[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'ma 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?
They don't know me... heheh
Carry My Baby Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Tell 'em I'm about to come up out the show
Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go
As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell
Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know
[Bizzy] Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
[Bizzy - over Chorus]
Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck 'em
Let's get this shit started baby
This why I like this shit, it's like this
[Bizzy Bone]
I feel 'em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don't fall baby (hey)
I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby
It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon
Destiny praise God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya
Crack the devil's head (ha ha)
Crack the devil's head; whylin out, pandemonium
Crack the devil's head, whyle out, pandemonium
Official rapper's suspicion, it's like I'm on the podium, podium
Buck the money y'all, yeah
That's the season, that's the season
Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil
They don't rule shit, bullshit, evil won't meet the reaper
Latch gate keeper
They couldn't even tie the laces on Jesus sneakers
Warrior with a speaker
Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong
But when the karma comes back in other physical forms
Tell 'em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up
Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch
So what if I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change
People in physical war, only the Lord is keepin me sane
Above with the grain, in the go-go with the love
With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior Jesus
We never stoppin, tell 'em we never won't tumble but think what they did
They humble about love but love is here
we struggle up over the form for fears
We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer
Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get
Warriors
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God - tell 'em about the... out the show
Carry my baby, tell 'em I'm 'bout to come up out the show
Carry my baby, wherever you need to go
Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go
So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess
Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless
We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now
And ain't no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style
But it'd be realer if you really love me
And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me
Let me convey, baby I ain't no physical game
In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey
Warriors
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God, by the grace of God
Cause we are warriors - by the grace of God
Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to
Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to
Cause we are warriors
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God, and by the grace of God
And by the grace of God, praise Jesus Christ
Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors
Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors
One, in the name, of our lord and savior Jesus Christ
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen
That shit is just rappin what you do
Tell 'em I'm about to come up out the show
Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go
As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell
Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know
[Bizzy] Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
[Bizzy - over Chorus]
Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck 'em
Let's get this shit started baby
This why I like this shit, it's like this
[Bizzy Bone]
I feel 'em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don't fall baby (hey)
I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby
It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon
Destiny praise God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya
Crack the devil's head (ha ha)
Crack the devil's head; whylin out, pandemonium
Crack the devil's head, whyle out, pandemonium
Official rapper's suspicion, it's like I'm on the podium, podium
Buck the money y'all, yeah
That's the season, that's the season
Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil
They don't rule shit, bullshit, evil won't meet the reaper
Latch gate keeper
They couldn't even tie the laces on Jesus sneakers
Warrior with a speaker
Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong
But when the karma comes back in other physical forms
Tell 'em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up
Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch
So what if I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change
People in physical war, only the Lord is keepin me sane
Above with the grain, in the go-go with the love
With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior Jesus
We never stoppin, tell 'em we never won't tumble but think what they did
They humble about love but love is here
we struggle up over the form for fears
We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer
Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get
Warriors
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God - tell 'em about the... out the show
Carry my baby, tell 'em I'm 'bout to come up out the show
Carry my baby, wherever you need to go
Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go
So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess
Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless
We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now
And ain't no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style
But it'd be realer if you really love me
And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me
Let me convey, baby I ain't no physical game
In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey
Warriors
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God, by the grace of God
Cause we are warriors - by the grace of God
Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to
Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to
Cause we are warriors
[Chorus]
[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
By the grace of God, and by the grace of God
And by the grace of God, praise Jesus Christ
Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors
Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors
One, in the name, of our lord and savior Jesus Christ
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen
That shit is just rappin what you do
Hold Me Down Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (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 2X: 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]
Don't fuck around
(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 2X: 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]
Don't fuck around
He Told Me Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (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
that I said they can kiss my ass!
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
that I said they can kiss my ass!
Represent Da One Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Bizzy Bone]
Ohh we represent the one, we represent the one
We are the soldiers, we are the soldiers cuz, 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'ma 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
Praise God, holla back, one
Ohh we represent the one, we represent the one
We are the soldiers, we are the soldiers cuz, 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'ma 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
Praise God, holla back, one
Less Fame Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[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
[repeat above 4X]
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'ma 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
[Chorus]
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
[repeat above 4X]
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'ma 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
[Chorus]
Shake Ya Stick Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy]
Shake, that, shake, that, stick, stick
Whassup lil' son, how you doin baby?
Shake, that, stick
When the faggots try to lust your body, shake that stick, stick
That's my boy right there, yeah, heh
Shake, that, stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, it's really a bitch
I was raised by my papi though, papi though
Shake ya stick
[Bizzy Bone]
In the strip club lookin for a humble young, thang
With a roll of cash money, motherfucker get it quick thug
Ha, 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, heh
Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group
But I was raised by my poppa and my poppa told me trust no two
Straight verily, and in the spiritual form
And only God split so, and the spirit reborn
The 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 ya jalopy, can't even get monopoly
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
Muh'fuckers 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
[Chorus]
That, stick; when the faggots try to lust yo' 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 yo' 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
[Bizzy Bone]
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 atheists, bitch-ass demons, they don't need no atheists
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 roll with the one or these bitches they gonna wreak
Don't sleep 'til the mission complete
I got a treat for the honey and man, honey is sweet
[Chorus]
Yeah, shake yo' stick
And the faggots try to lust yo' 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 yo' body
Surprise baby, it was only a bitch
And I was raised by my papi, tell 'em they'll never win
And they'll get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free
Tell 'em again
[Bizzy Bone]
Shake that stick, shake that stick
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi, ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi
Shake that stick
It's when the faggots try to lust yo' body
Baby surprise, it was really a bitch
Man I was raised by my papi
Tell 'em never, tell 'em di-fff-fff, haha
We just shake, that, stick
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah
Shake, that, stick, stick, shake, yo', stick
[Outro: Bizzy]
Yeah, openin 'em up, openin 'em up, haha
Please believe, you know what it is
You know the rules, shake that stick, stick, stick
Shake, that, stick, stick... stick, shake that
One true God in the house, for sho'
Represent it, confessin with the tongue, you know
You know, what you throwin up, cool
Yeah
Shake, that, shake, that, stick, stick
Whassup lil' son, how you doin baby?
Shake, that, stick
When the faggots try to lust your body, shake that stick, stick
That's my boy right there, yeah, heh
Shake, that, stick
When the faggots try to lust your body
Surprise, it's really a bitch
I was raised by my papi though, papi though
Shake ya stick
[Bizzy Bone]
In the strip club lookin for a humble young, thang
With a roll of cash money, motherfucker get it quick thug
Ha, 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, heh
Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group
But I was raised by my poppa and my poppa told me trust no two
Straight verily, and in the spiritual form
And only God split so, and the spirit reborn
The 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 ya jalopy, can't even get monopoly
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
Muh'fuckers 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
[Chorus]
That, stick; when the faggots try to lust yo' 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 yo' 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
[Bizzy Bone]
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 atheists, bitch-ass demons, they don't need no atheists
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 roll with the one or these bitches they gonna wreak
Don't sleep 'til the mission complete
I got a treat for the honey and man, honey is sweet
[Chorus]
Yeah, shake yo' stick
And the faggots try to lust yo' 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 yo' body
Surprise baby, it was only a bitch
And I was raised by my papi, tell 'em they'll never win
And they'll get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free
Tell 'em again
[Bizzy Bone]
Shake that stick, shake that stick
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi, ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi
Shake that stick
It's when the faggots try to lust yo' body
Baby surprise, it was really a bitch
Man I was raised by my papi
Tell 'em never, tell 'em di-fff-fff, haha
We just shake, that, stick
Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah
Shake, that, stick, stick, shake, yo', stick
[Outro: Bizzy]
Yeah, openin 'em up, openin 'em up, haha
Please believe, you know what it is
You know the rules, shake that stick, stick, stick
Shake, that, stick, stick... stick, shake that
One true God in the house, for sho'
Represent it, confessin with the tongue, you know
You know, what you throwin up, cool
Yeah
All Good Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro]
Yeah, and if I died in your arms tonight
They say just like the Corinthians, you know
Paul wrote he said, "Man I die every day"
Ya know, time movin so fast, youknow'msayin
A day on Earth like a thousand years in heaven
Ya know, dependin on how you livin it's like
Where yo' bread at? Where yo' leather, youknowhatI'msayin?
A lot of motherfuckers out here goin shoppin
and I be tellin people about the West side
and let 'em know what's goin on over there man
Spirits man, it's a spiritual thing
[Bizzy Bone]
How can I make the spirits understand
That I am just not to be tested by the outer man
And everything that we can't comprehend
is not a mystery that God drinks champagne, Moet, share Dom
Baby girl sayin that there's imperial, watchin the tube
Store up the blunt, please don't get it confused
Slurred your speech love or follow the rules, home of the tomb
Shake yo' stick; these playa haters don't know shit
What do you do, when the homeboys try to play you?
Get some new homeboys or just ride as a playa?
When the prayer in the system the Father, the force revolvin
Any problem we can solve it, if we want it then it's ours then
I say the blessings manifested from God
Don't get it twisted, this the Heavenly month
I see these bitches tryin to trick you, they trickly movin quickly
And it's movin to the swiftly - hehe, man it's cool, heh
[Interlude]
Yeah, what if I died tonight?
In your arms, in your arms
What if I died tonight...
It's all good, it's all hood
Oh baby it's on, for sho'
Yeah, you know what it is
One time for your mind pimpin
[Bizzy Bone]
All good, all hood, aw baby it's on
You don't have to worry about your title, it's vital beyond the bone
Believe in the one - in the name of the Father
the Son and the Holy Spirit baby we must confess with our tongues
Play it to give it, I think we fit to havin some fun
Load up some funs, get a cab and baby fuck those guns
[Interlude]
Yeah, what if I died?
What if I died in your arms tonight, arms tonight?
It's like Paul said man, I die every day man
See, it's like a, a day on Earth is a, like a thousand years in Heaven
Youknow'msayin? What if I, what if I died tonight?
What if I...
[Bizzy Bone]
I really don't know what you want me to say
I really don't know what you want me to do
But just get away from here, and only the Lord can guide me
Okay, you don't want me to stay and I can't wait
They say don't turn around cause again, you know what it is
Get away from here, heh heh heh heh, heh
And only the Lord can guide me, can I tell you all?
Do they keep throwin up twos
I will never understand why they do what they do
Go tell 'em they need to get all the freedom
from the normal evil world and take the time
Without whylin out and of course
they gotta watch out when they cast they pearls
That's because I love you, you know that I'm not gonna hurt you
All in, you're never alone, one true soldier
Until the story's over, crossroads, cross toes, hit 'em with a crossbow
Remember baby it's on, and that's because I love you
[Outro]
What if I died in your arms tonight?
What if I died in your arms tonight?
Yeah, what if I, what if I, what if I
Stay out the wonderment with them X's and the Y's and the chromosomes
Real choose, real game for you motherfuckers
Hol-la back, you know how we do it
They say like, a day on Earth is like a thousand years in heaven
Is your grill leveled? Yeah, what if I died?
What if I, what if I, what if I, what if I
Stay out that wonderment I'm tellin you baby
Come up out that tree, don't even trip
Don't even ask no questions, that's what it is
That question mark, y'knowmsayin?
That unknown, man that's where that shit come in
and that shit start gettin broken down to the fullest
Y'know what it is, representatives
We have an aide, we have a path
We have a road that we have taken with this music, with this movement
One true God and we will never betray that
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen
If you don't stand for somethin, ya ass'll fall for anythang
Holla back
What if I - haha I told you quit askin that question man!
Yeah, and if I died in your arms tonight
They say just like the Corinthians, you know
Paul wrote he said, "Man I die every day"
Ya know, time movin so fast, youknow'msayin
A day on Earth like a thousand years in heaven
Ya know, dependin on how you livin it's like
Where yo' bread at? Where yo' leather, youknowhatI'msayin?
A lot of motherfuckers out here goin shoppin
and I be tellin people about the West side
and let 'em know what's goin on over there man
Spirits man, it's a spiritual thing
[Bizzy Bone]
How can I make the spirits understand
That I am just not to be tested by the outer man
And everything that we can't comprehend
is not a mystery that God drinks champagne, Moet, share Dom
Baby girl sayin that there's imperial, watchin the tube
Store up the blunt, please don't get it confused
Slurred your speech love or follow the rules, home of the tomb
Shake yo' stick; these playa haters don't know shit
What do you do, when the homeboys try to play you?
Get some new homeboys or just ride as a playa?
When the prayer in the system the Father, the force revolvin
Any problem we can solve it, if we want it then it's ours then
I say the blessings manifested from God
Don't get it twisted, this the Heavenly month
I see these bitches tryin to trick you, they trickly movin quickly
And it's movin to the swiftly - hehe, man it's cool, heh
[Interlude]
Yeah, what if I died tonight?
In your arms, in your arms
What if I died tonight...
It's all good, it's all hood
Oh baby it's on, for sho'
Yeah, you know what it is
One time for your mind pimpin
[Bizzy Bone]
All good, all hood, aw baby it's on
You don't have to worry about your title, it's vital beyond the bone
Believe in the one - in the name of the Father
the Son and the Holy Spirit baby we must confess with our tongues
Play it to give it, I think we fit to havin some fun
Load up some funs, get a cab and baby fuck those guns
[Interlude]
Yeah, what if I died?
What if I died in your arms tonight, arms tonight?
It's like Paul said man, I die every day man
See, it's like a, a day on Earth is a, like a thousand years in Heaven
Youknow'msayin? What if I, what if I died tonight?
What if I...
[Bizzy Bone]
I really don't know what you want me to say
I really don't know what you want me to do
But just get away from here, and only the Lord can guide me
Okay, you don't want me to stay and I can't wait
They say don't turn around cause again, you know what it is
Get away from here, heh heh heh heh, heh
And only the Lord can guide me, can I tell you all?
Do they keep throwin up twos
I will never understand why they do what they do
Go tell 'em they need to get all the freedom
from the normal evil world and take the time
Without whylin out and of course
they gotta watch out when they cast they pearls
That's because I love you, you know that I'm not gonna hurt you
All in, you're never alone, one true soldier
Until the story's over, crossroads, cross toes, hit 'em with a crossbow
Remember baby it's on, and that's because I love you
[Outro]
What if I died in your arms tonight?
What if I died in your arms tonight?
Yeah, what if I, what if I, what if I
Stay out the wonderment with them X's and the Y's and the chromosomes
Real choose, real game for you motherfuckers
Hol-la back, you know how we do it
They say like, a day on Earth is like a thousand years in heaven
Is your grill leveled? Yeah, what if I died?
What if I, what if I, what if I, what if I
Stay out that wonderment I'm tellin you baby
Come up out that tree, don't even trip
Don't even ask no questions, that's what it is
That question mark, y'knowmsayin?
That unknown, man that's where that shit come in
and that shit start gettin broken down to the fullest
Y'know what it is, representatives
We have an aide, we have a path
We have a road that we have taken with this music, with this movement
One true God and we will never betray that
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen
If you don't stand for somethin, ya ass'll fall for anythang
Holla back
What if I - haha I told you quit askin that question man!
Stress Builds Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (feat. 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?
'cause 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
rap hustle
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?
'cause 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
rap hustle
Try Hustle Me Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
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Weed Song Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (feat. Prince Rasu & Capo)
[Bizzy Bone]
You know we gotta have a weed song!
ooh
well they always got a weed song, luv it when my families high/
i know a few of you got issues 'cause 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/
street verse 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!
Get Money!, Get Money!
You know we gotta have a weed song!
ooh
well they always got a weed song, luv it when my families high/
i know a few of you got issues 'cause 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/
street verse 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!
Get Money!, Get Money!
Head To The Ground Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (feat. Layzie Bone)
[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]
[Layzie 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
to tha ground
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]
[Layzie 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
to tha ground
Satan's Disciples Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[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]
The triple six rival (The triple six rival) They are Satan's disciple (They are Satan's disciple) The triple six rival (The triple six rival) They are Satan's disciple (They are Satan's disciple) Satan's disciple/ Satan, satan they are coming to get us (C'mon) And if we don't pray/ We pray, we pray, we pray, we pray/ And we pray, and we pray/ Who do you stand for? Who do you stand for? The first one that comes to your mind is probably some evil (Evil) My people will get you every time (We're runnin' out of time) We're running from Satan (Satan) We're still running from Satan disciples/ Running from Satan (Running from Satan.) We're still running from Satan disciples/ Me gotsta chase is on (Running from Satan...) Me gotsta chase is on (Me gotsta chase is on) Me gotsta chase is on/ Running from Satan (Me gotsta chase is on) Me gotsta chase is on (Me gotsta chase is on) He can come in the form of drug or he can come in the form of blood/ Maybe he comes as slugs, but he surely coming to get us (Oh!) And he can come in the form of blood, and he can come in the form of drugs/ False prophets, prophets/ I still smell profit (Oh, whoa!) Running from Satan, satan/ Satan's disciple (Satan, satan, better known as satan...) Light of my Lord to shine through and he will go straight through you (You are transparent) I see satan's disciple, runnin' from satan's disciple/ He will be coming for you, he will be coming for you/ Cause he can come in the form of drug (in the form of drug) and he can come in the form of love (in the form of love) but he's satan's disciple (Still satan's disciple) He's still satan's disciple (He's still satan's disciple) We are human, so we materialize (Materialize) but satan can never materialize/ Human (Human...) Like my Grandmother said, human beings (We're runnin' from satan, satan) From satan's disciples (satan) cause he's coming to get us (satan) the triple six rival, rival (satan) Satan's disciple (Six six six...) he's coming to get us/ My gots to chase is on, chase is on (Seven, seven, seven...) satan's disciples (From all around the world) satan's disciples/ Better known, better known... to my pump I'm hanging on
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]
The triple six rival (The triple six rival) They are Satan's disciple (They are Satan's disciple) The triple six rival (The triple six rival) They are Satan's disciple (They are Satan's disciple) Satan's disciple/ Satan, satan they are coming to get us (C'mon) And if we don't pray/ We pray, we pray, we pray, we pray/ And we pray, and we pray/ Who do you stand for? Who do you stand for? The first one that comes to your mind is probably some evil (Evil) My people will get you every time (We're runnin' out of time) We're running from Satan (Satan) We're still running from Satan disciples/ Running from Satan (Running from Satan.) We're still running from Satan disciples/ Me gotsta chase is on (Running from Satan...) Me gotsta chase is on (Me gotsta chase is on) Me gotsta chase is on/ Running from Satan (Me gotsta chase is on) Me gotsta chase is on (Me gotsta chase is on) He can come in the form of drug or he can come in the form of blood/ Maybe he comes as slugs, but he surely coming to get us (Oh!) And he can come in the form of blood, and he can come in the form of drugs/ False prophets, prophets/ I still smell profit (Oh, whoa!) Running from Satan, satan/ Satan's disciple (Satan, satan, better known as satan...) Light of my Lord to shine through and he will go straight through you (You are transparent) I see satan's disciple, runnin' from satan's disciple/ He will be coming for you, he will be coming for you/ Cause he can come in the form of drug (in the form of drug) and he can come in the form of love (in the form of love) but he's satan's disciple (Still satan's disciple) He's still satan's disciple (He's still satan's disciple) We are human, so we materialize (Materialize) but satan can never materialize/ Human (Human...) Like my Grandmother said, human beings (We're runnin' from satan, satan) From satan's disciples (satan) cause he's coming to get us (satan) the triple six rival, rival (satan) Satan's disciple (Six six six...) he's coming to get us/ My gots to chase is on, chase is on (Seven, seven, seven...) satan's disciples (From all around the world) satan's disciples/ Better known, better known... to my pump I'm hanging on
Feelin' Lovely Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Ya, its goin down. 7th Sign Film slash Records in full mothafuckin effect (Yes sir). Please believe it nigga. Bizzy 'The Kid' The Midwest Cowboy.
[Bizzy Bone:]
Sippin bubbly, feelin' lovely
Bizzy smokin' sticky icky and in every city my niggas rollin' with me, strapped up on me
Ya heard I got kicked out of Bone Thugs N Harmony, what ya thinkin? I'm a soldier, survive the ugly
Don't come around me if you askin' for money, I ain't got it
You know, I just got out of jail (What?)
They put together my bail, and I'm still runnin' from the Po-po
Ridin' with the top down, top down
Purple Craze makin' my mind shift
Hittin' switches and let the six fo' drop down, drop down
Jealous niggas callin' me a son of a (Whoo!)
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
And I've been runnin from the police, all week
We've been drinkin and smokin, rollin them Swisha Sweets
When we get up in the club, they tell us to leave
Theres somethin about that liquor that makes you see enemies (Who is that?)
My body love drinkin Hennessy, adrenaline pumpin I'm Thuggish Ruggish with energy
Heaven is where we wanna be, and money is what we wanna see (Wanna see...)
[Bizzy Bone:]
I got the bullets that'll move ya body body
Put em in the gangsta like hasta la vista I'm ghettolike Aste Poomantie
Has evil dog, let's tie him on the wall, "Hail Cesar" walk through here with the gasoline jacket snatch it the reepa
Gotta go go, fresh out the county steady as we roll
All of my niggas are dead, I'll be sequestered by the Feds
Let me know, what they say
Enemies sleepin in my bed, it was written by my Bishop with vision in my head
Hey, let me see you left march, do it to death charge
I can feel the vision with my company in red
Let me know what they said cause they fake like they my friends, its the jealousy in men, and the zealousness in women, you can tell em once again, ah
My people winnin you can choke and (?) until you see my squeezer spinnin
And got the ski's, feelin the breeze
And make her weak in the knees, I mean literally
I make her weak at the knees
[Chorus]
Ya, its goin down. 7th Sign Film slash Records in full mothafuckin effect (Yes sir). Please believe it nigga. Bizzy 'The Kid' The Midwest Cowboy.
[Bizzy Bone:]
Sippin bubbly, feelin' lovely
Bizzy smokin' sticky icky and in every city my niggas rollin' with me, strapped up on me
Ya heard I got kicked out of Bone Thugs N Harmony, what ya thinkin? I'm a soldier, survive the ugly
Don't come around me if you askin' for money, I ain't got it
You know, I just got out of jail (What?)
They put together my bail, and I'm still runnin' from the Po-po
Ridin' with the top down, top down
Purple Craze makin' my mind shift
Hittin' switches and let the six fo' drop down, drop down
Jealous niggas callin' me a son of a (Whoo!)
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
And I've been runnin from the police, all week
We've been drinkin and smokin, rollin them Swisha Sweets
When we get up in the club, they tell us to leave
Theres somethin about that liquor that makes you see enemies (Who is that?)
My body love drinkin Hennessy, adrenaline pumpin I'm Thuggish Ruggish with energy
Heaven is where we wanna be, and money is what we wanna see (Wanna see...)
[Bizzy Bone:]
I got the bullets that'll move ya body body
Put em in the gangsta like hasta la vista I'm ghettolike Aste Poomantie
Has evil dog, let's tie him on the wall, "Hail Cesar" walk through here with the gasoline jacket snatch it the reepa
Gotta go go, fresh out the county steady as we roll
All of my niggas are dead, I'll be sequestered by the Feds
Let me know, what they say
Enemies sleepin in my bed, it was written by my Bishop with vision in my head
Hey, let me see you left march, do it to death charge
I can feel the vision with my company in red
Let me know what they said cause they fake like they my friends, its the jealousy in men, and the zealousness in women, you can tell em once again, ah
My people winnin you can choke and (?) until you see my squeezer spinnin
And got the ski's, feelin the breeze
And make her weak in the knees, I mean literally
I make her weak at the knees
[Chorus]
Hellafied Game Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
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
[chorus plays background]
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 but (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
and be fuckin with brothers
another one bites the dust
stick em up, pickin and kickin em up
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 sunny and dunny a money in one of you
in seconds no time to waste, that talking, it'll get your face, criminal action, catch a case
minimal passion when he was mashing
could my people really be laughing
paying attention to what he was saying to keep from crashing (baby)
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 father said always catch em'
[Hook:]
It's a hellafied game, to hell if I fall
Pray everyday I hope my memories is still what you see
the hell if i know it I wanna be here everyday im gonna miss everybody
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within [x4]
(I only trust god)
Only put trust in god
never the one to dodge
up 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 i 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 raunchy and he got the look
[Hook]
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 celly they callin me 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 test it 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
i'ma rap till be killed maneuver the benz they see me dead on one still 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 god's 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 aching a rush
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
the hell if i know it I wanna be here everyday im gonna miss everybody
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
[chorus plays background]
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 but (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
and be fuckin with brothers
another one bites the dust
stick em up, pickin and kickin em up
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 sunny and dunny a money in one of you
in seconds no time to waste, that talking, it'll get your face, criminal action, catch a case
minimal passion when he was mashing
could my people really be laughing
paying attention to what he was saying to keep from crashing (baby)
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 father said always catch em'
[Hook:]
It's a hellafied game, to hell if I fall
Pray everyday I hope my memories is still what you see
the hell if i know it I wanna be here everyday im gonna miss everybody
What about your friends
My enemies seem to be creeping deep within [x4]
(I only trust god)
Only put trust in god
never the one to dodge
up 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 i 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 raunchy and he got the look
[Hook]
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 celly they callin me 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 test it 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
i'ma rap till be killed maneuver the benz they see me dead on one still 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 god's 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 aching a rush
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
the hell if i know it I wanna be here everyday im gonna miss everybody
Hit The Reefah Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
(Hit the reefah, hit the reefah)
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they love me, they don't want me, they want me, they don't love me
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they love me, they don't want
Me, they want me, they don't love me And so I hit
The reefah take my mind away
Everybodys watchin me when the cops come, niggas is scattered runnin
Around till they shot one
Niggas get picked with the hot ones
I don't know too many niggas talking
About they ain't got one
They walkin around fucked
Up, havin they mash on, whatever whatever
(Whatever whatever dog) they don't know anybody
Without blastin
The shits gets real, up up in the
Field, enemies get killed
Little kids get (Dada)
Caught up in the crossfire, but it's wide up still
Shoot em up shoot em up put em up I'm curious
(Just...) Just to believe in god it's so unworthy
Us, worthy us, hurry up, before they bury us...
(Who) Who told you that you just should go? Hit
The reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for
Bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they
Love me, they don't want me, they want me, they
Don't love me
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they love me, they don't want me, they want
Me, they don't love me The force of more horses
Met em all through famine somebody torched the
Land and revelations of course
Look at these lost
Prophets and imposters candidate mantle
Bless the shrine, trottin with my hoo wap bly
We're from east 99, east 9 times runnin now, gunnin now
Satan's comin so me no survivors why we refuse to repute
Scream with a vengeance, our sins'll make
You plummet, the chase is on
Venomous brandish my manic, manage demand it, devil damn it
They tossed to chase is gone, I'm plottin on my body
Rottin it's on be lost in bondage and I hope you
Reach the promise land and all
Not the earth like
All of ya'll before, rewind
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they love me, they don't want me, they want me, they don't love me
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they love me, they don't want
Me, they want me, they don't love me And so I hit
The reefah take my mind away
Everybodys watchin me when the cops come, niggas is scattered runnin
Around till they shot one
Niggas get picked with the hot ones
I don't know too many niggas talking
About they ain't got one
They walkin around fucked
Up, havin they mash on, whatever whatever
(Whatever whatever dog) they don't know anybody
Without blastin
The shits gets real, up up in the
Field, enemies get killed
Little kids get (Dada)
Caught up in the crossfire, but it's wide up still
Shoot em up shoot em up put em up I'm curious
(Just...) Just to believe in god it's so unworthy
Us, worthy us, hurry up, before they bury us...
(Who) Who told you that you just should go? Hit
The reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for
Bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they
Love me, they don't want me, they want me, they
Don't love me
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Life struggles for bloody money, cold cash, won't last
Hit the reefah, take my mind away
Fucked up game they love me, they don't want me, they want
Me, they don't love me The force of more horses
Met em all through famine somebody torched the
Land and revelations of course
Look at these lost
Prophets and imposters candidate mantle
Bless the shrine, trottin with my hoo wap bly
We're from east 99, east 9 times runnin now, gunnin now
Satan's comin so me no survivors why we refuse to repute
Scream with a vengeance, our sins'll make
You plummet, the chase is on
Venomous brandish my manic, manage demand it, devil damn it
They tossed to chase is gone, I'm plottin on my body
Rottin it's on be lost in bondage and I hope you
Reach the promise land and all
Not the earth like
All of ya'll before, rewind
? Do We Die And Prayer Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
No ones thinkins bout our babies, everybodys actin shaady..
and why...do we die
(everybody want a piece of the pie)
tell me why... do we die
(no ones thinkin bou our babies)
and why.. do we die
tell my why...do we die
(everybody want a piece of the pie)
Yeah, and around, and around we go
and we pray on our knees, and these are the precious things we bring to the world; dont cry, dont u go asking "why?" dont u go by and dont u ride by my side, girl u roll in a world, sugar right (right)
Back in the days when little lay and all the bones we got 2 scrapping 4 pay sometimes i miss when we was kids and now since ninety five back when easy died of the h-i-v oh wat a disease and what a tragic time
bone bone bone fo sho u hear me and see me, clearly u feel me, if i could do it again i wouldnt and the shit got me teary remember Lake Erie i told ya'll i'll be there and it hurt if I recall and around and around we go
Why...do we die
tell me why...do we die
and why...do we die.... do we die...
and why...do we die
tell me why...do we die
gotta take it easy...
and we pray on our knees [x6]
she dont love you i can tell ya he dont love ya he would sell u out in a minute in a minute god will bail you out get it and to the weed heads before u get it life aint easy,(sometimes) sometimes i just dont get it, its so coldits so cold
i just cant (i just cant, i just cant) man dont u feel me do u feel
it tellin all my people if i never did it, remember the way we used to play now all that i can say
and around, and around we go...
And why...do we die
(and around and around we go)
Tell me why...do we die... do we die
(and around and around we go)
And why...do we die
(and around and around we go)
Tell me why...do we die
now a days everybody wants a piece of pie people now a days are so shady noones think about our babies how many friends will we c cry how many friends will u c die how many prisoners that u know its craazy
yeaaah... yeaaah....... yeahh...
[PRAYER]
[background: Na Nana Nana Naaaa Na na naaaaaa]
Dog, when im standin up here and lookin at u and now... somethin tell me u aint in it.. and somethin tell me dat, this is just.. all u left.. this is how, this is how i talk to you.. this is all u left here 4 me 2 talk 2.. i know u watchin me nigga.. i know u luv me nigga.. i can imagine all ya.. rain, kare, i imagine all ya, smokin weed and drinkin, not disrespectin nobody, just smokin weed and drinkin.. wit good hearts, changed hearts.. shit.. i thank ya'll.. i thank ya'll 4 hearin my prayers.. taking care of me a and watching me man, watching my mom man, charles remember we used 2 ride by my moms house? 2 the point where a nigga, i'dnt even hav 2 tell u nigga if u was drivin 2 drive by my moms house u wud just automatically ride by my moms house nigga i love u.. i swear 2 god i love you.. i'll never 4get that shit.. i know u still ridin by my moms house nigga.. and rain nigga we got close there in the end diggy-didnt, ya niggaz dont understand, my niggas dont know only my niggaz that pay attention 2 me know, u know what im sayin but we got close nigga, 4 a minute u know what im saying the shit u did, u knew u had 2 pay 4 wat u did, u told me.. u know wat im sayin we was on 2 different worlds, but 4 a minute we got trapped nigga, we got trapped 2gethr nigga and i want u 2 kno i heard every word nigga, every motherfuckin word nigga. and i got u 'cause.. i got u..
and why...do we die
(everybody want a piece of the pie)
tell me why... do we die
(no ones thinkin bou our babies)
and why.. do we die
tell my why...do we die
(everybody want a piece of the pie)
Yeah, and around, and around we go
and we pray on our knees, and these are the precious things we bring to the world; dont cry, dont u go asking "why?" dont u go by and dont u ride by my side, girl u roll in a world, sugar right (right)
Back in the days when little lay and all the bones we got 2 scrapping 4 pay sometimes i miss when we was kids and now since ninety five back when easy died of the h-i-v oh wat a disease and what a tragic time
bone bone bone fo sho u hear me and see me, clearly u feel me, if i could do it again i wouldnt and the shit got me teary remember Lake Erie i told ya'll i'll be there and it hurt if I recall and around and around we go
Why...do we die
tell me why...do we die
and why...do we die.... do we die...
and why...do we die
tell me why...do we die
gotta take it easy...
and we pray on our knees [x6]
she dont love you i can tell ya he dont love ya he would sell u out in a minute in a minute god will bail you out get it and to the weed heads before u get it life aint easy,(sometimes) sometimes i just dont get it, its so coldits so cold
i just cant (i just cant, i just cant) man dont u feel me do u feel
it tellin all my people if i never did it, remember the way we used to play now all that i can say
and around, and around we go...
And why...do we die
(and around and around we go)
Tell me why...do we die... do we die
(and around and around we go)
And why...do we die
(and around and around we go)
Tell me why...do we die
now a days everybody wants a piece of pie people now a days are so shady noones think about our babies how many friends will we c cry how many friends will u c die how many prisoners that u know its craazy
yeaaah... yeaaah....... yeahh...
[PRAYER]
[background: Na Nana Nana Naaaa Na na naaaaaa]
Dog, when im standin up here and lookin at u and now... somethin tell me u aint in it.. and somethin tell me dat, this is just.. all u left.. this is how, this is how i talk to you.. this is all u left here 4 me 2 talk 2.. i know u watchin me nigga.. i know u luv me nigga.. i can imagine all ya.. rain, kare, i imagine all ya, smokin weed and drinkin, not disrespectin nobody, just smokin weed and drinkin.. wit good hearts, changed hearts.. shit.. i thank ya'll.. i thank ya'll 4 hearin my prayers.. taking care of me a and watching me man, watching my mom man, charles remember we used 2 ride by my moms house? 2 the point where a nigga, i'dnt even hav 2 tell u nigga if u was drivin 2 drive by my moms house u wud just automatically ride by my moms house nigga i love u.. i swear 2 god i love you.. i'll never 4get that shit.. i know u still ridin by my moms house nigga.. and rain nigga we got close there in the end diggy-didnt, ya niggaz dont understand, my niggas dont know only my niggaz that pay attention 2 me know, u know what im sayin but we got close nigga, 4 a minute u know what im saying the shit u did, u knew u had 2 pay 4 wat u did, u told me.. u know wat im sayin we was on 2 different worlds, but 4 a minute we got trapped nigga, we got trapped 2gethr nigga and i want u 2 kno i heard every word nigga, every motherfuckin word nigga. and i got u 'cause.. i got u..
Not Afraid Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
Yeah
Studio rap productions (this is how we ride)
Uh (and this is how we ride, seventh sign)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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)
Studio rap productions (this is how we ride)
Uh (and this is how we ride, seventh sign)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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)
Died 4 U Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus 'til fade]
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)
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)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus 'til fade]
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)
Murdah Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
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
[Bizzy Bone]
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."
[Chorus]
-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
[Chorus]
[Josiah Rasu]
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
[Chorus]
[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
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
gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see
[Chorus]
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
[Bizzy Bone]
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."
[Chorus]
-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
[Chorus]
[Josiah Rasu]
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
[Chorus]
[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
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
gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see
[Chorus]
Capo Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
[gun cocked and a gunshot]
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
Like the way we rock it? Yeah, bitch! [police sirens]
[gun cocked and a gunshot]
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
Like the way we rock it? Yeah, bitch! [police sirens]
Tha Streets Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
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
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus]
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
[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
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
[Chorus]
[Prince Rasu]
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
back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever
[Chorus]
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
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus]
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
[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
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
[Chorus]
[Prince Rasu]
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
back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever
[Chorus]
My Niggaz Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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!
[Chorus]
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's do this baby
Please believe it
Another studio rap (seventh sign) production
(You know how it goes) all the time baby
Yeah, hmmm
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 3]
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!
[Chorus]
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)
Thug World Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
I Understand Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
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
War
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
I've returned, I've returned
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
War
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
I've returned, I've returned
We Play Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
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)
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)
Thats how we play...
[Bizzy Bone]
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…
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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…
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
can swallow…
[Chorus]
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)
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)
Thats how we play...
[Bizzy Bone]
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…
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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…
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
can swallow…
[Chorus]
All In Togehter Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
(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.
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
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
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
"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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
medley, love me "Let's be friends, let's be friends"
[Chorus]
(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.
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
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
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
"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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
medley, love me "Let's be friends, let's be friends"
[Chorus]
Everywhere I Go Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Big B-Intro]
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.
[Bizzy Bone-(Big B)-Chorus]
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)
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
Wesley Snipes stabbed Chris/ I been feelin this way about Beyoncé, every broad that I name hey
[Chorus]
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.
[Bizzy Bone-(Big B)-Chorus]
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)
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
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
Wesley Snipes stabbed Chris/ I been feelin this way about Beyoncé, every broad that I name hey
[Chorus]
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