feelin
that you could think anybody could have, and Lord I need ya
I'm runnin around the struggle, runnin around the crib
We ain't gettin robbed again, we ain't gettin robbed again
Paperwork's an issue, attorneys and lawsuits
And the lawyer fees concocted to get me fucked up and keep me on recruit
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Bizzy]
Yeah, the "Resurrection" and "The Gift" came out
Beautiful deal and we worked it out for about a year hittin shows
Doin the road workin real real hard
Well shit, we had a new team and fresh settings and a healthy body
for the road after 11 months of sobriety
Shit recorded that album in L.A.
And of course we gettin the kids back
I think I'm gon' get married
[Bizzy Bone]
Still never could I fight the night
All the women tryin to take my girl's place
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, up above, up above
Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Feel the love, feel the love
I could not, find in a physical looks, it wasn't there
After goin back and forth to L.A., L.A. cares
Handlin business, we under new management
But I'm growin, you know I'm still flowin
And another year passed, we still gettin gold and dash{?}
It's the greatest appearence, and they showed it like wow
Dodge, quick, move!
You know you got to be slick and watch out for that bullshit
Watch out for that pulpit, they got me standin and I'm duckin the guns
And yes I'm duckin the bullets and it's always 'bout the one
The one, we represent it forever
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit I still remember
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bizzy]
I can remember drinkin with Uncle Damon and his buddy
while we shot ball in the back
And finishing up I was thirstier than a muh'fucker
I ask Uncle Damon for a drink of the water, shit he said "Sure, drink it"
Ice cold cup sweatin and I gulped it
It was Gin, wasn't water, but I still downed it
Uncle Damon said, "You got a rock gut boy"
I used to think about Man Man often (Man Man often)
Mmm-hmm, Mr. Shakur, man, your essence remains pure......
Chorus:
And by the freedom of God, we got a sure shot, and Jesus-you've been good to me
when it all stops, my life goes on for sure, Mr. Shakur and blessed with your
presence, your essence remains pure......
Verse One:
I never made it in school in '92, lookin for a job as a part-time father, only
if you knew Pac, with the chronic thru your music was gettin me thru, it's 1999
now, what we gone do, huh, ya oh! enemies snicker when I pour out a
little liquor, better not pass me your name and make you out to be the sinner
who spent the holiday with that ghetto, cookin a hood dinner, writin my memoirs
right next to your picture, remember: Life Goes On, that's what you told me
homie, and Sylk~E~Fine hooked it up in the nick of time you know me-shit, I may be
lonely and I talk to you, I hope you listening and we mob thru you, we all miss
him, and mommy say hey, she feed the babies, Johnny J still crazy as hell,
takin your class in college, hope I don't fail, I wish I had the mail for the
million dollar bill, but that'd be too much like writin the whole situation,
and it smells kind of fishy to me, bring the demons to the light, the truth-it
might set me free, but they can't kill you twice, by the freedom of God we have
a sure shot, and Jesus you have been so good to me.............
Chorus
Verse Two:
Yo, my friends ain't feelin me, tobacco companies make money off of killin me,
we been waitin for forty acres like we said it, damn, and the earthquakes with
the world's retaliation, all the abomination, call it El Nino, but it feels
like revelation, huh, and Pac they got to you, you don't think I think a fan shot
you, they was jealous of your jewelry, and the jury thought they got you, I
fast, prepare for the rapture with a blast for the ghetto bastards, walk in the
wilderness with God given talent for ashes, pass the pastor, he ain't helpin
the hood like judges should, but life goes on, it's all good, and homie we
fight for wood, to keep us stupid huh, and after Eazy, it ain't no more
Ruthless acoustics, same producers seduce us, with jewels to boost us, before
we prove em wrong, kinda revolutionary to move us, but life goes on,
within the music and the song, it's abusive if you use it to fuel your fire,
huh......
Chorus
Verse Three:
Supportin my people, distortin my people, they callin my people, evil is finders keepers losers weep
the reaper, all you G's now, proposition 187, and you think we sleep now, how
in the new millenium could we smile, God loves the underdog, and of course the
ghettos are close, just when the rain falls, reminisce on tattoos, the oceans,
pain y'all, note here for the dosage of prozac he prescribed, ther's too much
melanin in my system, musical group, we won't die, and what's the meaning of
survival, knowledge of wealth is right there in your bible look at the literal
and learn yourself, pass me the lighter when I'm stressin on these issues, did
I mention my momma gonna need some tissue when they get you, I continue to flow
eternal, remember Mo Murda way back in the day, smokin burners with lil Layzie,
man we shootin at the turtle, him and his big boyz doggin me out, I'm all alone
with my Thuggish Ruggish shirt on, but still many, I don't hate you, we black
and strong, even though I know right where you live, I forgive you and life goes on...........
Chorus
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll that blunt (yeah)
Give me another toke homie
We ridin, pimp
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David
And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha
[Bizzy Bone]
Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come
Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
better get rid of whatever you need
You better go get it remember to plant that seed
While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it
I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
Runnin from the spiritual po-po
Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either
So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Don't burn...
[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga
We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!
[Bizzy Bone]
Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he started flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer
with a double-edge pump and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck
[Interlude: Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker... nigga
These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section bitch
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you...
[Bizzy Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)
[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
Bitch (I keep on seein things)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)
[Bizzy Bone]
Little Confucious for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
The foul sinnin the killin now
and then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the battlefield
[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all these demons (It was all a...)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)
And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out]
(Intro:)
I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon)
Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a...
Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!)
Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
(One time, one time)
Much pressure in the stress game (hey hey!)
Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much pressure in the stress game (hey!)
Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting - much...
(Bizzy Bone:)
And I can see that you don't want me to love
And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to thug
And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to judge
And I'm damn sure that you don't want me
You better believe that time is tickin
I can hold no grudge, you can't haunt me
Callin up my player-ass partner while I'm sippin on wine
Only to soothe my little spirits, I think God can hear me cryin
When I wake up to the birds and then the herbs of the violins
But I think he rather have me disturbed, man I can't even sleep in silence
(Chorus:)
Much pressure in the stress game, less fame
It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
(x4)
Much...
(Bizzy Bone:)
Ain't no illusion less than God, for the realest of the writin
Love thy neighbor, it's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin
Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill I'm a fly the kite
And Robyn Givens, she's still tryin to play me like I'm Tyson
Oh poor baby, maybe I'm just a little bit sentimental
When it comes to the death I've wept, still weepin with whips
As my brothers they got hung by trees, and beat with whips
The pain is so deep that they carry so many regrets
Here's a message
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone:)
With the world in a daze and the homies smokin haze
And they slangin on the Ave to upper classmen, hey
Slay, with the A to the K
Without a weapon watchin and listenin and, where without livin
Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast
You take a puff and that's enough and throw it away in the trash
At last, minus the visual, where would I be?
You tell Eve to get her ass out the tree, that's cheap
(Intro:)
(paper crinkling) What is this?
This was written for you?
You want me to say this?
Yes, I want you to say this
Stay out of the wonderland baby
(Bizzy Bone:)
Rebuke murder for me; lust, wrath and sloth
Greed, gluttony, envy and the pride of the thought
I'm a tell you smite that servant, kamikaze no curtains
Slice through the smoke of the mirrors, imperfect
Impervious to danger, fear God, the beginning of wisdom
Enter to the kingdom, would you listen?
I miss you most definitely, spit knowledge, smell my breath
Righteous watchin the way, memory step, whoa!
Pay attention to the street signs
I ain't leave yet; never will, love all
Heavenly Father in the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ y'all
Stick with the fight y'all
Spiritual physical shit, c'mon fade that
Feel me though
(Chorus:)
No they don't hear me though, shake y'all
How could I fake y'all? Never break y'all
Misfit maneuverin, tryin to take y'all
Plead, excuse me?
They don't hear me though, shake y'all
How could I break y'all?
How could I take y'all, misuse, fake y'all?
Split serious please, they don't even know me!
Flash in the flask
They don't even know me
It coulda been flash in the flask
They don't even know me young homie
(Bizzy Bone:)
It coulda been the flash in the flask in the dash and the cash
And the mask of different madman, flip blast
In the glass of vision, precision to, get past on the map
Very bad vocal from every paragraph
Blast about bad ass, booty and task
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, mash on wicked minded and smash
What's nasty? Who the fuck ya talkin ta?
Take off my shirt, quickly tell 'em harkin up
Save last days c'mon, show 'em what we workin with
We praise God, Jesus Christ, most certainly
Baby, baby, world so crazy
Kinda hazy on them sucka, very wary time when I say
(Chorus:)
Man, they don't hear me though shake y'all, break y'all
How could I fake y'all, take y'all
Maneuver, try to take y'all
Man please! They don't know me!
They don't hear me though, shake y'all
How could I fake y'all, break y'all, take y'all
Please! They don't know me!
... For the, rest of my life
They don't know me
For the rest of my life, my soul
They don't know me
(Bizzy Bone:)
For the, rest of my life the soul and spirit are priceless
I'd rather be iceless than to get played twice
Give 'em tussin homeboys in red, throwin up thrices
Peek deep inside the 4-4, and you can see rice
Like it or not, find it or not, I'm feelin Tyson
Fuck that sick round, missionary shit now
Licensed to pulverize, premise is capital
And the capo go fast in the battle
As they rattle an awful judgment, who the fuck you judgin?
Little grudges is so sledged in the murder while we walk in the dirt
Tryin to cure my little spirit, turn me over my lil' soldier
And they lookin at me tryin to keep me hurt
Feelin the pain huh, gain huh, plain huh
Throw up the one, stay the same huh
Rain come harder, call us homies huh
Footprints, mop, dust, turn the pallet
Power come quick fast, watch yo' ass
Hand on the hourglass, power be the God
Guess that, press that, full court with a fine ass wall
The sin it be the biggest, let's get spiritual
We're off into the light, when it's our gaaaaame
We flip pages, how we rock the ages, the kid is so amazin
But they don't feel me though
They don't hear me though, shake y'all
(Chorus/Outro:)
They don't hear me though, shake y'all
How could I break y'all, take y'all, fake y'all
Maneuver man... I say they don't know me
They don't hear me though, shake y'all
Fake y'all, break y'all
How could I maneuver and then take y'all
They don't know me, they don't know me
They don't know me, they don't know me
Evidently they don't know me
How could I fake y'all, shake y'all, break y'all?
[Intro: Bizzy]
Don't let the light skin fool you nigga
This your real homeboy
Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin community
As I sit down and I write this letter to my dear brother
Dear brother, heavenly grace and peace be unto you
in your time of persecution, dear brother
I pray this letter greets you in good spirits and peace and health
I love you
For the mothfuckin hood and the ghetto
Ain't nothin you need but a homie
[Bizzy Bone]
For the homie, doin it tight, give you the shirt off of my back
For the homie I sing songs in fact
For the family, I'll never forget you whatever you need
For the family, I'm walkin the streets, I know you see
For my momma, I'm doin it again - I'm doin the best that I can
Gotta love my father, he fathered a man, man, man
For my sister, I help you on out with the nephews
I do the best that I can, for my sister I tell 'em to spread the love
For my brother, I greet you with a spiritual kiss
For my brother, spiritual kisses sellin peace
One, collaborations only to spread that joy
One, for my father, the best homeboy
[Chorus: Mr. Silent]
You can find me with my homies, I'll never run
I'll never hide from my homies, I'm down to ride
I'm down to die with all my homies, kickin with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin for my homies, deep in the streets we stayin up
[Mr. Capone-E]
My homies, they're my young thug outlaws
Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call
We miss you O.G., from the families locked away
Upstate behind bars up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers, who lost their life in the struggle
From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E we'll miss your hustle
The trouble, when the lights went out
It's still a war zone and you still the homie, no doubt
Life of a vigilante, with the street authority
My homies are forever 'til, eternity
Enemies get bucked, trust no, man
I'm in the land where they bangin every kids on they hand
Propaganda, in this white man's world
A devil's reject, with a meth-amphetamine burn
The world turns, never leave you lonely
I'm your confidant, your one and only homie
[Chorus]
[K.O.]
My definition of a homie is a brother with pride
Therefore that I'll always have your back not givin a care who's down to ride
To never leave you astray, to put his life in front of yours
I'm havin a vision in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours
Cause I'm a true blue thug, and I'm keepin it real
My dogs ain't never given away, that's what you call the real deal
As I poured a little liqour for, those who passed
My true, soldiers in the green the game of life and they crashed
[Mr. Silent]
My definition of a homie
My dogs ain't never gonna leave me lonely
Straight riders, we ain't no phonies
My criminal styles and Mr. Capone-E's
Straight ridin, through the city
Givin it up for Bizzy Bone and Frank Nitty
Mr. Silent puts it down showin no pity
Rollin it up for all my homies that are with me, with me
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Let us be all we can be
Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me
Let us be all we can be
Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me
Let us be all we can be
Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me
Let us be all we can be
Baby it's only me, it's only me, only me
[Bizzy Bone]
For you, I walk in my sins
and put it out to the world about the things that I did, that I did
For you, I give 'em the paper, look at the world
and the haters and watch where I cast my pearls
For you, I'll walk through the fire and the blistery winter
Constantly in prayer, even pray for the minister
For you, they can call me any name in the book
I take a look and skip the knowledge, put it on my knees brook
For you, it'll water the longer we stand in fire
When the grace and the peace and we'll never retire
For you, I'll answer your question, in a secretive manner
Very selective of the answers
I'm for you, I grind in the most righteous way
If possible if it's probable I'll give you anything you say
For you, tears they will drop like rain
I can't help it I see you hurtin it make me damn insane, for you
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
From death and destruction, vivid pictures of the corpse
Nobody would tell me, I see the matrix takin a loss
And cherish your soul, the main ingredient of course
The liquor to soothe the mortal spirit, baby I'm tossed
I'ma grind in the church, in the body we walkin
Our cathedral, the congregation's beautiful equal
But when the time comes my people, better be prepared
For anythang in these last days better be, aware
Smokin this purple haze, I'm goin crazy on the voices
Throwin shit inside of my brain I maintain the sickest noises
Alliance and allegiance, for the one almighty
Without the science we the faithful ready for war, y'all try me
Wicked army they could never buy me, can't even ride with me
Bitin my babies and we need the love highly
They frightening my babies but it's good cause I'm a soldier
And I'm walkin in a narrow path, baby I told you!
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Bryon, Orion my vision I'm here to unite the fuckin aliens and angels
My solomon give me the angle
Who in the dango, pop on one of my partners, c'mon my mama armor
Flip out with the wicked dip out, I'm doin the damn thang
School by the ministers, sinister wicked to contemplate
Sinners they wanna comply with hate, baby don't even play me
I was raised by those Africans, protected by Ethiopians
And I read that grease was deep in the ruins, open yo' fallopian
Philomina my Grandmother, Masedonia Mama
Bah-bah Corinthians on simpletons fast
With the job Bone everlast, got the narrow path father
Set up shop come up out the coffin and we finna go find the grass
Clash with the titans, I don't even think that motherfuckers be bitin
But I know that other fuckers be fightin
Sit this Mike Tyson missionary, dictionary rappers said Emmanuel
Fuck with the chambers and I beat that ass well
Shouts out to tha family members, Johnny James, wats the deal baby?
Your family love you baby, love for the Bone Thug N Harmony crew
They keep on tellin me that I'm gone gone gone
They keep on tellin me that I'm gone gone gone gone gone (I'll see you, I'll see you, see you, see you, see you)
Remember that Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone
They keep on tellin me that I'm gone gone gone (they keep on tellin me shit)
And I'm gonna miss everybody body body body body body baby (I'm a miss ya'll mothafuckas man)
I'll see you at Tha Crossroads (hey) little baby as we cross-toes (hey)
With the crossbone (crossbone) They keep on tellin me that I'm gone gone gone (hey) and I'm gonna miss everybody body body body body body body (ride for me kiddo, ride!)
They keep on tellin me that (one time) I'm (you try) gone gone gone gone (you may just like it) (I'm chillin) am I gone gone gone? they keep on tellin me that I'm gone gone gone, They keep on tellin me that I'm gone gone gone gone (I love it)
[Chorus]
When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin with
All day, all night, that's right
When we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin with
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Bizzy]
You know, see me and the homie
Tellin you jump on up in the ride
A bottle of wine, you lettin my prophesize
And I'm, feelin your vibe
I'm feelin to try to stop in Cleveland
With Bone Thugs, that's my family
The reason for the season, and don't leave em
Cause that's my family
[Mr. Criminal]
In the H-B-G is my family
We about to blow up, you just wait and see
Patiently, I been waitin, G
Hop in the lowrider, come escape with me
In 63 Cleve Chevrolet Classic
Rollin down the boulevard, flossin in the masses
Eyes bloodshot, so I'm rollin with my glasses
From the West Coast where we turn it into ashes
[Bizzy]
Everybody on the west side, my papito
Mamacita in the barrio
Tequila, my amigo
Never disrespect you
You know I respect you, that's for sure
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
Praise the Lord
Now let us ride..
[Chorus]
When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin with
All day, all night, that's right
When we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin with
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Mr. Criminal]
Since we come and we gone
Checkin hits from the Bone
Hit to stick to your zone
You better leave it alone
Doin shows just to stay, and I'm finally back home
Hooked up with the homeboy Bizzy from Bone
And we finally clicked up and we doin them things
Bone Thug, Hi Power, stay true to the game
Givin one another uncut heat in the bay
Bizzy Bone, Mr. Criminal spittin the flame
Stay smokin the J, and I'm feelin the vibe
Turn it up when you downtown, rollin your ride
Windows up, hot box and I'm feelin the vibe
Pass it to the homie Bizzy, watch him rip it with time
[Bizzy]
Little Bizzy the kid, you better know what it is
I get ahold of your kids, you better put in your bids
You better put in your dibs, and now we're lookin at the criminal kids
I gotta feelin that they're willin
Sinnin is dangerous, and dangerous
Better get with the program, and slow jam
Feelin that shit, feelin that shit
Pullin that wheel, feelin that shit
Come from another perspective
Recelective with a past, we missed it
My family, I'm left out, aw ma, damn me
But I got God
Tellin em better get em but I'm comin tryin to get em got a feelin when a mother on a mission better listen
That's the way
And that's the way we play
And it all go grab your four-four
Better go kill em, criminal get em
One big fam, bam
My man, you know that you got to feel em
[Chorus]
When we ride, I'll tell you who I'm rollin with
All day, all night, that's right
When we ride, I tell you who I'm rollin with
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Bizzy]
Put them hands in the air like this, like this
And put your finger in the air like that, like that
Yeah... everybody on the West Side
Everybody on the West Side
Put your finger in the air and wave it like you don't care
And wave it like you don't care
Put your finger in the air and wave it like you don't care
The homie Bizzy Bone
And the homie Mr. Criminal
"fire water burn"
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.
Hello my name is jimmy pop and I'm a dumb white guy,
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high,
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho cause she all
Fly,
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as 'kid funky
Fried',
Yeah I'm hung like planet pluto hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine,
Cause I'm kind of like han solo always stroking my own wookie,
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me cookie,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.
Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I'm not black like barry white no I am white like frank black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven,
This honkey's gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
I'll spend my days with j.f.k., marvin gaye, martha raye, and lawrence welk,
And kurt cobain, kojak, mark twain and jimi hendrix's poltergeist,
And webster yeah emmanuel lewis cause he's the anti-christ,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.
Everybody here we go,
Ohh ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh ohh,
Wave 'em like you don't care,
Ohh ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh ohh,
Everbody say ho,
Ohh ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh ohh,
(feat. Kahnma)
(Chorus: Kahnma)
Our father, what's your desire?
We give you things in praise, your name we call upon
Through these trying times we have come to find
We put our trust in you
You give us strength to do the things we wanna dooooo
(Bizzy Bone:)
Not a party, but we did it like children study in school
I refuse to get deep deep inside of the mystery to know that it's you
How many people are true?
Never could stress me out, thinkin attention of who?
Mention the representation of plus dedication I'm lacin up the boots
Happily out of the wonderment now
Massage a thought, never could be my style
Shoulda been bred they brought, go and provide some perfect wild
Forever in a day and including now, beautiful love when nobody's around
How could I clown when it's so profound, you know what I'm talkin about
Round for round and pound for pound, Heavenly Father I praise him now
Our lord and savior Jesus Christ, Lord comin in on a cloud
Never commit adultery, phsyical thinkin outtakes the spiritual
Never neglect the fact that, bad medicine, leads to sickness literal
I think you think too hard
And yes, we're comin up out they yard
What do you see? I see them soldiers takin charge, march
I see them soldiers takin charge, march
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone:)
In the God of the name of Jesus Christ
The father, the son and the holy spirit
Said in Psalm 7, "You do unto others as you would want them to do to you"
Honor mother, honor father, praise God
Love your brother and it'll be one love
To the day way sinnin be livin and it'll be alone, oh feel it, heh, ooh
What they wanna do? I see jealousy, element of people in the family
Check out the medley, ow, we sinnin up felonies; thank you
Praise God runnin and the police thank you
Elementary in the love school 'til the women come out to beef
And I'll shank you, shook you, shank you - heh, heh
And runnin in the belly of the beast I stank you, element shank you
And it's worse than a canker sore, don't let 'em flank you, thank you
Don't let 'em flank you, haha
I think you think too hard
And yes, we're comin up out they yard
Tell me what do you see?
I see some soldiers takin charge as they march
(Chorus)
(Bizzy Bone:)
Bring that song to the Bentley(? ) swangin
The wind is changin, spirit be arrangin
Strange as it seems in these crazy dreams, lean, on Jesus he's as one
That's the real thing, that's the real team, got some real cream
Poppa makin honey, not money but the real bling
Bada-boom bada-bing, and let your freedom ring
Oh me, I'm mystical as ever all clerical, no little bits in the wind today
Cannibals pullin out a can of that bullshit
That bullshit, tell the bitches plan away
Scan away, literally been broke with a script
In the name of our lord and savior; Jesus Christ
In the name of the father and the son and the holy spirit all of it wise
That's why
(Outro: Bizzy Bone)
Holla back, one true God
I want you to spit it just like that
Whatever, whatever happen happen
They ain't gotta like this shit
(starting to mumble)
Tell them motherfuckers out here it's for me
I want you tell 'em somethin
I want you to tell these mudder-fuckers
[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
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll that blunt (yeah)
Give me another toke homie
We ridin, pimp
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David
And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha
[Bizzy Bone]
Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come
Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
better get rid of whatever you need
You better go get it remember to plant that seed
While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it
I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
Runnin from the spiritual po-po
Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either
So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
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]
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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
[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
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
(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
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
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
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
But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't
(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
B2K sucks, y'all better watch your mouth...Boy
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
It's on in the C.O.
[Intro: Bizzy]
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
Bizzy Bone, Bryon McCane
Shouts out to the family members
Playalitical on the track, first and foremost
Yeah, one time for your mind
Colorado style, mountain time
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Heaven)]
It's only me, let us be all we can be (let us be all we can beeeee)
Baby it's only me; nothin but mud, spirit, indeed me
Let us be all we can be (let us be all we can beeeee)
Baby it's only me, it's only me, it's only me, it's only me
[Bizzy Bone]
While I'm runnin in a circle, the demons say I am murkable
No weapons are formed in the storm; it's gettin warm
I'm purple hearted, watchin the world
While dippin up out of the science with alliance, one all, there are many worlds
Heavenly Father, while we dippin in this wilderness
Watchin where we castin our pearls, that's to the wickedness
Old school bible vocab, spit up the bible
Slice in math, spit it in a paragraph style
But me don't want no bad man, give me some medification
Baby that ain't a word, you know my edumacation
Split up the verb dawg, I don't think that that's a verb
Feelin like the troubles have become so absurd
Forever, pay for the sins that we know that we've committed
Been admittedly, born in the sins, is we sinners?
Let me take you out to dinner, so you can study my life
Will you love me or condemn me? That's the price (that's the price)
[Chorus 2X]
[Bizzy Bone]
Lord when I need you, I'm feelin like I'm lonely sometimes
And yes this money don't make a difference, the soul is Christ
I put God first, I give it up to the father
Daddy do what you will, I love you forever cause you the father
Never selfish, make myself selfish for you
Do what we gotta do, I'm only here for you, it's true
Gotta do the righteous thing, God will protect us through the right in things
Rightin wings, tighten things, lighten things, excitin things
And what more should I say, now let me tell you in the chorus
'fore they break me in phosphorus (I said hey)
What more should I say, well let me tell you the chorus
before they break me in phosphorus
[Chorus 2X]
[Bizzy Bone]
I got an envelope of paper in my pocket, we grindin
Turnin 50's into 100's, baby that's perfect timin
While shinin in the black Ac', windows tinted
Four women in the car with me, is this pimpin?
Baby evil always lurk in the dark, ooh park
We bustin down the (Chambers) in the Wu-Tang art
Now chitty bang-bang, take a trip down memo' lane
Picture me runnin, picture me comin, we all 100
Feel the fuckin drummer drummin, we live and direct
And come connect, with the posses of soldiers and resurrect
Selective of my word use, know of truce
Obstruction of the justice that we did in our youth
See it's a new day, new way, see me in the afterlife
Holla at me, love me don't condemn me, that's the price
It's a new day, new way, see me in the afterlife
Holla at me, love me or condemn me, that's the price
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Bizzy]
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen
In the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ, amen
One time, forever and ever and ever, and ever
[Heaven harmonizing fades out]
[Intro: Bizzy]
Ha ha ha ha, and it's on
Once again it's on, Bizzy the Kid
The Midwest Cowboy, in the place to be
Holla at your boy
When I see-ee, I see-ee, who I be (who I be)
Ain't no adultery-dultery-dultery
And it damn sure ain't gon' be no blasphemy man, holla at me
[Bizzy Bone]
The valley of death, go peak in the shadows
and gallop to gallow, the way that we ride
Probably think that it's over the other side
baby divided go peek at the time
Reminded to open the people the blind, look at the duty
don't think that I look at the booty
From everything that I was listenin
rippin the tip of the dirty the mind
God, how could I know somethin?
You know that they tellin me I don't know nothin
They wanted the confident, competent never be pompous
The drama they given 'em dozen
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
Feelin the love and the beauty is real
The beautiful field, remember thou shalt not kill
Whenever you need me it's never exceedin
the beautiful lessons and beautiful blessings
And daily distressin, not here to impress 'em
I'm guessin the expression is plain as steel
Look at the metal, the metal, the metal
Now let me go grab it before we collide
The rhetoric, never be hesitant
Never my love, the Lord provides
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
I am what I am, no adultery
And who I be when I see-ee, I see-ee
I am what I am, what I am, what I
Now come in the light, up out of the darkness
When I see-ee, I see-ee, no adultery
Remember the judge is hard
Put up the cards no disregard
[Bizzy Bone]
Yeah, come in the light up out of the darkness
fillin the void, and feelin my noise
And feelin the poise and feelin my boys
and feelin my voice and fillin my voids
Now come in the light, out of the darkness
fillin the void and feelin the noise
And feelin the poise and feelin my boys
now look at the temple the Philly
Look at him grow, look at the heart the mind the soul
We lovin the Lord, the Lord control
Get out of the knowledge
You know that the brain is just so slow
Plant the seeds, now all of the leaves
Remember the boss, remember believe
Remember the E, never no drugs
These liquid slugs, the love is from up above
No adultery callin me, baby we ain't fallin
Ain't know motherfuckin time for that
Now don't you abandon the rules, the rules is quickly focus
Say - all in, y'all in, all in, y'all in, y'all in
It's never the time to question, be attentive of the kindness
Never the blindness, when they find us spiritually fallin, and pausin
And brawlin, the birds keep on flyin, they're soarin
Whether it's - Saturn or Earth, God please prepare 'em (heh)
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
I am what I am
Ain't no adultery-dultery-dultery
When I see-ee, I see-ee
I am what I am, what I am, what I am now
Ain't no adultery, when I see-ee, I see-ee
I am what I am
[Bizzy Bone]
Now flow with the movement, shakin the dust
Now look at the world, now look at the lust
I'm praisin the Lord in the name of the Father
the Son and the Holy Spirit plus
Flow with the movement, shakin the dust
Look at the world, and look at the lust
Praise the Lord in the name of the Father
the Son and the Holy Spirit plus
All of his saints, remember the war pain, givin the best we must
In the chastisement we must pay attention, that's what's up
So we tellin 'em baby to realize, the supreme almighty one
In the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit they feelin the rush
They feelin the drum, feelin Cheribrums
Feelin the love of the Lord is just, plush
And all of his workings and the twurkings of us
Remember the humbleness, of course we love to play putt-putt
And plantin the seeds in us, I'm finna sacrifice the love and the price
And the pipe, even the ice, up up, it's time to shine
Anytime, give me some wine, hahaha
What a collision, plowin the brain until it listen, no reminiscin
Of course I'm pissin I'm feelin pissed, pull out the whip list
And I've been bitten to the crispiness, drippin in the (haha) blood
This is the way we do when we them thugs, now find some religious ones
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
And when I see-ee, I see-eeeeee
I am what I am, no adultery
When I see-ee, I see-eeeeee
I am what I am, what I am, what I am, what I am
No adulteryyyyy, when I see-ee
I see-ee
[Bizzy Bone]
It's like the covenant, Moses made
With the Lord, and valuable lessons
And valuable jewels and the valuable rules
Praise God for everything
Lean back chillin, everybody wheelin and dealin
I don't have to work or make a million, million
Say, lean back chillin, everybody wheelin and dealin
I don't have to work or make a million
When I see-ee, ain't no adulteryyyyyy
When I see-ee, who I beeeee (no adultery)
When I see-ee, ain't no adulteryyyyyy
Doctor, doctor, what's going on?
Can you tell me what's going on?
Everything keeps going, going, going wrong
Doctor, doctor, I'm out of time
And I keep looking for a sign
I keep getting closer, closer, closer to the other side
I think I'm running out of time, running out of time
Looking for a sign, looking for a sign
Can you tell me what's going on
Anything's that going on
Can't seem to tell what's going on, going on, going on
Can you me where I'm going
Am I going down
What am I supposed to feel
Am I having doubts
Life is not always showing
Am I safe and sound
The truth and what is really real
See I'm living all alone
Playing solitaire
But it's kinda hard
When all the cards ain't there
And I'm starting to dig
All the voices inside my head
Yeah
Doctor, doctor, what's going on?
Can you tell me what's going on?
Everything keeps going, going, going wrong
Doctor, doctor, I'm out of time
And I keep looking for a sign
I keep getting closer, closer, closer to the other side
I think I'm running out of time, running out of time
Looking for a sign, looking for a sign
Can you tell me what's going on
Anything's that going on
Can't seem to tell what's going on, going on, going on
Seems I am always thinking
Of many things
Of how my life used to be
I'm doubting me
Before my world started sinking
I don't wanna drown
I used to feel so free
But now my back's against the wall
Can't see light at all
Every time I try and play pool
It takes my ball
And I don't care about nothing at all
Yeah
Doctor, doctor, what's going on?
Can you tell me what's going on?
Everything keeps going, going, going wrong
Doctor, doctor, I'm out of time
And I keep looking for a sign
I keep getting closer, closer, closer to the other side
I think I'm running out of time, running out of time
Looking for a sign, looking for a sign
Can you tell me what's going on
Anything's that going on
Can't seem to tell what's going on, going on, going on
Bizzy Bone:
And you're losing your mind
Trying find out what's going on
Whole wide world
Baby get up
But she's hurt all over
And you're losing your mind
Trying find out what's going on
Whole wide world
Baby get up
But she's hurt all over
I don't care about nothing, nothing, nothing
I love you in a place, Where theres no space or time
I love you, for the life, You're a friend of mine
& when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, & I was singing this song to you
(Bizzy 1st Verse)
Fully-Automatic, Whateva you want to know
He got's to cry, let up
Stand in the back and ready, Attack
& ready for combat, I
Heavly heated, Weeded, Beat it, Need it, See it
Get it?, Ge it?, Get it?, Good, Dont get it missunderstood
My homey lonley, Homey, Walking and we talking fo'sho
& im'a be with him in the end with for giveness, no more
& remember the words are perfict, How could I be worthy?
& when I feel so dam dirty, Dirty
By leaning on a leaning chair, Baby ain't here yet,
Henny, Caffeine, & nicotine, Notice I left out the green?
Notice i never brake a set, Whos that? Fuck it
I don't even know the chick, I don't even know that shit
Ex me, Perplex me, Flex on decks man
Chastment, Investment, Quiet as kept
I say now,
(Man, Man, Man, Man)
Ex me, Perplex me, Flex on decks man
Chastment, Investment, Quiet as kept
Fair?
(Chris Notez Hook)
I love you in a place (I love you), Where theres no space or time (Time)
I love you, for the life (I love you), You're a friend of mine (Mine)
& when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, & I was singing this song to you
(DMX 2nd Verse) {With Bizzy)
Mad streesed, that I cant even sleep were I rest
So now I were a vest, but what if i dont catch it in the chest
Then im out, just like the light when the powers gone
And theres another tombstone, the childs putin flowers on
Long live the dream, of making enough creem
Were I wont have to skeem, or roll aroud with the team
& niggas I can't trust, & I mite have to bust
for a somethin' (Don't know) Rim, Comin' from (Come on) the fuss
it's to much to bare, & everyday is getting worse
got me plotin on my peeps, & how to get'em first
it's something to make a nigga strive, & stay {Alive}
So I wach my own back, {With a back 45}
(Bizzy)
Are thay coming? Thay coming to get us
Im ready For eva, They'll never defeat you
They'll never deceit you!
(DMX)
WHAT!, Come on
(Bizzy)
& were are thay coming? Thay coming to get us
Im ready For eva, They'll never defeat you
They'll never deceit you!
(DMX)
YEAH!, Come on
(Chris Notez & Bizzy Bone) {DMX}
I love you in a place (I love you), Where theres no space or time (Time)
I love you, for the life (I love you), You're a friend of mine (Mine)
& when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, & I was singing this song to you
Tell me do you remember?, Cause Baby I Remember
We were alone, & i was singin my song.
My homey lonley, Homey, Walking and we talking fo'sho
& im'a be with him in the end with for giveness, no more
& remember the words are perfict, How could I be worthy?
& when I feel so dam dirty, Dirty.
I love you in a place, (I love you) Where theres no space or time (Time)
I love you, for the life, (I love you) You're a friend of mine (Mine)
& when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, & I was singing this song to you.
{Donny hathaway} I was singin my song {Rest In Peace, Baby}
[Chorus]
Don't try to hustle me
Better getcha dolla dolla
Better getcha paper, man
Don't try ta hustle meh
I ain't no dummy, man
Gonna getcha.
Gonna getcha.
Gonna getcha.
[Verse 1]
My inspiration enlights this vision, smokin this purple
This sticky icky is the medicine that it didn't on commercials
The cyclical nature of niggaz gotten me by this oracle
Documented for planted a wagon
Draggin historical like morbital, suspended in space
Rappin in circles
We ain't winnin but we is as crazy as fuck
Upclose and personal, preminitions of the gloriest
Dated, we'll be victorious, so many different choices
These fake niggaz is poisonous
Damn I need ta kill the noises
Heaven's gonna rolls Royces
But the Posse is just so boisterous
And noises only the poisonous
Hollywood couples swingin' and the people you won't believe
got woman that are weedin with women
And Adam is sleeping with Steve
It's complicated to me
If it's complicated to see and it's complicated to love
Then it's complicated to be, and if it's complicated to be
And they confiscated the key
when coke down in Columbia only costs you a 'G'
cocksuckers.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Outta the Seven Sector conservativecy regime
Where the Panthers they don't have knowledge they needed to fully achieve
The prophet, he is giving me structures for Armaggedon cuz it's coming
The Seven Signers are beside me, be runnin to the war-drummin
The general was fully commmitted, without a reason they want me to preach the love
Are you crazy?
It's killin season, I'm bleedin all over the speaker
My spirit is gettin much stronger
Look, the enemy is gettin much weaker
It's Bizzy the Kid, thats demonic
Revelations and horses, Double-X-Lin' the sources, Battlin the darker forces
They assinated my leader
And Lil Capo we need to kill in harmony from heaven
Seven automatic weapons
[Intro: Bizzy]
And one for the love of the Lord
Heavenly Father we need us a sword, sword, sword, sword, sword
And one for the love of the Lord
And one for the love of the Lord
Heavenly Father we need us a sword, sword, sword, sword, sword
(Get off me, get off me!) What, what, what?
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
And where do we come, come, and where do we go, go
Tell me what do we see (see) see, tell me what do you know (what, what?)
And where do we come, come, and where do we go, go
Tell me what do we see (see) see, tell me what do you know (what, what?)
[Bizzy Bone]
And one for the love of the Lord and Heavenly Father we need us a sword
But we know no weapons are formed
they'll go up against us, we got us no sword
And I'm ridin the midst of the war, money galore, gunning my gunny
My sonny, and honey I'm feelin it raw, watchin it every step of the door
Whatever you seen and you saw
you should be shuttin your jaw, killin 'em y'all
See that is the only thing I wanted to do, what I'm here for
Remember you gotta be you, I gotta be me, we gotta be
Forever together you'll see, where most of them flee it'll be B.B.
I gotta do me; what'chu expect, forgot that I come from the set?
Wanna get wet and punched and how to get crunched
you come and you get with the best
Nevertheless, one of the blessed, some of the rest, comin to test
Envious friends, we're here for our enemies
never pretend to be rude I don't even have to poke out my chest
We up in the rep, the story is told but baby you don't know the half
Places I done been without sellin out
it'll make me cry until I laugh ('til I laugh)
The higher power watches over me every day
Every step of the way
Now one in the house, yes, it's one forever
Now it's time to move out, rough, rugged and clever
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Tragedy, bodies are flyin, spirits are cryin
I am Bryon, here to rock it for planet Orion
Deep, breathin and sighin, tryin to make it righteous
With everything goin against us, why they still tryin to fight us?
Brighter days for the titans of Christ, throwin the rice
Prices is ice, cyanide, high in the light
Elevations of plateau-able, still with the unknowable
Showed up, for the show-able; still, I'm down to roll-able
You know, ready to go, the posse of my people
Meek, and still feeble, royal, and legal
I'm feelin good baby, and makin love, it is phenomenal
Don't treat me like an animal, I'm not an honorable
Get it poppin baby
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Now let me sit back, relax and let these rhythms teach you the facts
As I massage yo' feet - you need somethin to eat? (woo)
It's Mr. Loverboy, with a pocket full of tender
Baby, these are my sisters and brothers, we livin in splendor
Remember me? It's baby Bryon born in September
I will never leave you momma, not never, ever, ever
I mean forever, forever ever ever
Through the winter and the dawn even of, stormy weather
Jewelry, draped in the dawn, court cases adjourned
Make, praises of joy to the Lord, poise boy
I'm tellin them that I need some quiet to kill the fuckin noise
These motherfuckers don't know I need some oint-ment
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bizzy]
Thank you, thank you, thank you for tunin in
Most definitely, thank you very very very much
Praise God up in here; oh hey, sit down, have you a drink
Y'understand what I'm sayin, get you a drink
Lean back, let your toes rest
Bizzy Bone the Midwest Cowboy, please believe me
With no bullet-proof vest, it's on and motherfuckin crackin baby
Shouts out, to the family members
Lil' Layzie Bone, in the motherfuckin house
Krayzie Bone, in the motherfuckin house
Wish Bone, in the motherfuckin house!
Flesh-N-Bone, can't wait 'til you get out nigga
Can't wait 'til you get out nigga, one time for they mind
No evil, no weapons formed against us shall prosper
Please trust and believe, one time for they mind
-Intro-
Baby, you go to realize that these young motherfuckers that you caught yourself rollin' with, these lil' niggas don't know nothin' about no loyalty. These niggas ain't on no damn amish shit, baby. These niggas come from the streets, they come from broken homes. They ain't used to nobody stickin' with 'em never. So they gon' always gon be alone, baby. You come from the same place don't ya? It was good wasn't it? Wasn't it?
Bizzy Bone
See my life is backwards, Lil' Layzie was my nigga to the fullest/ Through semi-automatic bullets with the afro rockin' crack spot I'm clockin' hell-a money with my sisters/ I met him and it was on and poppin/ We did ya talent shows, and messed with highschool hoes/ In the city of Cleveland's rememberin' Bizzy Bone/ I was down to kill niggas, the first to swing last of the real niggas/ I'm down for anything, anything/ So now I'm all alone, and you let Krayzie diss me/ Just tell me, how could he be so damn pissed at me? I never fucked his girl, I never took his money/ How could you just ride with him? You ain't smellin' somethin' funny?
-Chorus-
Sellin' dope, tryin' to make a lil' dividends/ When I was shootin' niggas you was my only friend/ Sellin dope, tryin' to make a lil' dividends/ When I was shootin' (Shootin'...) niggas you was my only friend
Bizzy Bone
See my life is backwards, Lil' Layzie was my nigga to the fullest/ Through semi-automatic bullets with the afro rockin' crack spot I'm clockin' hell-a money with my sisters/ I met him and it was on and poppin'/ We did ya talent shows, and messed with highschool hoes/ In the city of Cleveland's rememberin' Bizzy Bone/ I was down to kill niggas, the first to swing last of the real niggas/ down for anything, anything/ And now I'm all alone, and you let Krayzie diss me/ Just tell me, how could he be so damn pissed at me? I never fucked his girl, I never took his money/ How could you just ride with him? You ain't smellin' somethin' funny?
-Chorus-
Bizzy Bone
See my life is backwards, Lil' Layzie was my nigga to the fullest/ Through semi-automatic bullets with my afro rockin' crack spot I'm clockin' hella money with my sisters/ I met you and it was on and poppin'/ We did the talent shows, and messed with highschool hoes/ In the city of Cleveland's rememberin' Bizzy Bone/ I was down to kill niggas, the first to swing last of the real niggas/ I'm down for anything, anything/ So now I'm all alone, and you let Krayzie diss me/ Just tell me, how could he be so damn pissed at me? I never fucked his girl, I never took his money/ How could you just ride with him? You ain't smellin' somethin' funny?
[Intro: Bizzy]
Bizzy Bone, we 'bout to do this
Family members from all around (we are true!)
Gather around (get the troopers)
And they say this shit here is underground
but I know that we are over ground
(We gon' get this money, fuck that shit!)
Yeah, holla at your boy (one time boyyyy)
Eat honey and locus locus (locus)
I gotta stay focused focused (I gotta stay focused)
Ain't down for the hocus pocus, hocus pocus
Hocus pocus (stay focused and sharpen on this)
Eat honey and locus lucus
(I don't give a fuck what you got on me, you know I got nuts)
I gotta stay focused focused (c'mon nigga)
You know I stay focused focused, Bizzy Bone (you better get yo' money)
One time for they mind (honor nigga, honor nigga!)
Holla at me boy
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't you tell 'em?)
We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh
And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more
(fuck around... whassup Abraham?) Get up out that do'
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!)
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!)
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's
We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh
And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more
(Don't fuck around boy, with no haters up in here no mo')
[Bizzy Bone]
Homies, enemies wanna be, never they gonna be, anything comin to Bizzy
Get rid of me now, not even payin attention I mention we stuck in the kizzy
City to city, we keepin it movin and doin it, smokin embalming fluid
Sherm I'm high, oh so high, riddle me now and show them how we do it
Get to it, ruin this the way it should be done
then we jet 'em and we bet 'em a grand
Now give me the boot, the fam, Philomina my gran
and Macedonia feelin me man
Runnin with that hour, that glass, that sand that shifted
that gifted, that lifted and we're never alone
Call up the Bone as if I've run out of money (I need some money in this bitch)
and yes it's funny and this gold they come and welcome me home
Right through that mystical, critical thinkin and critical drinkin
The blink of an eye, better be careful when wakin my mind
Tell 'em the truth I don't need to lie
Feelin embarrassed and baby I was straight up walkin in truthfulness
And never again do I have to worry about Ruthless
ROO! Give me that paper paper paper paper
We got to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper
See that's that caper caper - Superman!
Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin 'em a 100%
Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again
Bizzy, you know my name, my name
Number with the game, survival of a rival
Never compete with the stoppin me baby
I'm audi, I only am me and I see what I see, nobody copy me baby
Drop dead on your side baby - now give me that rhythm
I just wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha)
Tell these haters quit copyin me
I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck?
Right there, what you say? (what did he say?)
Hey, you know what it is (you heard, you heard, you heard)
This is the way we play-ay, this is the way we play
[Chorus]
[Young Droop]
Yeah let's get this money nigga!
Critical thinkin, that's what a nigga be speakin
I got 'em leakin, got a conversation for the whole nation
I give an apology for the people that been waitin
Bein hella patient, waitin on the gangsta
Now that I'm back with a lyrical attack
it's a fact that I bust like a mac
When a nigga be rappin it's like a nigga be clappin
they recognize on a nigga that put the Valley on the map
I'm thugged the fuck out, everybody and they momma know
a little bit about the critical thinkin nigga
That got the lust to pull the trigger
Get mad at when my bitches call at yo' mommas house
And don't make me call up my squad
Killers that shoot and that shank and that squab
Sick to my gut when it comes to the law
We bangin on police, nigga this the mob
I'm one of the niggaz that hold it down for the West
Rollin with the fo'-pound, nine with the vest
Niggaz'll never know it, I never show it
but I'll put a bullet through yo' chest
For people that's talkin my name
All the undercover niggaz is lame
People talk about me without the fame
but that's okay homie, I'll put you to shame
I'm one of a kind, you better follow my rhyme
because I follow my mind but I'm ahead of my time
Everybody better buckle up and get ready
your nigga 'bout to bust like a nine
Nigga we can do whatever but never say never
You'll never know what'll happen when we get to cappin
Fully automatic is what I be packin
now look at yo' reaction nigga - give me that bill
[Intro: Bizzy]
Man I could never be anti any-fuckin-thing man
I ain't even gon' lie to you man
Live and direct from the motherfuckin battle station
I mean, how in the fuck, you gon' see somethin beautiful
Youknowmsayin, to the eye to the heart to the mind to the soul
And I really understand what you lookin at
Praise God for ev-erything
There is only one true God
and you need to get those wicked members up off of him...
(Come to us, tell me what'cha say love, tell me what'cha sayin)
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Only him to come to us, come to us
Tell me what'cha sayin love, tell me what'cha sayin
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what, tell me what
Come to us, come to us
Tell me what'cha sayin love, tell me what'cha sayin
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what, tell me what
When you come to us, come to us, tell me what'cha sayin love
Tell me what'cha sayin, tell me what, tell me what, tell me what'cha sayin
Come to us, come to us, tell me what'cha sayin love
Tell me what'cha sayin, tell me what, tell me what, tell me what
Tell me what, just come to us
[Bizzy Bone]
Walk through the valley, of the shadow of death, flesh and blood
Evil keep questionin us, we bust, lay back in the cut
Sinister minded blinded, soon as they find it tossed in diamonds
Nibble that tree of science and they think that they laughin at Bryon
Better know that they gon' keep on tryin
And whatever they think that they sellin there won't be no buyin
from Earth, to planet Orion
From birth, I twist in the stomach from hella spices like cheyenne
Quick, hit 'em with trifectas, the fruit of bad nectars dyin
Cause I am, what I am changed, switch it up like OutKast
Everybody thought that Andre was crazy, he get a bypass?
Time trickle like hourglass, who ready to ride?
What? Quit snitchin, I know that it's cold outside
And whether we're cold or not, killin though we bold outside
I'd rather not take a bath, if feelin all dirty inside
But it's pretty inside, look at all them girlies inside
So what, we here in a mission and our mission ain't blind
For all of that wicked wisdom they put in our minds
Go to Akron without a map, walk the streets, look for the rabbi
While sippin on this mai-tai
Talk to religious figures while lookin in at the skyline
I worship no gravin image it's bye-bye
God go where he wanna go, let you know what he wants you to know
You know, how Jesus role, yo' heart, yo' mind, yo' soul
Talkin to the scriptures where all of the saints will see to that
Weeded up, but of course my people, they don't believe in that
Leanin back, demons in a dream and holdin my semen back
Salty like Sodom watchin Gamorra, check yo' almanac
Never had no friends and if I did will they left
They so scared, for who to be crucified, soon gon' lose yo' breath
Yep, get up get out since you got doubt, lumpy potatoes that's on the couch
Feelin offended, speak your mouth (mouth)
[Outro: Bizzy]
They don't want none
In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit amen
In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ amen
It's only one true God in full effect
That's how we do this shit, wreck shop
No adultery baby only one, only one
Togetherness, huh, huh
Only one, only one, only one
Yea, yea, yea, yea, no adultery watch yourself
They comin at you, they comin at you fast
That's the POLICE right there baby
They comin at you fast
>>IntrO<<
Yeah, its going down.. 7th sign film slash records in full motherfucking effect (yes sir) please believe it nigga, bizzy the kid, midwest cowboy
>>Verse 1<<
Sippin muggle, feelin lovely, dizzy smokin sticky icky, in every city my ni***s rollin wit me, strapped up on me, yaheard i got kicked out of bone thugs n harmony? what u thinkin, im a soldier, survive, the ugly, dont come around me if u whiskin 4 money i aint got it, u kno i just got out of the jail? (what?) they put 2gether my bail and im still runnin from the popo, ridin wit the top down, top down, purple haze, makin my shift, hittin snitches and let the six four drop down, drop down, jealous ni***s callin me a son of a whooOO!!
>>Chorus 2 times<<
And i be runnin from the police, all week,
We bin drinkin and smokin rollin them swisher sweets,
When we get up in the club they tell us 2 leave,
its something about liqour make u c enemies (who is that?) [Wrong i think..]
My body luv drinking hennesy,
Adrenalin pumpin im thuggish ruggish with energy,
Heaven is where we wanna be!! and money is what we wanna see!!
>>Verse 2<<
I got them bullets that'll move ya body, body!!
put em in a gangster like hasta~la~vista,
i'm ghetto like [gostos for mostas [or something..]]
its time for the four, hail ceaser,
walk through here with the gasoline jacket, snatchin the reefer,
gotta go, go, fresh out of the county, steady as we grow,
all of my ni***s is dead.. and im bein questioned by the feds
let me know what they said ,enemies sleepin in my bed,
this was written by my bishop wit this vision in my head,
hey, let me c u left marsh, do it for death charge,
i can feel the vision wit my company in red,
let me know what they said, 'cause they fake like they my friends
its the jealousy in them, and the zealousness in them,
and u can tell em once again, i, my people winnin,
u can choke and it [??] seemless sprees is spinnin,
got this skeez blending breeze, i make a week at the knees,
i mean literally, i make a week at the knees!
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Woodfella (Woodfella)(Buck buck buck buck buck)(Blaze a sack come on man/Bring the mac with me/We come from the fuckin city call Columbus Thuggish Ruggish/The artist formally known as Bizzy Bone up in this mother fucker/Son of a bitch/Motha fuck it....)
WoodFella #1
Come Bizzy why you blazin sacks?/I sit back in the cut roll a pound of compress weed in my nutsack/Niggas tryin ta jack I hammer that/Sendin ya back to Cleveland with that goody good/Woodfellaz keep that greedy woody wood down south/And put tha put tha gat down a bitches mouth/You got problems on the edge?/We'll solve em,slide early deep to the Lex/Hit em up and rob em/Have you ever saw a four chess n overload?/That's when the bullets explode dis how we roll/Runnin from the po po's cause were neva clean/Went from workin triple beam,weighin up bigga n betta
-WoodFella #1-(Bizzy Bone)-Chorus-
Where my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it)Where my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive itWhere my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it)Where my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it)
Bizzy Bone
Come here see this,my nizzle foshizzle fa sho/Nizzle n sizzle with stack at his door/And it's god (Play me)/Shoot at Cali ta gold,with my mind body n soul (Blow blow blow)/I've been in control let me ,when them women lets go/Blaze the track, you blaze the sack/I bang my stack, my niggas in prison they comin back/Thangs is hectic niggas get back/And even if I catch the bullet,you know im comin back for my chedda/Resprect me (Respect G's!!)/Grab a gat confess, Eazy the curse make a brotha (Sean) play to be blessed/Nevertheless I aint manifested with the wind from my chest/And I dont stop,till the cops rest/(Come on!) Time test smokin even heavy and fuck the status/Roll my diamond in the ghetto with weapons,these niggas gettin ready/So leave it or weed it and cut off all my hair,make you mothafuckas believe it put it the air
-Chorus-
WoodFella #2
Givin doubt to them real niggas (Woodfella)/Know whats up,show no love to them fake niggas/I could give a fuck about five foot five undaground and im crunk/But the sign say 'Name' cause you could get jumped and dumped on stomped by these country ass niggas down hea/Where my real niggas at?/Drink a fifth of that Coniac,Hennessy got me gettin down from my ground/By myself and I aint on my side of town /Fake niggas get nothin,keep truckin ya best ta beat ya feet before the creep starts a bustin/Cussin,you outta time (Time)/Im already deep,so you know whats on my mind (Mind)/This Irv got me noddin on these kids on that wheel (Fo real)/Got a barrel of that 38 steal (Fo real)/Actin kinda wrong on this step I wish ya will/The game get hectic im talkin bout fo real
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WoodFella #3
All my real niggas hea snatchin yo breath/Fuck around wit them killas be like bad fo yo health/Stopin bustas in they tracks, when im cockin them back/Sippin Hennesy while my nigga Bizzy blazin sacks/Run the street wit Bone nigga who be squeezin on triggas?/Eliminatin all niggas,blockin my figguhz/Keep my weapon close neva catch me slippin like soap/You seen the real niggas now you like scared to approach /We fall in the club,we got no love fo you fakas/You betta get yo gat,you know im talkin to you hatas/The real niggas in the bitch blazin the sacks,we got you fake mothafuckas here/Watchin yo back
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