Ridin In The Streets Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (feat. Layzie Bone, Mr. Criminal)
[Chorus]
Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Just ridin', ridin'...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
Just, just, just...
I'm just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
[Bizzy]
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me some love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't
What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous
We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
And heavenly Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be found
But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns
And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin'
Look at the war and here it come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending
Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches
Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though
Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair
Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well
I'm from the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, will settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid
The best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed
[Hook]
How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly
And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), the Lord know's I'm not ugly
Heavenly father you are the best, one time...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
[Chorus]
Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
[Layzie]
I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it
Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets
Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid
Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's
Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky
My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga
No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse
Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source
If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
And if rap was a study, you would need you a course
I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin'
They bitches want to listen to it
But they gotta be true with it
Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it
It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth gettin' through it
I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place
[Chorus]
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...
[Mr. Criminal]
I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets
Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis
That's creased, windows down, system on blast
Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog
I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police
The homi's say watch my back for enemies
Touch your back, the hennesey stay (?) my remedy
Catch me dippin' through the streets
Givin' a fuck, runnin' them stoplights
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin' white walls
And as soon as night falls
I let them hundred spokes crawl
Straight dippin' through the city
With my rider's and dogs
It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down
With the homi's from Bone Thugs
And these hater's get flossed on
These bitches get no love
[Chorus]
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...
Crime lab productions...
Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Just ridin', ridin'...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
Just, just, just...
I'm just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
[Bizzy]
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me some love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't
What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous
We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
And heavenly Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be found
But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns
And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin'
Look at the war and here it come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending
Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches
Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though
Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair
Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well
I'm from the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, will settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid
The best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed
[Hook]
How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly
And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), the Lord know's I'm not ugly
Heavenly father you are the best, one time...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man
[Chorus]
Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
[Layzie]
I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it
Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets
Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid
Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's
Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky
My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga
No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse
Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source
If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
And if rap was a study, you would need you a course
I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin'
They bitches want to listen to it
But they gotta be true with it
Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it
It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth gettin' through it
I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place
[Chorus]
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...
[Mr. Criminal]
I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets
Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis
That's creased, windows down, system on blast
Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog
I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police
The homi's say watch my back for enemies
Touch your back, the hennesey stay (?) my remedy
Catch me dippin' through the streets
Givin' a fuck, runnin' them stoplights
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin' white walls
And as soon as night falls
I let them hundred spokes crawl
Straight dippin' through the city
With my rider's and dogs
It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down
With the homi's from Bone Thugs
And these hater's get flossed on
These bitches get no love
[Chorus]
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...
Crime lab productions...
When We Ride Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (feat. Mr. Criminal)
[Intro]
You know what it is baby
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment (we ride, we ride)
Bizzy Bone in the building, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
(We be ridin' never cause anything...)
Mr. Criminal shots out of love
We ride...
[Hook]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Bizzy Bone]
In another I'm seein' the homi
Tellin' you jump on up in the ride
The bottles of wine
You didn't be prophesized
And I'm feelin' your vibe
I'm feelin' the tribe
That's up in Cleveland
Them Bone Thugs that's my family
The reason for the season
It don't leave 'em cause that's my family
[Mr. Criminal]
And the H-P-G's my family
We about to blow up
You just wait and see
Patiently, I've been waitin' "G"
Hop in the lowrider
Come escape with me
In a '63 clean Chevrolet Classic
Rollin' down the boulevard
Flossin' in the masses
Eyes blood shot
So I roll up with my glasses
From the West Coast
Where we turn it into ashes
[Bizzy Bone]
Everybody on the West Side
My papito, mamacita in the barrio
Tequila my amigo
Never disrespect you
You know I respect you, that's for sure
In the name of the Father
The Son
And the Holy Spirit
Praise the Lord
Now let us ride
[Hook]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Mr. Criminal]
It's Mr. Criminal gone
Takin' hits from the bong
Head to (?) it's on
You better leave it alone
Do a show state to state
And I'm finally back home
Hooked up with a homeboy
Bizzy from Bone
And we finally clicked up
When we're doin' them things
Cause Bone Thug, Hi Power stay true to the game
Give the world another uncut hit of the bang
Bizzy Bone, Mr. Criminal spittin' the flame
Stay smokin' on "J"
And I'm feelin' divine
Turn it up when your downtown
Rollin' your ride
Windows up, hotboxed
And I'm feelin' the vibe
Pass it to the homi Bizzy
Watch 'em rip it with thai
[Bizzy Bone]
Little Bizzy the Kid
They better know what it is
And get a hold of your kids
You better put in your bid
You better put in your dibs
And never look into the criminal biz
You gotta be in it to win it
Sinnin' is treacherous and dangerous
But it ain't with the program
And slow jam feelin' that shit
Feelin' that shit
Wheelin' that wheel
Feelin' that shit
Come in another respective
Recollective were the past we missed it
My family, I'm left out on my damn knee
But I've got God
Tell 'em better get up
'Fore they come and try to get 'em gotta pay them
When I'm on them on a mission better listen
Passed away, and that's the way we play
Nigga go, go grab your fo'-fo'
Better go get 'em
Criminal did 'em
One big fam, bam my man
You know that you got to feel 'em
One time...
[Hook]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Bizzy Bone]
Put your hands in the air like this, like this
And put your finger in the air like that, like that
Yeah, yeah
Everybody on the West Side
Everybody on the West Side
Put your finger in the air
And wave it like you don't care [laughs]
And wave it like you don't care
Put your finger in the air
And wave it like you don't care
[Outro]
The homi Bizzy bone
And the homi Mr. Criminal
The homi Bizzy bone
And the homi Mr. Criminal
When we ride...
You know what it is baby
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment (we ride, we ride)
Bizzy Bone in the building, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
(We be ridin' never cause anything...)
Mr. Criminal shots out of love
We ride...
[Hook]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Bizzy Bone]
In another I'm seein' the homi
Tellin' you jump on up in the ride
The bottles of wine
You didn't be prophesized
And I'm feelin' your vibe
I'm feelin' the tribe
That's up in Cleveland
Them Bone Thugs that's my family
The reason for the season
It don't leave 'em cause that's my family
[Mr. Criminal]
And the H-P-G's my family
We about to blow up
You just wait and see
Patiently, I've been waitin' "G"
Hop in the lowrider
Come escape with me
In a '63 clean Chevrolet Classic
Rollin' down the boulevard
Flossin' in the masses
Eyes blood shot
So I roll up with my glasses
From the West Coast
Where we turn it into ashes
[Bizzy Bone]
Everybody on the West Side
My papito, mamacita in the barrio
Tequila my amigo
Never disrespect you
You know I respect you, that's for sure
In the name of the Father
The Son
And the Holy Spirit
Praise the Lord
Now let us ride
[Hook]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Mr. Criminal]
It's Mr. Criminal gone
Takin' hits from the bong
Head to (?) it's on
You better leave it alone
Do a show state to state
And I'm finally back home
Hooked up with a homeboy
Bizzy from Bone
And we finally clicked up
When we're doin' them things
Cause Bone Thug, Hi Power stay true to the game
Give the world another uncut hit of the bang
Bizzy Bone, Mr. Criminal spittin' the flame
Stay smokin' on "J"
And I'm feelin' divine
Turn it up when your downtown
Rollin' your ride
Windows up, hotboxed
And I'm feelin' the vibe
Pass it to the homi Bizzy
Watch 'em rip it with thai
[Bizzy Bone]
Little Bizzy the Kid
They better know what it is
And get a hold of your kids
You better put in your bid
You better put in your dibs
And never look into the criminal biz
You gotta be in it to win it
Sinnin' is treacherous and dangerous
But it ain't with the program
And slow jam feelin' that shit
Feelin' that shit
Wheelin' that wheel
Feelin' that shit
Come in another respective
Recollective were the past we missed it
My family, I'm left out on my damn knee
But I've got God
Tell 'em better get up
'Fore they come and try to get 'em gotta pay them
When I'm on them on a mission better listen
Passed away, and that's the way we play
Nigga go, go grab your fo'-fo'
Better go get 'em
Criminal did 'em
One big fam, bam my man
You know that you got to feel 'em
One time...
[Hook]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride
[Bizzy Bone]
Put your hands in the air like this, like this
And put your finger in the air like that, like that
Yeah, yeah
Everybody on the West Side
Everybody on the West Side
Put your finger in the air
And wave it like you don't care [laughs]
And wave it like you don't care
Put your finger in the air
And wave it like you don't care
[Outro]
The homi Bizzy bone
And the homi Mr. Criminal
The homi Bizzy bone
And the homi Mr. Criminal
When we ride...
Get Ya, Get Ya Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll that blunt (yeah)
Give me another toke homie
We ridin, pimp
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David
And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha
[Bizzy Bone]
Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come
Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
better get rid of whatever you need
You better go get it remember to plant that seed
While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it
I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
Runnin from the spiritual po-po
Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either
So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Don't burn...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll that blunt (yeah)
Give me another toke homie
We ridin, pimp
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David
And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha
[Bizzy Bone]
Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come
Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
better get rid of whatever you need
You better go get it remember to plant that seed
While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it
I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
Runnin from the spiritual po-po
Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either
So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Don't burn...
Feel My Soul Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy]
The Lord can feel my soul, we are never alone
Bone smokin sticks and stones
Words can never hurt me, have no evil
Where do we go from here? The Lord, the Lord
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
The Lord can feel my soul, we are never alone
Bone smokin sticks and stones (words can never hurt me)
Words can never hurt me, have no evil
Where do we go from here? Wherever if baby
[Bizzy Bone]
Let nothin break your loyalty cause loyalty be royalty
Gather up your people we be congregatin, toiling
Soiling, diggin deeper watchin the speaker
Righteousness, tender hearted temperature boiling
Humble me, words written feedin the hun-g-ry
Christ Jesus, I be preachin your name certainly
Bumbling and stumbling baby we still comin
Harmony army sent you, from the land mothering
Brotherly, Heavenly Father tryna help 'em
Smother me in your mercies, render my everything
Tenderly, baby remember me?
I said it's plenty B wherever you go, September, G
Hellified, tell the truth, don't lie
I don't have the luxury to play I must provide
Melody, border of my musicianary missionary
Never no status, we positionary
Heavenly Christ Jesus, son of the father
Shed blood for my people, respect it and you can call me
Definitely, if not him? Pssh, better be
A little somethin for you to remember me
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Baby we gotta get 'em, helpin 'em out now
Some way, some motherfuckin how
Through the court trial, people sentence me and I smile
On lockdown, lettin me out like wow
It's only one, spirituality to feelin the rock crowds
Peepin me, I never put the top down
Shootin at me, find the fountain top of the mountain (chow)
No adultury, bravery is the sacrifice in Jesus Christ
Yessss - and he came in the flesh
And yes he paid the price, just like war say
When I read it, you know I got excited
David is the Psalm red, I feel so invited
Gatherin the family tell 'em I love 'em, they remember me
Heavenly, smokin in, carry that
Knowin me, journey past blasphemy
Baby tried to capture me, honor mommy and daddy - only one
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Pray daddy not mad at me, they tryna tear us apart
They put they hands on me, will you bless me? I'm from the heart
Little Bryon baby, love everybody I'm around
Payin attention baby, even even if you down
And the frown on, and turn it upside down
You put the smile up, I move on fast real quick, real quick
In the weapons of the mind real slick
Now give me grace and peace
Praise the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit
Increase the beast survive, your relatives and tribe
As long as you spiritual, you always alive
By the bloodshed in Jesus Christ, I truly thank you
I'm livin in vain times, I love and I'm truly thankful
I'm never alone and I think about you
I don't have to worry, I'm alone and I sing about you
So as we here to greet our brothers with the spiritual kiss
Let us be stiff fast and Heavenly rain, give me your wrist...
The Lord can feel my soul, we are never alone
Bone smokin sticks and stones
Words can never hurt me, have no evil
Where do we go from here? The Lord, the Lord
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
The Lord can feel my soul, we are never alone
Bone smokin sticks and stones (words can never hurt me)
Words can never hurt me, have no evil
Where do we go from here? Wherever if baby
[Bizzy Bone]
Let nothin break your loyalty cause loyalty be royalty
Gather up your people we be congregatin, toiling
Soiling, diggin deeper watchin the speaker
Righteousness, tender hearted temperature boiling
Humble me, words written feedin the hun-g-ry
Christ Jesus, I be preachin your name certainly
Bumbling and stumbling baby we still comin
Harmony army sent you, from the land mothering
Brotherly, Heavenly Father tryna help 'em
Smother me in your mercies, render my everything
Tenderly, baby remember me?
I said it's plenty B wherever you go, September, G
Hellified, tell the truth, don't lie
I don't have the luxury to play I must provide
Melody, border of my musicianary missionary
Never no status, we positionary
Heavenly Christ Jesus, son of the father
Shed blood for my people, respect it and you can call me
Definitely, if not him? Pssh, better be
A little somethin for you to remember me
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Baby we gotta get 'em, helpin 'em out now
Some way, some motherfuckin how
Through the court trial, people sentence me and I smile
On lockdown, lettin me out like wow
It's only one, spirituality to feelin the rock crowds
Peepin me, I never put the top down
Shootin at me, find the fountain top of the mountain (chow)
No adultury, bravery is the sacrifice in Jesus Christ
Yessss - and he came in the flesh
And yes he paid the price, just like war say
When I read it, you know I got excited
David is the Psalm red, I feel so invited
Gatherin the family tell 'em I love 'em, they remember me
Heavenly, smokin in, carry that
Knowin me, journey past blasphemy
Baby tried to capture me, honor mommy and daddy - only one
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Pray daddy not mad at me, they tryna tear us apart
They put they hands on me, will you bless me? I'm from the heart
Little Bryon baby, love everybody I'm around
Payin attention baby, even even if you down
And the frown on, and turn it upside down
You put the smile up, I move on fast real quick, real quick
In the weapons of the mind real slick
Now give me grace and peace
Praise the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit
Increase the beast survive, your relatives and tribe
As long as you spiritual, you always alive
By the bloodshed in Jesus Christ, I truly thank you
I'm livin in vain times, I love and I'm truly thankful
I'm never alone and I think about you
I don't have to worry, I'm alone and I sing about you
So as we here to greet our brothers with the spiritual kiss
Let us be stiff fast and Heavenly rain, give me your wrist...
Jealousy Breeds Envy Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro]
I got that, we, we together up in here man
C'mon man, we together up in here man
Jealousy breed envy, Lord guide us to this unity (get this money playa)
Enemies never been a friend to me (ain't no hatred)
Soon to be, where they wanna be
Baby we gon' make it anyway that you want (it's anyway that you want)
Cause jealousy breed envy, Lord guide us to this unity unity unity
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Cause jealousy breed envy, Lord guide us to this unity
Enemies never been a friend to me
Soon to be back, where we wanna be
Baby we gon' make it anyway that you want (it's anyway that you want)
[Bizzy Bone]
I don't sell out for no hatred, only the water conquers
Shouts out to the {?} doors, corridors and the bombers
Kamikaze we finally ready to get it poppin
Breakin 'em off a little somethin, nothin for nothin it equals nothin
Have you ever been alone? Tabernacles I have
Every paragraph I laugh, fuck her I'm out smashed (mash)
Get 'em out that paper, no one escape us, yes we comin
Heavenly angel's will they help me, I'm grindin stayin out of trouble an'
And fumblin the ball, but I'm the quarterback, coach
Sit out benched if I have to, comin back for the reproach
Take a toast to the homies, yes it's on, stay strong
One day, one way, word born, holla back
Jealousy breeds envy, Lord guide us to this unity
Enemies ain't never been no friend to me
Soon to be back where we wanna be
Baby we gon' make it anyway that you want, it's anyway that you want
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I hit 'em harder for my father, I love you when I'm alone
I'm tryna help all of our people, duck the zone, the zones
And when they take me to that special place and I'm glad they took me home
They comin to send me, never they took me, take a look and booky
The cookie crumbles, not a mumble when I speak {?}
I speak from the heart, and speak to the G's
I speak from the mind, speak from the soul, I speak wit it all
Baby I know we even, we ain't even started you know
'Til the world drop, tear us apart, leave us quick
That's that bullshit, pulpit, hit 'em up with that good whip
Cause the world tryna tear us apart, leavin 'em quick
That's that bullshit, pulpit, hit 'em up with that good whip
And the chain breakin us down (yeah)
love breakin us down (you know what it is)
Chain breakin us down - and the chain breakin us down (Bizzy the Kid)
And the chain breakin me down (gallopin to a hood near you)
And the chain's breakin us down, the chain breakin us down down
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Seven times seventy, heavenly, melodically
Remedy, talkin that brainwave centipede
Elementary dear Watson, spark the light bulb often
I'm better off in a coffin, it'll be her caught in an orphan
The mighty fuckin warrior, wa-wa-wa-warrior
Two different floors, bet yours I'm the matrix at its finest
And wine it gets sipped on, attitude it gets dripped on
The thought's stayin gripped on, I'm quick as a bit
It's Mr. Misfit, with the fifth smokin the crisp
With water let me tell you what a lift (hey)
It's Mr. Misfit, with the fifth and smokin the crisp
With water let me tell you what a lift
And the chain breakin us down down (down)
The chain breakin us down
And the chain breakin me now
And the chain's breakin us down, the chain breakin us down down
[Chorus]
I got that, we, we together up in here man
C'mon man, we together up in here man
Jealousy breed envy, Lord guide us to this unity (get this money playa)
Enemies never been a friend to me (ain't no hatred)
Soon to be, where they wanna be
Baby we gon' make it anyway that you want (it's anyway that you want)
Cause jealousy breed envy, Lord guide us to this unity unity unity
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Cause jealousy breed envy, Lord guide us to this unity
Enemies never been a friend to me
Soon to be back, where we wanna be
Baby we gon' make it anyway that you want (it's anyway that you want)
[Bizzy Bone]
I don't sell out for no hatred, only the water conquers
Shouts out to the {?} doors, corridors and the bombers
Kamikaze we finally ready to get it poppin
Breakin 'em off a little somethin, nothin for nothin it equals nothin
Have you ever been alone? Tabernacles I have
Every paragraph I laugh, fuck her I'm out smashed (mash)
Get 'em out that paper, no one escape us, yes we comin
Heavenly angel's will they help me, I'm grindin stayin out of trouble an'
And fumblin the ball, but I'm the quarterback, coach
Sit out benched if I have to, comin back for the reproach
Take a toast to the homies, yes it's on, stay strong
One day, one way, word born, holla back
Jealousy breeds envy, Lord guide us to this unity
Enemies ain't never been no friend to me
Soon to be back where we wanna be
Baby we gon' make it anyway that you want, it's anyway that you want
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I hit 'em harder for my father, I love you when I'm alone
I'm tryna help all of our people, duck the zone, the zones
And when they take me to that special place and I'm glad they took me home
They comin to send me, never they took me, take a look and booky
The cookie crumbles, not a mumble when I speak {?}
I speak from the heart, and speak to the G's
I speak from the mind, speak from the soul, I speak wit it all
Baby I know we even, we ain't even started you know
'Til the world drop, tear us apart, leave us quick
That's that bullshit, pulpit, hit 'em up with that good whip
Cause the world tryna tear us apart, leavin 'em quick
That's that bullshit, pulpit, hit 'em up with that good whip
And the chain breakin us down (yeah)
love breakin us down (you know what it is)
Chain breakin us down - and the chain breakin us down (Bizzy the Kid)
And the chain breakin me down (gallopin to a hood near you)
And the chain's breakin us down, the chain breakin us down down
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Seven times seventy, heavenly, melodically
Remedy, talkin that brainwave centipede
Elementary dear Watson, spark the light bulb often
I'm better off in a coffin, it'll be her caught in an orphan
The mighty fuckin warrior, wa-wa-wa-warrior
Two different floors, bet yours I'm the matrix at its finest
And wine it gets sipped on, attitude it gets dripped on
The thought's stayin gripped on, I'm quick as a bit
It's Mr. Misfit, with the fifth smokin the crisp
With water let me tell you what a lift (hey)
It's Mr. Misfit, with the fifth and smokin the crisp
With water let me tell you what a lift
And the chain breakin us down down (down)
The chain breakin us down
And the chain breakin me now
And the chain's breakin us down, the chain breakin us down down
[Chorus]
Light Up The Spliff Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
Yeah
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Just sit back, relax, come in enjoy the facts
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts y'all
Sandals we seekin', candle I need no babylon, feelin' opressed
Don't even stress the word (?), cause we the champion's
Champagne be poppin', we limo drivin' side by side
And yes we get it on, one time most definitely
Further the mind, shallow waters and know life
Give me that water and love, we gotta make it together
Remember it's only one
In the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit come
Tobacco, we goin' fishin' with the tackel, catchin' the snapper
Further the mind of grapple, diamond and ruby shinin'
Blue as a sapphire, and we're watched dreams
Somebody pass me the lighter, cause we champion's
And we lookin' for them good pastures, lookin' for good pastures
Cause in my water feelin' so captured, look up and see the flowers
Heavenly Father thank you, I'm leanin' back and stayin' faithful
Ha, Ha, Ha... That's right... Welcome back Bizzy Bone
Show these motherfuckers what time it is homi...
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't that money, baby you know where we from
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, come in enjoy the facts y'all
See as we pay attention, little children they are listening
All pay attention to the best that you can
You my homeboy, my friend, here to the very end
So many things I wanna tell you bang I'm ready to start
I really love you for the pressin' of all
When a we surrounded by the people, whatever you want
Indians, little baby is it just Flesh {mumbling} I love you
Yes I confess, the test of the faithful
Helpin' me set 'em through, may we float
And accept what you gave us and never go
So I praise you I thank you and tryin to relax
Dear grandpa your faithful servant is back
Because I love you
And the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, baby you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
One love...
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Much love...
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Just sit back, relax, come in enjoy the facts
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts y'all
Sandals we seekin', candle I need no babylon, feelin' opressed
Don't even stress the word (?), cause we the champion's
Champagne be poppin', we limo drivin' side by side
And yes we get it on, one time most definitely
Further the mind, shallow waters and know life
Give me that water and love, we gotta make it together
Remember it's only one
In the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit come
Tobacco, we goin' fishin' with the tackel, catchin' the snapper
Further the mind of grapple, diamond and ruby shinin'
Blue as a sapphire, and we're watched dreams
Somebody pass me the lighter, cause we champion's
And we lookin' for them good pastures, lookin' for good pastures
Cause in my water feelin' so captured, look up and see the flowers
Heavenly Father thank you, I'm leanin' back and stayin' faithful
Ha, Ha, Ha... That's right... Welcome back Bizzy Bone
Show these motherfuckers what time it is homi...
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't that money, baby you know where we from
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, come in enjoy the facts y'all
See as we pay attention, little children they are listening
All pay attention to the best that you can
You my homeboy, my friend, here to the very end
So many things I wanna tell you bang I'm ready to start
I really love you for the pressin' of all
When a we surrounded by the people, whatever you want
Indians, little baby is it just Flesh {mumbling} I love you
Yes I confess, the test of the faithful
Helpin' me set 'em through, may we float
And accept what you gave us and never go
So I praise you I thank you and tryin to relax
Dear grandpa your faithful servant is back
Because I love you
And the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, baby you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
One love...
Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man
Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Much love...
What Are We Seeing Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
Tell me what we are seeing, tell me what we are seeing - and
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Tell me what we are seeing, have my head on a silver platter
Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter
The batter up, baby we on deck
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes
What are we seeing, have my head on a silver platter
Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter
The batter up, baby we on deck
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes
(Amen, amen, amen) Had a girl named shhh, she was movin a sssss
I was pullin a oooh, she was movin a whoo!
Did it up in the mmm, player the do-do
Call her my boo-boo, baby I'm so true
[Bizzy Bone]
Mashed and fucked up, smashed the brrrrap
Nananana now, what do they want goin down
Knocked out I smile, all the while stay wild
Little child from the Nile, still a juvenile
And you know you love my motherfuckin style
I'd rather be alone then be a little {?} now
The crowd in a frenzy, the envious around
Before I pass out, I'm so profound (I don't fuck around)
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Give me the bump bump, baby let's get crunk
I run up in your spot, and fuck it up, you know
And you know it's how I feel, baby it's really real
Don't try to change my words, you know that this how I feel
And every need worked out, every need will kneel
Tell him to shut his fuckin mouth, the don is in the field
God is the greatest, Jesus Christ I rise
Against the wicked demons of Cleveland, the Lord up top
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Bringin it to the front, I don't mean to be blunt
I don't mean to be crass, I don't mean to be brass
I don't mean to beat ass, I don't mean to be fast
I don't mean to be last, and I don't mean to be a mess
Spontaneous, in the best way
Search for the heart, in a test way
This is the real deal Holyfield, baby feel, keep it real
How do you feel, how do I feel, precious metal of steel
One time
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Tell me what we are seeing, have my head on a silver platter
Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter
The batter up, baby we on deck
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes
What are we seeing, have my head on a silver platter
Cause I can read yo' mind, I feel that chit-chatter
The batter up, baby we on deck
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit oh yes
(Amen, amen, amen) Had a girl named shhh, she was movin a sssss
I was pullin a oooh, she was movin a whoo!
Did it up in the mmm, player the do-do
Call her my boo-boo, baby I'm so true
[Bizzy Bone]
Mashed and fucked up, smashed the brrrrap
Nananana now, what do they want goin down
Knocked out I smile, all the while stay wild
Little child from the Nile, still a juvenile
And you know you love my motherfuckin style
I'd rather be alone then be a little {?} now
The crowd in a frenzy, the envious around
Before I pass out, I'm so profound (I don't fuck around)
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Give me the bump bump, baby let's get crunk
I run up in your spot, and fuck it up, you know
And you know it's how I feel, baby it's really real
Don't try to change my words, you know that this how I feel
And every need worked out, every need will kneel
Tell him to shut his fuckin mouth, the don is in the field
God is the greatest, Jesus Christ I rise
Against the wicked demons of Cleveland, the Lord up top
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Bringin it to the front, I don't mean to be blunt
I don't mean to be crass, I don't mean to be brass
I don't mean to beat ass, I don't mean to be fast
I don't mean to be last, and I don't mean to be a mess
Spontaneous, in the best way
Search for the heart, in a test way
This is the real deal Holyfield, baby feel, keep it real
How do you feel, how do I feel, precious metal of steel
One time
Don't Be Fake Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah we gon' beat these demons down within the mind
with the sound within the mind, beat on this shit
C'mon now let's get this shit together
C'mon, beat this shit down baby
Well let me show you how the Midwest rocks, west rocks
Well let me show you how this Midwest rocks, west rocks
Let me show you how this Midwest rocks
We gon' get this motherfuckin money young'n, what nigga! Hahaha
[Bizzy Bone]
I was rollin the I-80, holdin the vibe baby
Police up in this bitch, you know they hate me
With a motherfucker to search me, and a motherfucker to curse me
And it all end up to them walkin it like you not dirty birdy
Bringin it most certainly, you don't want me, quit frontin
Ol' hater hater hater hater, quit stuntin
Plain and simply bluntin, nothin for nothin that equals nothin
And I'm still walkin and needin that somethin
Vision a perfect woman, a vision of perfect women
Ch-ch-check out my melody, check-check out my rhythm
Inspiration is God, spiritually we can see
In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, it's whatever you need
Break bread so the demons can eat
Handle my money like Yvonna, it's just me the G
Call it what'chu wanna call it, feel me I'm in a venna{?}
Shut up so you can get some real manner
My momma my Rosanna-anna, just me and my Joanna
Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow
You know I love my style, I'm not a faker I'm the real
I'm walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Now do you want me? Don't be fake
And don't have the nerve to try to play me like you're real
I'm tryin to eat off the plate, baby please peace be still
Thou shall not kill, we in the belly of the beast
[Bizzy Bone]
It was a setup, motherfucker don't ever think I let up
I peeped out of every movement when you get up
For the woman that never loved me, only just to wipe away my smile
Was it jealousy? Mad cause my hair was wild?
Ain't no vanity, never was surrounded by no enemies
One glass of Hennessy, mind on the trinity
Heavenly, somebody got pissed, at the caucus
Give me a leaf and let me break down college studies and collars
Ballers, shot callers, I'm comin up
Dug up, up out the grave, now pay attention to the thug
Can you try that? Fellamina, Robert and Masadonia
Bryon never forget bitch, can you buy that?
Plus the one that I gave you, a real diamond, no cubic zirconia
Headed for Mariah like it's right around the corner soldier
Shanaya said it best, I guess it's war
So what the fuck you think I landed on this fuckin planet for?
Now keep the lust, eat the coochie cause I know that steez
I heard you say that you was lovin but you said it while they dissin me
Dissin me, dissin me.. why they dissin me? Fuckin crazy
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
When it's, said and done, one we still standin
Haters'll never find me, no matter how they demand it
Pay dues, pay price, pay more than thrice
Don't get mad when I pop up with ice - little haters
Alligator snake skin, serpent with yo' fake skin
Wanna be a man, be a man than me
I'm a child of God, and you can call it if you wanna
Homeboy grab girly if you wanna
But he won't even claim her, fuckin same dude tryna frame us
Bitch please, I'm already famous it's stuck in the danger
Never cry, I know the Lord is the greatest
He in secret, you don't need to be searchin
No hatred, cause I'm a soldier for the Lord
Wise, and I'm humble with that double edge sword
(Hahaha, it's that "Thugs Revenge" mo' murda)
[Chorus]
[ad libs to the end]
Yeah, yeah we gon' beat these demons down within the mind
with the sound within the mind, beat on this shit
C'mon now let's get this shit together
C'mon, beat this shit down baby
Well let me show you how the Midwest rocks, west rocks
Well let me show you how this Midwest rocks, west rocks
Let me show you how this Midwest rocks
We gon' get this motherfuckin money young'n, what nigga! Hahaha
[Bizzy Bone]
I was rollin the I-80, holdin the vibe baby
Police up in this bitch, you know they hate me
With a motherfucker to search me, and a motherfucker to curse me
And it all end up to them walkin it like you not dirty birdy
Bringin it most certainly, you don't want me, quit frontin
Ol' hater hater hater hater, quit stuntin
Plain and simply bluntin, nothin for nothin that equals nothin
And I'm still walkin and needin that somethin
Vision a perfect woman, a vision of perfect women
Ch-ch-check out my melody, check-check out my rhythm
Inspiration is God, spiritually we can see
In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, it's whatever you need
Break bread so the demons can eat
Handle my money like Yvonna, it's just me the G
Call it what'chu wanna call it, feel me I'm in a venna{?}
Shut up so you can get some real manner
My momma my Rosanna-anna, just me and my Joanna
Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow
You know I love my style, I'm not a faker I'm the real
I'm walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Now do you want me? Don't be fake
And don't have the nerve to try to play me like you're real
I'm tryin to eat off the plate, baby please peace be still
Thou shall not kill, we in the belly of the beast
[Bizzy Bone]
It was a setup, motherfucker don't ever think I let up
I peeped out of every movement when you get up
For the woman that never loved me, only just to wipe away my smile
Was it jealousy? Mad cause my hair was wild?
Ain't no vanity, never was surrounded by no enemies
One glass of Hennessy, mind on the trinity
Heavenly, somebody got pissed, at the caucus
Give me a leaf and let me break down college studies and collars
Ballers, shot callers, I'm comin up
Dug up, up out the grave, now pay attention to the thug
Can you try that? Fellamina, Robert and Masadonia
Bryon never forget bitch, can you buy that?
Plus the one that I gave you, a real diamond, no cubic zirconia
Headed for Mariah like it's right around the corner soldier
Shanaya said it best, I guess it's war
So what the fuck you think I landed on this fuckin planet for?
Now keep the lust, eat the coochie cause I know that steez
I heard you say that you was lovin but you said it while they dissin me
Dissin me, dissin me.. why they dissin me? Fuckin crazy
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
When it's, said and done, one we still standin
Haters'll never find me, no matter how they demand it
Pay dues, pay price, pay more than thrice
Don't get mad when I pop up with ice - little haters
Alligator snake skin, serpent with yo' fake skin
Wanna be a man, be a man than me
I'm a child of God, and you can call it if you wanna
Homeboy grab girly if you wanna
But he won't even claim her, fuckin same dude tryna frame us
Bitch please, I'm already famous it's stuck in the danger
Never cry, I know the Lord is the greatest
He in secret, you don't need to be searchin
No hatred, cause I'm a soldier for the Lord
Wise, and I'm humble with that double edge sword
(Hahaha, it's that "Thugs Revenge" mo' murda)
[Chorus]
[ad libs to the end]
For The Homies Lyrics – Bizzy Bone (feat. Mr. Capone-E, Mr. Silent, K.O.)
[Intro: Bizzy]
Don't let the light skin fool you nigga
This your real homeboy
Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin community
As I sit down and I write this letter to my dear brother
Dear brother, heavenly grace and peace be unto you
in your time of persecution, dear brother
I pray this letter greets you in good spirits and peace and health
I love you
For the mothfuckin hood and the ghetto
Ain't nothin you need but a homie
[Bizzy Bone]
For the homie, doin it tight, give you the shirt off of my back
For the homie I sing songs in fact
For the family, I'll never forget you whatever you need
For the family, I'm walkin the streets, I know you see
For my momma, I'm doin it again - I'm doin the best that I can
Gotta love my father, he fathered a man, man, man
For my sister, I help you on out with the nephews
I do the best that I can, for my sister I tell 'em to spread the love
For my brother, I greet you with a spiritual kiss
For my brother, spiritual kisses sellin peace
One, collaborations only to spread that joy
One, for my father, the best homeboy
[Chorus: Mr. Silent]
You can find me with my homies, I'll never run
I'll never hide from my homies, I'm down to ride
I'm down to die with all my homies, kickin with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin for my homies, deep in the streets we stayin up
[Mr. Capone-E]
My homies, they're my young thug outlaws
Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call
We miss you O.G., from the families locked away
Upstate behind bars up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers, who lost their life in the struggle
From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E we'll miss your hustle
The trouble, when the lights went out
It's still a war zone and you still the homie, no doubt
Life of a vigilante, with the street authority
My homies are forever 'til, eternity
Enemies get bucked, trust no, man
I'm in the land where they bangin every kids on they hand
Propaganda, in this white man's world
A devil's reject, with a meth-amphetamine burn
The world turns, never leave you lonely
I'm your confidant, your one and only homie
[Chorus]
[K.O.]
My definition of a homie is a brother with pride
Therefore that I'll always have your back not givin a care who's down to ride
To never leave you astray, to put his life in front of yours
I'm havin a vision in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours
Cause I'm a true blue thug, and I'm keepin it real
My dogs ain't never given away, that's what you call the real deal
As I poured a little liqour for, those who passed
My true, soldiers in the green the game of life and they crashed
[Mr. Silent]
My definition of a homie
My dogs ain't never gonna leave me lonely
Straight riders, we ain't no phonies
My criminal styles and Mr. Capone-E's
Straight ridin, through the city
Givin it up for Bizzy Bone and Frank Nitty
Mr. Silent puts it down showin no pity
Rollin it up for all my homies that are with me, with me
[Chorus]
Don't let the light skin fool you nigga
This your real homeboy
Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin community
As I sit down and I write this letter to my dear brother
Dear brother, heavenly grace and peace be unto you
in your time of persecution, dear brother
I pray this letter greets you in good spirits and peace and health
I love you
For the mothfuckin hood and the ghetto
Ain't nothin you need but a homie
[Bizzy Bone]
For the homie, doin it tight, give you the shirt off of my back
For the homie I sing songs in fact
For the family, I'll never forget you whatever you need
For the family, I'm walkin the streets, I know you see
For my momma, I'm doin it again - I'm doin the best that I can
Gotta love my father, he fathered a man, man, man
For my sister, I help you on out with the nephews
I do the best that I can, for my sister I tell 'em to spread the love
For my brother, I greet you with a spiritual kiss
For my brother, spiritual kisses sellin peace
One, collaborations only to spread that joy
One, for my father, the best homeboy
[Chorus: Mr. Silent]
You can find me with my homies, I'll never run
I'll never hide from my homies, I'm down to ride
I'm down to die with all my homies, kickin with the West Coast soldiers
Reppin for my homies, deep in the streets we stayin up
[Mr. Capone-E]
My homies, they're my young thug outlaws
Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call
We miss you O.G., from the families locked away
Upstate behind bars up in Pelican Bay
All the rappers, who lost their life in the struggle
From Biggie Smalls, 2Pac, Eazy-E we'll miss your hustle
The trouble, when the lights went out
It's still a war zone and you still the homie, no doubt
Life of a vigilante, with the street authority
My homies are forever 'til, eternity
Enemies get bucked, trust no, man
I'm in the land where they bangin every kids on they hand
Propaganda, in this white man's world
A devil's reject, with a meth-amphetamine burn
The world turns, never leave you lonely
I'm your confidant, your one and only homie
[Chorus]
[K.O.]
My definition of a homie is a brother with pride
Therefore that I'll always have your back not givin a care who's down to ride
To never leave you astray, to put his life in front of yours
I'm havin a vision in my mind, my dogs are seepin up through my pours
Cause I'm a true blue thug, and I'm keepin it real
My dogs ain't never given away, that's what you call the real deal
As I poured a little liqour for, those who passed
My true, soldiers in the green the game of life and they crashed
[Mr. Silent]
My definition of a homie
My dogs ain't never gonna leave me lonely
Straight riders, we ain't no phonies
My criminal styles and Mr. Capone-E's
Straight ridin, through the city
Givin it up for Bizzy Bone and Frank Nitty
Mr. Silent puts it down showin no pity
Rollin it up for all my homies that are with me, with me
[Chorus]
Have You Ever Been Lonely Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro]
Yeah
H-Faktor productions what it is, you know what it is
You know who in the buildin' baby
It's on in Craford bomb it what you want to
You can say Bone
You can cross the rehab and just say one
Holla back
You know what it is
This how we gon' put it down right here
This what we gon' do right here
I know that's right
[Intro-Background]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
I like this right here (yeah I know, I know I like this...)
Yeah baby
I'm with you baby, I'm with you don't even trip
I'm with you
This the way we gon' put it down right here
Man I want you to take this here to the club a'ight
I want you to go take this to the club and you better bring
Me out somethin' you understand me... a'ight
[Verse 1]
Have you ever been lonely with the homies and hard lyrics
and tryin' To be fair, duckin' the Fed's
with a woman that be in the bed, with Another man
they complicate situations when you want you a friend
But baby my spirit is feelin', and I've been willin'
to meet you Right after the club, and to get the chillin'
my homies was tellin' Me that you lookin' real lonely
I told them they ain't ever lie They ain't phoney
[Hook]
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your belly..
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub..
[Verse 2]
We at the spot, gon' make it so hot
she said that she Puerto Rican Jamaican, make it drop
I know that she watchin' me hopin' she ain't Underage
you ain't dealin' with no sooth sayer, unknown stage
I'm Flippin' the page of this burgandy Holy Bible
she's sailin' me Readin' and then feelin' the big recital
I'm flippin' the television Watchin' the New Revival
so she don't think I only wanted her body For vile
I need a lot of help managing my little paper
I'm tryin' to Stack it up so baby momma don't rape us
and baby gon' hate us when We hit the magazine
but she called me a bitch, a coward, a fag of Things
[Hook]
You ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your belly..
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub..
[Verse 3]
I've been walkin' and talkin' since the day that I can't remember
Wanna tell you my story about the 12th of September
I never had a Woman that stick through the thick and thin
don't make me bring my Baby momma, name up again
I promise to tell the truth, no matter how Much it hurts
you know that I can't hide from you boo you know I Am at work
I'm hittin' the dirt, could you help me take off my shirt
Don't worry 'bout my tattoos, baby I'm not a cur-few
but if I play The dog reliable German Shepherd
you only have to whistle while we Did it from the breakfast
my head is in the plate no hesitation for The da
man I can't wait to get my Scooby Snack, boo I can't wait
[Hook]
You ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your belly..
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub... in your, etcha etcha etcha, in
Your belly..
[Verse 4]
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
I want you to take this fuckin' song In the club home boy
you better bring me out somethin' that look good
With some high heels, with a pedicure, with a pedicure
or some fine Legs, smooth, chocolate cocoa, mocha
it don't matter baby we even mess With vanilla swirls around here
give it to 'em
[Hook]
You ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your (in your...) good grub
In your belly (belly...) take you back to the telly (telly...)
And spendin' my money (money...) heh, have you ever been lonely
Baby
[Outro]
Yeah, one love
Shots out to my family members
I see you, I see you baby
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
I think, I think, I think
Side step in the lake, side step in the lake
We are what it is
Ah let's hear that shit (ok)
Alright this what's up
Yeah
H-Faktor productions what it is, you know what it is
You know who in the buildin' baby
It's on in Craford bomb it what you want to
You can say Bone
You can cross the rehab and just say one
Holla back
You know what it is
This how we gon' put it down right here
This what we gon' do right here
I know that's right
[Intro-Background]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
I like this right here (yeah I know, I know I like this...)
Yeah baby
I'm with you baby, I'm with you don't even trip
I'm with you
This the way we gon' put it down right here
Man I want you to take this here to the club a'ight
I want you to go take this to the club and you better bring
Me out somethin' you understand me... a'ight
[Verse 1]
Have you ever been lonely with the homies and hard lyrics
and tryin' To be fair, duckin' the Fed's
with a woman that be in the bed, with Another man
they complicate situations when you want you a friend
But baby my spirit is feelin', and I've been willin'
to meet you Right after the club, and to get the chillin'
my homies was tellin' Me that you lookin' real lonely
I told them they ain't ever lie They ain't phoney
[Hook]
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your belly..
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub..
[Verse 2]
We at the spot, gon' make it so hot
she said that she Puerto Rican Jamaican, make it drop
I know that she watchin' me hopin' she ain't Underage
you ain't dealin' with no sooth sayer, unknown stage
I'm Flippin' the page of this burgandy Holy Bible
she's sailin' me Readin' and then feelin' the big recital
I'm flippin' the television Watchin' the New Revival
so she don't think I only wanted her body For vile
I need a lot of help managing my little paper
I'm tryin' to Stack it up so baby momma don't rape us
and baby gon' hate us when We hit the magazine
but she called me a bitch, a coward, a fag of Things
[Hook]
You ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your belly..
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, I'm comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub..
[Verse 3]
I've been walkin' and talkin' since the day that I can't remember
Wanna tell you my story about the 12th of September
I never had a Woman that stick through the thick and thin
don't make me bring my Baby momma, name up again
I promise to tell the truth, no matter how Much it hurts
you know that I can't hide from you boo you know I Am at work
I'm hittin' the dirt, could you help me take off my shirt
Don't worry 'bout my tattoos, baby I'm not a cur-few
but if I play The dog reliable German Shepherd
you only have to whistle while we Did it from the breakfast
my head is in the plate no hesitation for The da
man I can't wait to get my Scooby Snack, boo I can't wait
[Hook]
You ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your belly..
Have you ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub... in your, etcha etcha etcha, in
Your belly..
[Verse 4]
Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
I want you to take this fuckin' song In the club home boy
you better bring me out somethin' that look good
With some high heels, with a pedicure, with a pedicure
or some fine Legs, smooth, chocolate cocoa, mocha
it don't matter baby we even mess With vanilla swirls around here
give it to 'em
[Hook]
You ever been lonely baby, I need love, I got something for you
To see number one thug, comin' to take you back to my little telly
And spendin' my money for good grub in your (in your...) good grub
In your belly (belly...) take you back to the telly (telly...)
And spendin' my money (money...) heh, have you ever been lonely
Baby
[Outro]
Yeah, one love
Shots out to my family members
I see you, I see you baby
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
I think, I think, I think
Side step in the lake, side step in the lake
We are what it is
Ah let's hear that shit (ok)
Alright this what's up
Who Tha Thug Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
Beat brothers...
Yeah, turn up them vocals, turn up them vocals for me, yeah
Turn them vocals up for me, I send shots out to the Bone
Thug-n-Harmony crew, yeah, I'll always love you souldiers
Right now, time to do what I need to do, representative
Praise God, believe that, give it to 'em youngin'
See I was born in the womb, beatin' down my mom's walls
Now in the nineties, you can find me makin' a chronic call
Definitely I needed a blunt to fill it up with some bud
East double '99 for life ain't none of 'em fuckin' with us
(I know) there I was with the thugs, bustin' and pullin' out
Broke ass guns, tryin' a muck my way, hey, I'll pistol wip 'em
Shit, I'm still number one, runnin' the clique and buckin' with 'em
Oumpin' don't up and let the regime get dumb I'll go with 'em
Bitchefied chant, Bizzy up in your city, ready to dance
With those itchy ass hands, and is he on the off ramp
Just cause he's thuggin', shit this music got me soft tramp
Even my cousin's buggin', but I don't give a fuck I'm puffin'
(?) that house's in Bizzy's mouth
I made it and they hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
They're gonna make the money, as for my baby son
With a creation in my life, I know he's a thug
And there I was, messin' with the thugsta Lay..
With Flesh workin' feedin' the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A...
Better believe indeed I got somethin' up under my sleeve
Connected to the... when I get thought let's grow some trees
It's deja vu whenever I'm with you
I could smoke on forever, ain't it true that I do
I could feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels
Remember when my neighbor Linda let a brother eat a meal
Learned to fight off my back, on my own did I struggle
In the limb of my hustle, tryin' to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows when we'll die, it's still maintain's through the rough
I'll be the first to give my life
So tell me who the thug... uh, uh
So tell me who the thug... uh, uh
So tell me who the thug... uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Praise God...
{Bizzy scratching}
No matter what goes down man, through the test
Through the trials and through your tribulation
I'm gonna be there with you youngin'
I'm a be there with you youngin', I said I'm a be there with you youngin
Do whatever baby, and know how we do it, grab that ego
Tell her to sit her ass down cause this is big business baby
This is big, big business
One love...
Uh, uh, uh...
One love...
Uh, uh, uh
Yes indeed, you break that old bottle baby, bring 'em the real
It's about that time
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
We gon' step off of it right now
Before I go... Praise God, in the name of our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ... HOLLER!
Yeah, turn up them vocals, turn up them vocals for me, yeah
Turn them vocals up for me, I send shots out to the Bone
Thug-n-Harmony crew, yeah, I'll always love you souldiers
Right now, time to do what I need to do, representative
Praise God, believe that, give it to 'em youngin'
See I was born in the womb, beatin' down my mom's walls
Now in the nineties, you can find me makin' a chronic call
Definitely I needed a blunt to fill it up with some bud
East double '99 for life ain't none of 'em fuckin' with us
(I know) there I was with the thugs, bustin' and pullin' out
Broke ass guns, tryin' a muck my way, hey, I'll pistol wip 'em
Shit, I'm still number one, runnin' the clique and buckin' with 'em
Oumpin' don't up and let the regime get dumb I'll go with 'em
Bitchefied chant, Bizzy up in your city, ready to dance
With those itchy ass hands, and is he on the off ramp
Just cause he's thuggin', shit this music got me soft tramp
Even my cousin's buggin', but I don't give a fuck I'm puffin'
(?) that house's in Bizzy's mouth
I made it and they hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
They're gonna make the money, as for my baby son
With a creation in my life, I know he's a thug
And there I was, messin' with the thugsta Lay..
With Flesh workin' feedin' the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A...
Better believe indeed I got somethin' up under my sleeve
Connected to the... when I get thought let's grow some trees
It's deja vu whenever I'm with you
I could smoke on forever, ain't it true that I do
I could feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels
Remember when my neighbor Linda let a brother eat a meal
Learned to fight off my back, on my own did I struggle
In the limb of my hustle, tryin' to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows when we'll die, it's still maintain's through the rough
I'll be the first to give my life
So tell me who the thug... uh, uh
So tell me who the thug... uh, uh
So tell me who the thug... uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Praise God...
{Bizzy scratching}
No matter what goes down man, through the test
Through the trials and through your tribulation
I'm gonna be there with you youngin'
I'm a be there with you youngin', I said I'm a be there with you youngin
Do whatever baby, and know how we do it, grab that ego
Tell her to sit her ass down cause this is big business baby
This is big, big business
One love...
Uh, uh, uh...
One love...
Uh, uh, uh
Yes indeed, you break that old bottle baby, bring 'em the real
It's about that time
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
We gon' step off of it right now
Before I go... Praise God, in the name of our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ... HOLLER!
Priceless Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro]
Yes indeed
I'd like to thank God for everthing
You father... all
In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ
Sendin' shots out to my family members
I just want you to feel me
I know you think somethin' may happen to me
I know you might think I'm crazy
You know it's ok though, you know what I'm sayin'
It's no matter where to the very, very end
Gon' love you, you already know that
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Ruby's and sapphires, these jewels they never expire
my love is so Priceless, sister sledge, I ain't no liar
the time is so dire expire
While walkin' through that fire
I'm a keep it movin' boo, I'm not Tired
I remember the west side, I, I walkin' a wire video
Thugz Cry Cry, cry baby girl admire
you'll always be a diamond, in my eyes
Girly was hatin', heh
Vivica I can feel you I'm talkin' without even Sayin'
uh, I guess the twist of this tongues
a blessin' from the Father
I've been disinfected, wiped clean go ask the barber
whatever You do talk to my sister, she's an honor
she gon' make sure that she Scope out the scene
should I be botherin' I just want you to feel me
[Hook]
My family they are so priceless, Filamina, Robyn and Roseanne
Masadonia you are priceless, Cassie, Hope, and Heather, Rockie
Grandfather, praise God for the blessings give me a dollar
[Verse 2]
What, you
Don't remember me, you are priceless we still fam
I don't wanna strum Up no messed up thoughts for my momma Roseanne
and my momma think That I'm crazy
but baby I'm all good, baby I'm all hood
whoa, sounds Good, lately things have been Jacked Up
I know you 'member me actin'
And I never just came to waltz in, came in blastin'
with a passion I put the (?) on
and quickly changed up the fashion, and I feel 'em
They tryin' a, question you homie, that's called back stabbin'
they Laughin' at me daily and deeply you don't beat me
and they tryin' to Embarrass me, baby they don't ever reach me
but Hope and Heather They taught me, and Cassie would never hurt me
and if I ever done Anything wrong Cassie still love me boo
you was earthly, uh
[Hook]
My family you are so priceless, Filamina, Robyn and Roseanne
Masadonia you are priceless, Cassie, Hope, and Heather, Rockie
Grandfather, praisin' the Lord for the love and the blessings give me
A dollar
[Verse 3]
I just want you to feel me fan a song of we gotta be
wise as these Serpents, I gotta be humble as these doves
and I gotta-gotta, go to Make this money
I can bring back the paper, all the milk and the honey
And I'm walkin' in my sins again and I'm still strong
but baby I'm Hungry, I know you hungry
feelin' mummy and crumby and after so many Bad moods
bad spirits and bad news
peep up the shoe, shoe, my family
My blessing's the reason I manifested quick love songs
so quit stressin' I'm still present
never stop love boo-boo, it's the deepest
know that The Lord loves you, you praise sin, you raise him
yeah that's Jesus, uh And the Holy Spirit feel the lyric
the beginning of wisdom is fearin' God
praise God, your so (?), and I wanted to write this song to you
So you know, no matter what happens
I love you to the very, very bitter End
[Hook]
My family they are priceless, Filamina, Robyn and Roseanne
Masadonia they are priceless, Cassie, Hope, and Heather, Rockie
The Grandfather, hey, praise God, for love and the blessing's give
Me a dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar
[Outro]
Holla, holla, I never play you
Man, I never play you, you my boo, and I'm able to tell you that because
I truly, truly love you, see it's a such thing as being a virgin in a
Physical sense, and a virgin in a Spiritual sense, see that's something
That even if they knew about it and they read about it and they already
Caught on to, they'd never give that shit to you, you understand what I'm
Sayin', and you already know what it is, in times of need confess with
The tongue, in the name of the Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit
Amen, praise God in the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, one
True God, holla back
Yes indeed
I'd like to thank God for everthing
You father... all
In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ
Sendin' shots out to my family members
I just want you to feel me
I know you think somethin' may happen to me
I know you might think I'm crazy
You know it's ok though, you know what I'm sayin'
It's no matter where to the very, very end
Gon' love you, you already know that
You know what I'm sayin'
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Ruby's and sapphires, these jewels they never expire
my love is so Priceless, sister sledge, I ain't no liar
the time is so dire expire
While walkin' through that fire
I'm a keep it movin' boo, I'm not Tired
I remember the west side, I, I walkin' a wire video
Thugz Cry Cry, cry baby girl admire
you'll always be a diamond, in my eyes
Girly was hatin', heh
Vivica I can feel you I'm talkin' without even Sayin'
uh, I guess the twist of this tongues
a blessin' from the Father
I've been disinfected, wiped clean go ask the barber
whatever You do talk to my sister, she's an honor
she gon' make sure that she Scope out the scene
should I be botherin' I just want you to feel me
[Hook]
My family they are so priceless, Filamina, Robyn and Roseanne
Masadonia you are priceless, Cassie, Hope, and Heather, Rockie
Grandfather, praise God for the blessings give me a dollar
[Verse 2]
What, you
Don't remember me, you are priceless we still fam
I don't wanna strum Up no messed up thoughts for my momma Roseanne
and my momma think That I'm crazy
but baby I'm all good, baby I'm all hood
whoa, sounds Good, lately things have been Jacked Up
I know you 'member me actin'
And I never just came to waltz in, came in blastin'
with a passion I put the (?) on
and quickly changed up the fashion, and I feel 'em
They tryin' a, question you homie, that's called back stabbin'
they Laughin' at me daily and deeply you don't beat me
and they tryin' to Embarrass me, baby they don't ever reach me
but Hope and Heather They taught me, and Cassie would never hurt me
and if I ever done Anything wrong Cassie still love me boo
you was earthly, uh
[Hook]
My family you are so priceless, Filamina, Robyn and Roseanne
Masadonia you are priceless, Cassie, Hope, and Heather, Rockie
Grandfather, praisin' the Lord for the love and the blessings give me
A dollar
[Verse 3]
I just want you to feel me fan a song of we gotta be
wise as these Serpents, I gotta be humble as these doves
and I gotta-gotta, go to Make this money
I can bring back the paper, all the milk and the honey
And I'm walkin' in my sins again and I'm still strong
but baby I'm Hungry, I know you hungry
feelin' mummy and crumby and after so many Bad moods
bad spirits and bad news
peep up the shoe, shoe, my family
My blessing's the reason I manifested quick love songs
so quit stressin' I'm still present
never stop love boo-boo, it's the deepest
know that The Lord loves you, you praise sin, you raise him
yeah that's Jesus, uh And the Holy Spirit feel the lyric
the beginning of wisdom is fearin' God
praise God, your so (?), and I wanted to write this song to you
So you know, no matter what happens
I love you to the very, very bitter End
[Hook]
My family they are priceless, Filamina, Robyn and Roseanne
Masadonia they are priceless, Cassie, Hope, and Heather, Rockie
The Grandfather, hey, praise God, for love and the blessing's give
Me a dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar
[Outro]
Holla, holla, I never play you
Man, I never play you, you my boo, and I'm able to tell you that because
I truly, truly love you, see it's a such thing as being a virgin in a
Physical sense, and a virgin in a Spiritual sense, see that's something
That even if they knew about it and they read about it and they already
Caught on to, they'd never give that shit to you, you understand what I'm
Sayin', and you already know what it is, in times of need confess with
The tongue, in the name of the Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit
Amen, praise God in the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, one
True God, holla back
What U See Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy]
Representing the one forever and ever and ever
We come to you from another dream
From another time, another station (it is only one true God)
Praise God in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
(Could you tell meeeee)
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Could you tell me what you see, you see, you see, you see
I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind) I can read your miiiiind
Hahaha; could you tell me where we'll be, we'll be, we'll be, we'll be
I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind)
I can read your, and I can read your mind (I can read your miiiiind)
[Bizzy Bone]
Most immaculate, elegant, pick up a piece of paper
Put ya Pamper on; scamper run, militant get ya Panther on
The crooked of tryin to pull a caper, cause they wanted a vision
Now it's honey-coated for the dumb shit; evil don't run shit
Wanna see the picture for flesh and desire sentencing
The essence to the fire and purge, deeper inside ya
Reaper be right behind ya, keep it movin be blessed
It's the test, only the best, beautiful love, yes!
Can't believe they wanna hold a brother back like this
God provide, ride through the pine without a dime
Baby think it's a crime, and she always get pissed
Get ya ego out the way, baby listen to this
I got a problem with racism, placism, hatorism
Gatorism, prejudice, demons all in the way
They don't even ask you for identification, what did he say?
Get ya money little homie, they'll never know you're okay
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Listenin to bullshit, knockin on wood
Praise God don't get it misunderstood
While I was rollin through the hood
Boulevardio, you should (Let Me Love You)
like you was listenin to Mario, it seems that I can't budge you
But those crooked thoughts they don't harm me though, shake that, shake that
Money-maker tryin to get the paper blamin poppa for everything
Somebody tell me who put the food on the motherfuckin, table
Pumpin up because the fuckin humans actin able
Lamb, cram to understand plan, baby boy like Clark Gable
Gone with the wind, with a full confession like Conseco
Now all of the rest of the baseball players step up
Glory be the god of the name of our lord and savior - Jesus Christ
Ain't no weapon formed against us will prosper
Send the streets they needed medicine, and God'll send a doctor
Gon' break 'em off real proper
Even though they really don't want you to prosper
So now you judge me, and only God love me - ahh!
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
It ain't a question or a notion, commotion it'll just happen
Words written but we freestyle rappin
Keepin it movin and we groovin in the spirit for show
Bringin the light into a halt, and we caught, and it stop like whoa
Don't turn around, no rebirth in the salt, nigga let's roll
Baby don't turn around but she's persisted to go, mmm
Purified clean, write it in chalk, don't even talk
Let's concentrate on the mission little baby walk
Some say it's a weapon, the weapon of weapon of mass destruction
of body combustin trust if it come outside
See it's real in the battlefield, plenty fuckin battle scars
Switchin rides, switchin cars diggin E, peep the stars
Where we walk in the streets bad feet keep stallin
Bad wanna come me way, hey, he gon' keep talkin
And they wonder who, who's tellin 'em dodgin, God will provide the logic
Get the action in that you need through any ya problems, woo
Now if you accept it and you accepted just know that you're really respected
And the love that we have collected through the pressure of presence
See he's a present, and it's comin from my heart in its essence
These words we meshin together for further evidence of the lessons
Are you likin what you feelin? Nah, I think I feel it
Not to be Marvin Gaye, but baby you need some (Healing)
So we take it to the tabernacle then pass that feelin
Touch millions with the gifted that the father is willin
Look at ya people with some movement as we bond lookin improvin
That's the love you always enjoy to enlighten bein void
Gettin noid stay poised it's comin, don't you feel it?
You got it? I know you got it, you got it, I see you chillin
One love
[Chorus]
Representing the one forever and ever and ever
We come to you from another dream
From another time, another station (it is only one true God)
Praise God in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
(Could you tell meeeee)
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Could you tell me what you see, you see, you see, you see
I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind) I can read your miiiiind
Hahaha; could you tell me where we'll be, we'll be, we'll be, we'll be
I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind)
I can read your, and I can read your mind (I can read your miiiiind)
[Bizzy Bone]
Most immaculate, elegant, pick up a piece of paper
Put ya Pamper on; scamper run, militant get ya Panther on
The crooked of tryin to pull a caper, cause they wanted a vision
Now it's honey-coated for the dumb shit; evil don't run shit
Wanna see the picture for flesh and desire sentencing
The essence to the fire and purge, deeper inside ya
Reaper be right behind ya, keep it movin be blessed
It's the test, only the best, beautiful love, yes!
Can't believe they wanna hold a brother back like this
God provide, ride through the pine without a dime
Baby think it's a crime, and she always get pissed
Get ya ego out the way, baby listen to this
I got a problem with racism, placism, hatorism
Gatorism, prejudice, demons all in the way
They don't even ask you for identification, what did he say?
Get ya money little homie, they'll never know you're okay
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Listenin to bullshit, knockin on wood
Praise God don't get it misunderstood
While I was rollin through the hood
Boulevardio, you should (Let Me Love You)
like you was listenin to Mario, it seems that I can't budge you
But those crooked thoughts they don't harm me though, shake that, shake that
Money-maker tryin to get the paper blamin poppa for everything
Somebody tell me who put the food on the motherfuckin, table
Pumpin up because the fuckin humans actin able
Lamb, cram to understand plan, baby boy like Clark Gable
Gone with the wind, with a full confession like Conseco
Now all of the rest of the baseball players step up
Glory be the god of the name of our lord and savior - Jesus Christ
Ain't no weapon formed against us will prosper
Send the streets they needed medicine, and God'll send a doctor
Gon' break 'em off real proper
Even though they really don't want you to prosper
So now you judge me, and only God love me - ahh!
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
It ain't a question or a notion, commotion it'll just happen
Words written but we freestyle rappin
Keepin it movin and we groovin in the spirit for show
Bringin the light into a halt, and we caught, and it stop like whoa
Don't turn around, no rebirth in the salt, nigga let's roll
Baby don't turn around but she's persisted to go, mmm
Purified clean, write it in chalk, don't even talk
Let's concentrate on the mission little baby walk
Some say it's a weapon, the weapon of weapon of mass destruction
of body combustin trust if it come outside
See it's real in the battlefield, plenty fuckin battle scars
Switchin rides, switchin cars diggin E, peep the stars
Where we walk in the streets bad feet keep stallin
Bad wanna come me way, hey, he gon' keep talkin
And they wonder who, who's tellin 'em dodgin, God will provide the logic
Get the action in that you need through any ya problems, woo
Now if you accept it and you accepted just know that you're really respected
And the love that we have collected through the pressure of presence
See he's a present, and it's comin from my heart in its essence
These words we meshin together for further evidence of the lessons
Are you likin what you feelin? Nah, I think I feel it
Not to be Marvin Gaye, but baby you need some (Healing)
So we take it to the tabernacle then pass that feelin
Touch millions with the gifted that the father is willin
Look at ya people with some movement as we bond lookin improvin
That's the love you always enjoy to enlighten bein void
Gettin noid stay poised it's comin, don't you feel it?
You got it? I know you got it, you got it, I see you chillin
One love
[Chorus]
T.T. Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
We gon' call this song "Trickery and Treachery"
and man that's how these motherfuckers do
Man we gon' gear up these muh'fuckin soldiers man
Man up, fuck it do what you do
[Bizzy Bone]
Tell 'em that it's the trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces, been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, man up, yeah
Proud of the mental methodical mind hunter
Another game slumber game sleep if you wanna
Man up from unknown places when it's simple to be in love
Chromosomes broke down wonder is stuck
But when enough is enough, and it's tough
Throughout the roughest where the red wolves huff and they puff
Hey little Bizzy keep they head strong, cry now, can't even cuff
You understand it ain't no question, come up
What is the purpose of the physical lust? So the barricade can bust
Braids shaved ain't no bitches in us, we don't believe in no luck
But that's the word game, can't even cuff
Ya understand it ain't no question come up, ya understand
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya better tell 'em
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up
[Bizzy Bone]
Back up in the saddle with my homies down in the cattle
Black boots, my fatigues and a satchel
Keep my eye up on the motherfuckin twos and the sixes
Get the fuck in the car, and put ya mind on the one-time bitches
You better know who the fuck we are, soldiers now
Fuck they try to figure me out, it's my style
But I was born with the jewel of a child
And it better be women around, I don't give a fuck if she wild
Ya fuckin with me? I tell her quickly bitch sit down, get down
You know I'm known to clown around and get around
That's the word praise God spirit
Shake your motherfuckin stick when the evil get on ya nerves, ya heard?
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up
[Bizzy Bone]
Wanna crawl up out ya spiritual grave, if you a slave
to the wicked it's the critical mystical get out the way
Bitch, I'm gettin paid, whatever they say, shake the dust
Movin in (Heaven'z Movie), in God we trust
Back to (The Gift), let's get 'em lifted right now
Don't get caught up in the liquid, do da thang my mayne
What if I told you this was spiritual, not in yo' brain
Spread love baby break that chain
Pay attention to the laws, wash yo' drawers by hand if you have to
Praise God always all day before and after
Then take it to the tabernacle, cleanse that body
Learn the happiness and freedom that you felt from ya mommy
Heavenly Father they are gigglin, think this is a game
Let our words not be in vain; and remember
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
That was trickery, treachery; damn they was treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya understand
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya understand
[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
Uhh, uhh, ya understand
Ya understand, and we represent the one
Yeah, yeah
In the name our lord and savior Jesus Christ, yes indeed
You know what it is, one true God
Yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh...
We gon' call this song "Trickery and Treachery"
and man that's how these motherfuckers do
Man we gon' gear up these muh'fuckin soldiers man
Man up, fuck it do what you do
[Bizzy Bone]
Tell 'em that it's the trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces, been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, man up, yeah
Proud of the mental methodical mind hunter
Another game slumber game sleep if you wanna
Man up from unknown places when it's simple to be in love
Chromosomes broke down wonder is stuck
But when enough is enough, and it's tough
Throughout the roughest where the red wolves huff and they puff
Hey little Bizzy keep they head strong, cry now, can't even cuff
You understand it ain't no question, come up
What is the purpose of the physical lust? So the barricade can bust
Braids shaved ain't no bitches in us, we don't believe in no luck
But that's the word game, can't even cuff
Ya understand it ain't no question come up, ya understand
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya better tell 'em
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up
[Bizzy Bone]
Back up in the saddle with my homies down in the cattle
Black boots, my fatigues and a satchel
Keep my eye up on the motherfuckin twos and the sixes
Get the fuck in the car, and put ya mind on the one-time bitches
You better know who the fuck we are, soldiers now
Fuck they try to figure me out, it's my style
But I was born with the jewel of a child
And it better be women around, I don't give a fuck if she wild
Ya fuckin with me? I tell her quickly bitch sit down, get down
You know I'm known to clown around and get around
That's the word praise God spirit
Shake your motherfuckin stick when the evil get on ya nerves, ya heard?
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up
[Bizzy Bone]
Wanna crawl up out ya spiritual grave, if you a slave
to the wicked it's the critical mystical get out the way
Bitch, I'm gettin paid, whatever they say, shake the dust
Movin in (Heaven'z Movie), in God we trust
Back to (The Gift), let's get 'em lifted right now
Don't get caught up in the liquid, do da thang my mayne
What if I told you this was spiritual, not in yo' brain
Spread love baby break that chain
Pay attention to the laws, wash yo' drawers by hand if you have to
Praise God always all day before and after
Then take it to the tabernacle, cleanse that body
Learn the happiness and freedom that you felt from ya mommy
Heavenly Father they are gigglin, think this is a game
Let our words not be in vain; and remember
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
That was trickery, treachery; damn they was treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya understand
That's trickery, treachery; damn they treacherous
This is gettin biblical baby nobody F'in us
Seen a lot of faces and been through so many phases
Give me Cristal baby man up, ya understand
[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
Uhh, uhh, ya understand
Ya understand, and we represent the one
Yeah, yeah
In the name our lord and savior Jesus Christ, yes indeed
You know what it is, one true God
Yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh...
Bald Head Horse Man Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro]
One-one-one-one, mic check one
Gallopin to a hood near you, one time
Bald head...
And you know what I'm talkin about doin
I'm talkin about handlin this business here
[Bizzy Bone]
They can never play me with they mystical readings
It's the bald head horse man, evil retreatin
One steppin up in the party for the {?}, patiently on a mission
I spread love, that's my family's tradition
Been on a mission as I'm lookin out for these enemies
Ain't no pretend-to-be's, dons of the game they playin centipede
Old school bring it close and serious now
Origin-al, with the mirac-al, to bow down
And tell the sixes that we comin to get 'em
unleashed by the disaster and you see these
little brothers thinkin they weathered the bible's evil-minded women
But the chicks never had me shook
They thought they had the good cookie
until they hooked up with the cookie crook
Whoa, give them a rose, and give you one for your jewels and such
So pay attention little playa cause this means so much
Yeah, one time for they mind
Hol-la back, little motherfucker, hahaha
[Interlude]
Bald head horse man, horse man
It's the bald head horse man
Gallopin to a hood near you
It's the bald head horse man...
Breaker breaker breaker breaker breaker
Tune in, link in with us, we'd like to speak with you
[Bizzy Bone]
Came back from the cold world, the people have the iris walkin
Came back with a blessin, now I'm strained from the heart I'ma talkin
.. Been flippin out like I'm Dominique Dawkins
The only trick in war was workin out on my ego often
My flight is paid on the chicken hawkin
I don't work for evil so how the fuck they think I'ma mess with they people
They done read the book of demons, man what a slut
And then they only, heh - do your knowledge to the bitch, so what
And I'm about the kitten so what, and it won't even show up
I tell the wicked army that the father up in Heaven with us
We claimin one true God, one these bitch-ass demons
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit is be the reason
[Interlude]
It's the bald head horse man, yeah
It's the bald head...
It's the bald head horse man, horse man
Yup...
[Bizzy Bone]
Let me make a declaration, a declaration
For motherfuckers to know so there's no more indication
And it's no more battle station unless it comes from within
And this is the way we do it, pour out your cup on the sin
Fuck grindin and hustlin - and to keep the dudes
up off the stage while I'm shakin my stick, I've had enough of them
Ride past the enemy, smilin and laughin
I heard a bitch grabbed her homie, and I ride right past him
But, ha, pussy motherfucker have to bury me
Jesus Christ carry me, only God care for me
{?}, nobody comin woodward with animals
Sorta like Noah's Ark, the people here be like cannibals
I figured the war was so important that I give 'em the rules
But be sell out to bail out, in the moment of dues
The time is tickin, it's considered the doom
And the money that you possess as we possessed in the womb
Shhh, calm down, you gon' whisper the loom
I represent the one true God, jump over the broom
Mazel tov, motherfucker
Yeah y-yeah y-y-y-yeah
[Outro]
Horse man, horse man, it's the bald head
It's the bald head horse man, horse man
Of course man, breaker breaker one-nine we're in tune again
We heard you, we heard you, we heard you
Holler back, one true God
In the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ [fades out]
One-one-one-one, mic check one
Gallopin to a hood near you, one time
Bald head...
And you know what I'm talkin about doin
I'm talkin about handlin this business here
[Bizzy Bone]
They can never play me with they mystical readings
It's the bald head horse man, evil retreatin
One steppin up in the party for the {?}, patiently on a mission
I spread love, that's my family's tradition
Been on a mission as I'm lookin out for these enemies
Ain't no pretend-to-be's, dons of the game they playin centipede
Old school bring it close and serious now
Origin-al, with the mirac-al, to bow down
And tell the sixes that we comin to get 'em
unleashed by the disaster and you see these
little brothers thinkin they weathered the bible's evil-minded women
But the chicks never had me shook
They thought they had the good cookie
until they hooked up with the cookie crook
Whoa, give them a rose, and give you one for your jewels and such
So pay attention little playa cause this means so much
Yeah, one time for they mind
Hol-la back, little motherfucker, hahaha
[Interlude]
Bald head horse man, horse man
It's the bald head horse man
Gallopin to a hood near you
It's the bald head horse man...
Breaker breaker breaker breaker breaker
Tune in, link in with us, we'd like to speak with you
[Bizzy Bone]
Came back from the cold world, the people have the iris walkin
Came back with a blessin, now I'm strained from the heart I'ma talkin
.. Been flippin out like I'm Dominique Dawkins
The only trick in war was workin out on my ego often
My flight is paid on the chicken hawkin
I don't work for evil so how the fuck they think I'ma mess with they people
They done read the book of demons, man what a slut
And then they only, heh - do your knowledge to the bitch, so what
And I'm about the kitten so what, and it won't even show up
I tell the wicked army that the father up in Heaven with us
We claimin one true God, one these bitch-ass demons
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit is be the reason
[Interlude]
It's the bald head horse man, yeah
It's the bald head...
It's the bald head horse man, horse man
Yup...
[Bizzy Bone]
Let me make a declaration, a declaration
For motherfuckers to know so there's no more indication
And it's no more battle station unless it comes from within
And this is the way we do it, pour out your cup on the sin
Fuck grindin and hustlin - and to keep the dudes
up off the stage while I'm shakin my stick, I've had enough of them
Ride past the enemy, smilin and laughin
I heard a bitch grabbed her homie, and I ride right past him
But, ha, pussy motherfucker have to bury me
Jesus Christ carry me, only God care for me
{?}, nobody comin woodward with animals
Sorta like Noah's Ark, the people here be like cannibals
I figured the war was so important that I give 'em the rules
But be sell out to bail out, in the moment of dues
The time is tickin, it's considered the doom
And the money that you possess as we possessed in the womb
Shhh, calm down, you gon' whisper the loom
I represent the one true God, jump over the broom
Mazel tov, motherfucker
Yeah y-yeah y-y-y-yeah
[Outro]
Horse man, horse man, it's the bald head
It's the bald head horse man, horse man
Of course man, breaker breaker one-nine we're in tune again
We heard you, we heard you, we heard you
Holler back, one true God
In the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ [fades out]
Seeing Things Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga
We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!
[Bizzy Bone]
Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he started flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer
with a double-edge pump and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck
[Interlude: Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker... nigga
These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section bitch
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you...
[Bizzy Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)
[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
Bitch (I keep on seein things)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)
[Bizzy Bone]
Little Confucious for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
The foul sinnin the killin now
and then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the battlefield
[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all these demons (It was all a...)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)
And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out]
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga
We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!
[Bizzy Bone]
Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he started flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer
with a double-edge pump and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck
[Interlude: Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker... nigga
These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section bitch
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you...
[Bizzy Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)
[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
Bitch (I keep on seein things)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)
[Bizzy Bone]
Little Confucious for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
The foul sinnin the killin now
and then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the battlefield
[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all these demons (It was all a...)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)
And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out]
BB Da Thug Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
To the Lord's visionares, mm-mm-mm
Dyin in the struggle (yeah)
Rest In Peace, that's my A.K.A. nigga
Y'all don't feel me
[Bizzy Bone]
See I was born in the womb, beatin down my mom's walls
Now in the 90's you can find 'em makin a chronic call
Definitely I need a blunt, come fill it up with some bud
East double 99 for life, ain't none of y'all fuckin with us
There I was with the Thugs, bustin and pullin out broke-ass guns
Tryna bluff my way, hey, I pistol-whip on shit
I'm still number one - runnin the click
and fuckin wit a, pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb
Buckin wit a 55 chance, Bizzy off in your city
Ready to dance with these itchy-ass, hands
And Bizzy on the off-ramp just cause I'm thuggin
Shit this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin
But I don't give a fuck, I'm puffin onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
I keep my gun and make the money and that's for my baby son
What a creation in my life, I think he's a thug
And there I was, fuckin with the Thuggsta Lay'
with Flesh workin feedin the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A
Better believe indeed, I got somethin up under my sleeve
Connected to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed
It's deja vu whenever I'm with you
I could smoke on forever, ain't it true that I do?
I can feel it inside, I can't explain how I feel
Remember when my neighbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal
Learn to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle
In the 'Land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows when we'll die, it still maintain through the rough
I be the first to give my life, my life - BB da thug
To the Lord's visionares, mm-mm-mm
Dyin in the struggle (yeah)
Rest In Peace, that's my A.K.A. nigga
Y'all don't feel me
[Bizzy Bone]
See I was born in the womb, beatin down my mom's walls
Now in the 90's you can find 'em makin a chronic call
Definitely I need a blunt, come fill it up with some bud
East double 99 for life, ain't none of y'all fuckin with us
There I was with the Thugs, bustin and pullin out broke-ass guns
Tryna bluff my way, hey, I pistol-whip on shit
I'm still number one - runnin the click
and fuckin wit a, pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb
Buckin wit a 55 chance, Bizzy off in your city
Ready to dance with these itchy-ass, hands
And Bizzy on the off-ramp just cause I'm thuggin
Shit this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin
But I don't give a fuck, I'm puffin onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
I keep my gun and make the money and that's for my baby son
What a creation in my life, I think he's a thug
And there I was, fuckin with the Thuggsta Lay'
with Flesh workin feedin the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A
Better believe indeed, I got somethin up under my sleeve
Connected to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed
It's deja vu whenever I'm with you
I could smoke on forever, ain't it true that I do?
I can feel it inside, I can't explain how I feel
Remember when my neighbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal
Learn to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle
In the 'Land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows when we'll die, it still maintain through the rough
I be the first to give my life, my life - BB da thug
Beauty (You Just A Rose) Lyrics – Bizzy Bone
[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
[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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