Alpha Mentality lyrics - Bizzy Bone
Alpha mentality
None of you niggas can battle me
Break out your salary
Rather we conquer the world with no casualties
I'm a legend and I'm the cavalry
Bring all the rappin' you had on the palate me nigga
My shit is the bomb
(Before I begin)
I'ma pull out my gun
I'm comin' out of this muthafucka when these niggas are done
I'm serious
And the Ripsta mister
Nigga that'll rock your cradle
I ain't a bitch
I don't have a period
(Soon as I'm fit)
There'll be angels
Wait 'til the case is closed
Wait 'til the place is full
Then I unload
It's that bloody murda murda
So that they think I'm done
It's murda mo
Develop inside of my shadow
These niggas are shallow
Nigga trust me
You won't fuck my bitch
But one of them raggedy baby mamas
You can have though
She not the same ho
That bitch have a place
That mean you drink with Drano
Hit 'em like Mano
I cut one you young niggas in tens in Caymo
Pick up Bones fantastic
Let me get my flame on
May the force be with y'all label
For the shit I spit is fatal
You niggas are more prenatal
Appeal that I bought for the watch that I got on the table
Don't trust my paper
Don't discuss my paper
I get plenty ho
Never lay late by the stairs
You know that you don't want to throw hands
On the dirt you can leave man
I'm a shooter but I'm from Cleveland
Oh say can you see
Nigga repeat after me
By the dawn's early light
Better not
Never fuck with
Never fuck with
Proud may we stand
On a C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D
O-N-E
Don't make me release my nigga Stan
When the twilight
Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
When the twilight (twilight…)
When the twilight
Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
Oh say can you see
Nigga repeat after me
My freak a negros
Let me wrap this up like egg rolls
Ain't none of us really the best bro
Never think that you are less though
I get it but this ain't the pop culture for the critics
Nigga this Hip-Hop
And the legends I know they are livin' it since the day
We sound like a mimic
I'm with it
Let's get it
Not break up or make up
I'll deal with you lil' niggas myself
Yeah you don't have any advantages
Give a fuck if it was money 'cause I don't need help there
And I got ten in a bag facts
Put it up so it cannot be attached
I'll bury myself in the money
You muthafuckas that be throwin' my back yes
I'm just-just smarter than y'all
My niggas way harder than y'all
Wish Bone's a father to y'all
We don't even bother with y'all
You told the legends they should kiss your feet
Dawg you should miss your teeth
Oh diamonds to meet palms
He told all his niggas they better not answer that
Me I told all my niggas they better prepared to strap
But no no more I-G
They are cancer rap
(B.B. let it blow over)
Nigga you can cancel that
T'Challa talkin' to Eazy through the dirt
And bring that panther back
(The foster kids)
Lil' nigga still a shooter
Lil' Ripsta had to school you
Don't let the light skin fool you
Oh say can you see
Nigga repeat after me
By the dawn's early light
Better not
Never fuck with
Never fuck with
Proud may we stand
On a C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D
O-N-E
Don't make me release my nigga Stan
When the twilight
Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
When the twilight (twilight…)
When the twilight
Light so gleamin' (gleamin'…)
Oh say can you see
Nigga repeat after me
What are you disrespectin' legends for
Them niggas ain't checkin' y'all
Soon as you said my name
I turn this plane into a wreckin' ball
Fuck them pants
They are extra small
Fuck your fuckin' dance
Why don't you stand like you a man
Y'all act like y'all some fuckin' broads
Fuckin' up the cause
Fuckin' up the brick you niggas Fentanyl (Fentanyl, Fentanyl…)
I'm still ventin' y'all
Three piece and with extra slaw
Them pieces with extra sauce
You like one of them bitches that can't get me off (get me off…)
The pelican order is destiny y'all
Pluckin' your feathers and even though I'm just peckin' at y'all for the talent you niggas possess
Bone's much better than y'all
Stalking Me lyrics - Bizzy Bone
Oh you hoe, you hoe (hoe)
You keep on stalking me, stalking me
(stalking me stalking me)
Oh you hoe, you hoe
(You ain't never coming back no more, more ...)
This bitch she just want me to talk
Mad 'cause I didn't fall off
I guess it's the fact that she couldn't see blood
Somehow she lost
All of my niggas said "BB"
You trippin
'Till they seen that bunny just wanting my money
They prolly can get it
She being vindictive
But I just don't give shit
Would have been a better reason to get rid of it
You wanna be famous
You better come up with another lick
'Cause the shit that you was spitting is irrelevant
While we fucking up these little niggas let us handle this
You had minute of fame
It's time I'm deading it
In front of my brother and I'm a better man
The rhetoric
It's been 5 years
Quit stalking me
Quit trying to talk to me
Please realize that you lost me
I tried to let you down softly (softly)
Oh you hoe, you hoe (hoe)
You keep on stalking me, stalking me
(You ain't never coming back no more, more...)
[x4]
She got in my journal and lost
Thought she was all in my head
Gave her the code to the gram
Had everybody like dam!
Look at how happy I am (Look how happy he is)
My baby momma looking fat as she can
Embarrassing but I was into that then
Finessing the fans
She borrowing time
It's all in my mind
It's close to the end
So now we just playing this chess
Both of us different intentions and then
I sacrificed a queen and took it upon myself to win
She met the fam
Went across the board
Hit her with JAM
Stretch the floor
Aw shit, I'm bout to get married now
She ain't ever coming back no more (more, more...)
Oh you hoe, you hoe (hoe)
You keep on stalking me, stalking me
(You ain't never coming back no more, more...)
[x4]
It's pretty easy!
Enigma lyrics - Bizzy Bone
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Oh, shit
Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I'm huntin' wabbits
I'ma let my nuts hang, nigga
In these tight pants until the buck spray
Or with a 12 gauge, I don't give a fuck
Nigga, fuck them
Anybody, everybody with a bottle
No lie, without my army, I ain't sorry
Little nigga, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg
Man the gun so big it'll blow a nigga brain into crosswords
Little niggy had to run swerve
It's that's soft shores 'cause the God damn Converse
Chicken dippin' like it's tossed served
But those lost words be the same but I saw worse
I had the sauce first
I let it thaw thristin' at y'al'
Never get an egotistical without a flaw
Standing there with no one beside ya like Guards
Drippin', I ain't trippin', got a couple of 'em, dawg
Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, nigga
We get even, nigga, don't be afraid of Steven
I'll let big boy hit you with a cig, boy
I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathin'
An enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason
I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter
But I am a good leader
I give you another banger
I give you another heater
Remember me, mother fucker
The gun on the album cover
I'm one of the tower brothers
The 50 in Power brother
The Michael of our brother
The cyclical nature that circles all around the brothers
It wouldn't touch a nigga money, got the salary, brother
Micky and Mallory, brother
I got that cal on me, brother
With out no title you mother fuckers
I'm about to pull the musket out
And let it off in this mother fucker
Watch your mouth, you niggas soft in this mother fucker
Bet the industry just tossed you out
You all slaves on the label, little God damn cock suckers
Y'all livin' off show money
Get paid every first of the month, now that's mo' money
It'll be from the grave at the crossroads
When I look at my sons say, "That's your money"
Murda, murda, murda, I am general
You little niggas sure ain't sweet
These niggas think we never runnin', I'm on TMZ
And I'm a free emcee
I got love for the young bouls
But that's me
Little Lay in the building chasin' around little children
My niggas son
I can't front but I'm chillin'
My artillery is steady, get heavy mother fuckin' place that I'ma go so I be ready
Po-po been already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew
PM is all in my DM
Bitch, I'ma call when I see 'em
Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I'ma see how you bein'
Niggas is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams, yeah
Rippy to yams
And all of my people that roll with the Bone
When I'm comin' to give what we stand, uh
Po-po benn already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew
Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, nigga
We get even, nigga
Don't be afraid of Steven
I let big boy hit you with a sig boy
I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathin'
An enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina
'Cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter
Trophies lyrics - Bizzy Bone
Don't fall in love with just money, please don't waste your life (waste your life)
It's all gone, all of sudden you'll love em, that's because she was a trophy wife (trophy)
Don't fall in love with just money, please don't waste your life (waste your life)
It's all gone, all of sudden you'll love em, that's because she was a trophy wife (trophy)
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
You better stop looking at bitches on the Gram
I see they creeping on a come up, with they laced friends done up
It's on, we gone and do this, someone let's get drunk and kick it with them
(Thank God) I got me some money, money, I am what I am
Keep a uber to the sun up, rent the whole club out
We ain't leaving this bitch, I'm in here with my gun out
You need a ride or die, a real bitch
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
Get it in the mud with, how can I trust them?
I'm gonna need more, then an ass and a outfit
Capable I can run shit, money moves, let me make em
I can have any bitch I want, but it doesn't mean that I have to take em
Nobody can stop me, it's still Heaven's Movie
She wanted to be around my niggas, she became a groupie
Instead of a queen, she wanted money to enlarge her booty
She went to the studio to rep bitch, that ain't it you goofy
Don't fall in love with just money, please don't waste your life (waste your life)
It's all gone, all of sudden you'll love em, that's because she was a trophy wife (trophy)
Don't fall in love with just money, please don't waste your life (waste your life)
It's all gone, all of sudden you'll love em, that's because she was a trophy wife (trophy)
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
Pick up the tech, make her break her neck, if the baguette
Ya having money, is the only way she'll give you respect
I like a plain Jane Rolex, these niggas bougie keep a gun, here go my lil pump pump, here go my lil uzi
Roll up the Dutchy, to the left, my puff puff pass to Tunchie
That lil bread that you give her, is for her head and coochie
Lil B ya moving to fast
Wanna baby, get married so you can use me?
A bottom bitch's reservation is on this Moët
Don't think you can choose me, you want a dummy so this nigga can hit you and you can sue him
You ain't slick bitch, think you can hustle me?
That's why these niggas call you stupid and your struggling
Ever clear... shot it up proof, for the truth be
Ghetto bitches, run up affiliated up on me and Lucy (loosely)
These niggas pussy, never let ya paper pull a bitch ya punk ya better listen to it...
Don't fall...
(Truth be)
Don't fall in love with just money, please don't waste your life (waste your life)
It's all gone, all of sudden you'll love em, that's because she was a trophy wife (trophy)
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp
Ruthless (Skit) lyrics - Bizzy Bone
First, the fuck I been?
I came into your motherfuckin' office
To tell you, bitch, I ain't re-signin' with you bitch, fuck you
I'm gon' do my own motherfuckin' thing
I don't give a fuck-I don't give a fuck
They're-they're my niggas
I'm the good man in Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, bitch
Tell me what the fuck
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Remember What Eazy Said lyrics - Bizzy Bone (feat. Blais)
First, the fuck I been?
I came into your motherfuckin' office
To tell you, bitch, I ain't re-signin' with you bitch, fuck you
I'm gon' do my own motherfuckin' thing
I don't give a fuck-I don't give a fuck
They're-they're my niggas
I'm the good man in Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, bitch
Tell me what the fuck
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
I always be ready to die, [?] respect to you mind (We pray, we pray, we pray, we pray)
See by my side (By my side), and never leave on me again
I get rather behind (We pray, we pray)
That's what Eazy said (That's what Eazy said)
(We thuggish ruggish niggas always)
I remember what Eazy said
(And ready to bring the war up your way)
I remember what Eazy said
(I) I remember what Eazy-Eazy
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T, saggin' and bailin'
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T, saggin' and bailin'
You know in this thug shit
Murda, mo murda, mo mur-shoot you in the club
Bitch, I'ma come
I sell this when one of em double Glock, double barrels on the ride
You know I brought cherry wine
Look out for the killers, I'm always observin'
Even the scary ones
But those be the one that'll get you
If [?] think I don't carry one
As soon as I land in the city, we never been afraid to bury one
Hollow points on you, you dumb-dumb, you dumb
Little Eazy rest in peace
Tell 'em where we come from
Fuck every dirty needle in that acupuncture stun gun
I always be ready to die, [?] respect to you mind (We pray, we pray, we pray, we pray)
See by my side (By my side), and never leave on me again
I get rather behind (We pray, we pray)
That's what Eazy said (That's what Eazy said)
(We thuggish ruggish niggas always)
I remember what Eazy said
(And ready to bring the war up your way)
I remember what Eazy said
(I) I remember what Eazy-Eazy
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T, saggin' and bailin'
I'm that gangsta-gangsta, is that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T, saggin' and bailin'
Runnin From 1 Time lyrics - Bizzy Bone
It's what you can prove
It's just my strap in our eyes
Put that on young mind's eyes
Melting you young guys
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the gun wasn't mine
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the guns wasn't mine
Make sure that it wasn't outdated
Make sure that the watch wasn't plated
Bitch, I'm still Looney Tune
Let me get right into it, this big ole blunt, KABOOM
You pull out money, I pull out my uz'
Still, I look like you
There's no place in this movie left there for you, ooh
Watch, he my friend or foe?
Little nigga don't oppose
No one composed
The composer carry Muskets 'cause I'm a soldier
Double barrel, gon (Blow)
Spinnin' this 350, let's go
Get in this Wraith, quickly, let's roll
Niggas gon hate me, what for?
Nigga, so (Nigga, so)
It's what you can prove
It's just my strap in our eyes
Put that on young mind's eyes
Melting you young guys
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the gun wasn't mine
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the guns wasn't mine
It's what you can prove
It's just my strap in our eyes
Put that on young mind's eyes
Melting you young guys
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the gun wasn't mine
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the guns wasn't mine
Divine Intervention, I'm blessed
Spitting it fast, but less
Coca Cola this new generation now
Smack the shit out my son if he wear a dress
Daddy a thug and he young
Cleveland is where we are from
Nigga, you ain't-hehe-don't run
Momma would hand me the gun, damn
Enough of this shit, I've been getting rich
Catchin' these bitches that monetize
They are the culture vultures, revolution is televised
Any beef with the Bone, I keep inside
Evolution of Seven you need to side
There's too many devils in Hollywood
Grab the bull by the horns when I take a ride
How could they sell they souls?
Didn't they lose they bros?
What kind of a hood is you in?
What kind of weed you smoke?
How could they sell they souls?
Didn't they lose they bro?
What kind of a hood is you in?
What kind of a weed do you smoke?
Watch, he my friend or foe?
Little nigga don't oppose
No one composed
The composer carry Muskets 'cause I'm a soldier
Double barrel, gon (Blow)
Spinnin' this 350, let's go
Get in this Wraith, quickly, let's roll
Niggas gon hate me, what for?
Nigga, so (Nigga, so)
It's what you can prove
It's just my strap in our eyes
Put that on young mind's eyes
Melting you young guys
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the gun wasn't mine
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the guns wasn't mine
It's what you can prove
It's just my strap in our eyes
Put that on young mind's eyes
Melting you young guys
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the gun wasn't mine
Runnin' from 1 time, why?
Forgot that the guns wasn't mine
Carbon Monoxide (Migos Diss) lyrics - Bizzy Bone
Ever since the dawn of a new era, known as hip-hop A.D
After 2Pac and Biggie Smalls unsolved schmurdas
The genre of rap music has searched for its new foundation
In order to do so, the labels began to request the formula to the Bone Thugs-N-Harmony sound
With the likes of Drake leading the polygamy of studies
Listening day and night in the studio and then procreating a sound
The industry crowned him king while paying homage to Bone, there was no reason for alarm
Soon after this maneuvering, artist all over staring being influenced by those Bone Thugs-N-Harmony-esque cadences and flows
The Migos, Offsides, Tequila, and most notably the unknown third member who wasn't left off Bad and Boujee as previously predicted, all stated they never even heard of Bone
They opted to note that their influences as the Triple Six Mafia
Known in the Bible as the mark of the beast and the number of satan
We found one of the thuggish ruggish members, Bizzy Bone, in the hills of Siberia under the alas of Janou Oliver Beck
As the end of the Golden Age approached, it is said that he arose to another plane an carried his temple to the mountains to avoid the skinny jean emasculated era of hip-hop
We found him chopping wood in these said mountains
Along with his albino runaway lioness from the San Francisco animal prison, Keisha
Upon meeting him, he had no contact with the outside world for ages
We informed him of the Layzie Bone and Migos beef
He looked at us with his double-barrel classic shotgun
And this is what he had to say
Children, does anyone know what rhymes with ego? (Migos-Migos-Migos)
A billion streams on Vevo bringin' about as much chips as you can get in a quarter bag of Doritos
B-G, I'm a knockie fan
Hit you wit' one of these combinations, I'm goin' through complications
And then I do my Tekashi dance
Shmurda was the case that they gave me
Dear God, it's me and little Layzie
We was robbin' niggas without no father figures
And that's the way that Wish got shot by Krayzie, it's common, niggas
I put you in garage mode, mobster, the shots fly
These niggas don't want no smoke, I give 'em carbon monoxide
Let me hit you with this LOX line, Pac sign
No one can do it better, that's a Doc rhyme
Crush your windpipe, slice you with doxprime
That's over your head, as your wife
This precious metal, hit her with this lead pipe
Smile, bitch, you livin' your best life
O-R-T, let me be brief before my dick speak
Socks on, break your iPhone so I could go to sleep
Load the clip, pop it in, cock it back, ride around the block
These niggas call me O.G
Bitch, you as old as me!
Light-speed, I.G., trolls, they don't like me
So I scroll through they page, take cliffnotes, and give 'em that Chris Lightly
Come down off the ledge
Talk to me Chris, don't jump!
Don't-don't-don't-oh, God!
You little niggas don't know who y'all fuckin' with (Fuckin' with)
Oh, it's on
Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)
Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)
Battle rap, I'm the answer
I'm blacker than Jack Panda
It's magic 'cause I'm a savage that's twenty-one
God damn, I'm a fuckin' gun
Public enemy number one, I'm lawless
Word to Flesh-N-Bone let's get carnarvorous
The AK-47 with the cartridges
Banana spit split personalities, both reflections
My third eye is a narcissist
The pen dipped in black void
Wi-Fi for y'all, bitch
I'm rappin' with my eyes closed 'cause I don't need my consciousness
Triple meanings? I crafted it, mastered it
After this, plaster this all over the visual adages
Imagine if the Gram was only a portion of the passages
And then if you look at the two, see the move? Infinite math, bitch
Oooh, oooh (Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh)
Stop-stop the track, let me talk to these niggas
Cars, dash, ion, the smashness
This before the pit
I speak to Kim as a Mastif right before the movie
Make me classless to the masses
I gotta tell my daughters that cha ass ain't cha access
My people seen the lowest of the evils
I got a secret
Every dog scared of momma who momma Momma Madea
Cock-ca-cock-ca-cock back and Shaqisha
Smell it, reverse the science and body it, make it ether
Time's up, timecode
Déjà vu, I'm in effect
Just a fixation, call me J Newt, Oliver Beck
Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)
Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)
Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)
Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)
Shmurda was the case that they gave me (They gave me-they gave me-they gave me)
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