Альбом Bizzy Bone

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Yeah
Studio rap productions (this is how we ride)
Uh (and this is how we ride, seventh sign)

[Verse 1]
My seventh sign niggaz still in that thang a dang
Knelt down come around my way
That's how we monster mash
Sip that crown all day everyday
Hey, hey and then I'll be pay-e-yayd
Fresh out of them carcus mountains
Fountain of youth viking the future and truth
The revolution of runaway slave don't stop 'til the execution
I'm rappin, workin for my people don't beg for no restitution
Bizzy be khaki'd up baby dust a mink
You gotta love me cuase I'm ghetto fabulous
What do you think, half breed rock the mic
Seven don't rock no pig I'm giving the people what they like
I've heard of murder but I don't know nothing
Like 'ternal clink, sink
I ain't had a drink in four motherfuckin weeks
I'm gonna go split my dome, what do you think
You better believe it

[Chorus]
I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to fight, and we can
Bang, bang all day (all day), all night (all night)
All night (all night), this is how we ride
This is how we ride
And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight
So we can bang, bang all day (all day)
All night (all night, all night) this is how we ride
This is how we ride, (this is how we ride)

[Verse 2]
Puerto Ricans call me papi cholo stop drop
Pop in the blunt black mafioso
Bullets be rellellen through you fucks
Gotta a cop coppin a co-co
The block is hotter than lava
My nigga dial it this is devotion, holla
One of thee broke heart rapper
Your hatred is gasoline my words are vitamin mena
You need to shut your mouth and mind your manners
Gettin high since I was nine
Dead homies, I could still smell pine
And wether I twist my tongue or not
Little Bizzy still gonna shine
So re-lax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down to murderous music from me
Check out my new thang please
Don't let 'em rap they whack
Don't know how to move thangs, pack
Or playin in stadiums, third markets
I threw thangs back
And I'm the rebel that made it rappin 'bout crack
Read many books to elevate my levels
So the words would match I am the fresh batch
Bakery, seasons veteran kesh
Now let me ride, gotta thank God just for saving a wretch
So y'all come on

[Chorus]
I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to fight, and we can
Bang, bang all day (all day), all night (all night)
All night (all night), this is how we ride
This is how we ride
And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight
So we can bang, bang all day (all day)
All night (all night, all night) and this is how we ride
This is how we ride, (this is how we ride)

[Verse 3]
Bizzy ain't never made no honor roll
Dope dealin and dropped out
Got addicted to money can't stop it
This is what it's all about
Drunk, yellin "Geronimo" here foo
Seven is jumpin with me black limo window tinted
Roll it down let 'em smell that sticky
This Bizzy the Kid let the prescense come
Graze your city I refuse to go back to funerals
Niggaz be dying to quickly
Cause the knuckle heads get buckled
I know they comin to get me in my life
Like I'm blackula only the lights been with me
Here we go into the king elected by the people
I gotta grip on things I'm watching evil
You know my steez plus believe that I'm gone with it
From dusk to dawn you could ask the matradi
Bizzy got that Filet Mignon
I don't need no empathy play the track
As I control the symphony
Gotta get my monopoly property of that nigga Bizzy
Thought he was hard and got his jaw brought
Bitch I can pass out, get up, start rappin and have it all locked

[Chorus]
I'm not afraid to die
And I'm not afraid to fight, and we can
Bang, bang all day (all day), all night (all night)
All night (all night), this is how we ride
This is how we ride
And I'm not afraid to die, and I'm not afraid to fight
So we can bang, bang all day (all day)
All night (all night, all night) this is how we ride
This is how we ride, (this is how we ride)

[Chorus]
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for (seventh sign master mind)
You Krayzie (Bizzy the Kid the midwest cowboy)
But the widow tried to play me (play me)

[Verse 1]
Home in front of my vaugh
They say Bizzy he think he Pac
Passin out on stage Rollin Stones was shocked
Bizzy the Kid grippin this baby makers
Tellin the whole story
Runnin from cops
Bustin shots smack the top with a forty
I'm never gonna pop
I'm never going back to Ruthless
Stick to the block
You better believe it
And I'm sorry to the fans of Bone
But I'm bently, Adi Faus, and drop tops
Lou Gary, swisher sweet
And that's the way that we monster mash
Homies gonna respect my gangster
Watch the way we count the cash
Bang the gang
Seventh sign
Twenty seven, seven years
Looking young feelin fit
And I don't have to depress the crypt
I don't need no make-up neither
I don't want you to touch my hair
I just wanna reflow in sickness
Making money everywhere
I don't wanna have prop appeal
I wanna work with real niggaz
Real biggas
Trill niggaz
Rappin with only ill niggaz
Seventh sign crack the seal
Niggaz make you wanna kill niggaz
Crack the steal pedal to the metal
Master dash and gash

[Chorus]
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for you Krayzie
But the widow tried to play me (play me)

[Verse 2]
I am the general realin incredible better than
Ten year veteran
Off in the cut with a cup of essence
Feel the prescense, spread the message
Never no evidence, ain't no best friends
Shut up and handle your business
This the new thang, the true thang
Seventh sign's how we doing thangs
Gangster parties, smokin and drinkin
Puttin on my dancin shoes
How to get that money right
Pay me and I'll come dance for you
Stay the night and bend your broad
While I'm talkin in turns
Let me swallow that, it tastes like peaches
Must have been a mango blunt
Follow that, I am the future
Evolution of elevation
Knowledge is the power
We shall over come the hatred
With double barrels and rucas
Inscripted like an egyptian
Incripted like lyrical lucifer
Seventh sign conta, seventh sign boy
You done put that Anjo when I met from sancroy
Sucka
Dip it out like Ice Cube
Skip it out like Dr. Dre
Follow the foot steps of rich niggaz
Bitch niggaz and I'm on my way

[Chorus]
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for you Krayzie
But the widow tried to play me (play me) x2

[Verse 3]
These are my truest villains
People are fake as hell
Women don't turn me down
Feel me like they feelin brown
I'd rather be David Ruffin
I don't wanna be Odis Williams
I don't wanna be brew needer
Smokin chronic, drinkin gin and bitch
You ain't everybody
We were the perfect group ha
Promise you broke us up y'all
Bizzy always tells the truth ha
Ain't you a liar, ain't you
You are the venemous snake (ha)
To bad none of the homies got bitten
Hell yeah I wrote this for all L.A. huh
Any rapper wants to battle
Wanna see who goes the fastest
I don't have to study or nothing
I'm a leave that up to you actors
I don't be the source to the vine
When I'm up in Barns and Nobles
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Seventh sign soldiers
Standin in my gangsta pose
Shop as a cobra
Look in a mind of a mad man
Medicated with doja
I'm mutilatin this roll call
No metaphor
And the rappin is real
Let it be the hook
Fuck a Jimmit
If I die will you kill, nigga

[Chorus 'til fade]
Wish I would a died for you baby
I would a died for you Layzie
I would a died for you Krayzie
But the widow tried to play me (play me)

[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
Murdah is out of control
Murdah just let it blow (It blow)
Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga

[Bizzy Bone]
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver
The villian is still in effect
And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct
Hey, what I'ma chastise my
momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept
Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon
Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja
Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came
Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of
fact I'ma do mine all day
I don't sniff coke, I like to make money
Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin
Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga
Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile
Capo, my nigga what
Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse
I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...

And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."

[Chorus]

-Prince Rasu-
Be careful as fuck, baby, take precaution fo' sho'
They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire off a Calico
Bastard, I'm a animal
My guradians was avenues
My Lord be my shepherd, but my swarms for collatoral
Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots,
Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, its time to take my own stand
Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens
Pumpin the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death
I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul
Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord
Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down
Ride with the 7th Sign
Violate, we gone clown
Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown
Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog
This is my town, your town

[Chorus]

[Josiah Rasu]
Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass
Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious
Then heart attack,
missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at
Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them
souljahs come marchin in
You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up
Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper
I ain't scared to die
I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so
I'ma stay real until my heart stop
My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life
I am the light, and if you miss us then u misses haven't heard of murder
Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa
Than I, there was no cap peelas

[Chorus]

[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters
Analyzin' we done plottin'
Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage
Ransom, trillion dollars
Low tolerence
Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's
The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime
Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down,
follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed
Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground
Told you we ain't fuckin' around
Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account
Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank
Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal
Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity
Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please
We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell no
Call us the money makers, pullin' capers
Baby momma need that paper
Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato
Only gets greater later
Better believe in playa haters, see

[Chorus]

[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
[gun cocked and a gunshot]
Waitin' on the bail whiles I sittin' in the county jail
Question my intuition "What have I gotten myself into this time?"
One of those situations change your whole outlook on life
Despite the hardships we shall overcome, victorious
7th Sign Regime, the most notorious thugs you ever seen
Holdin' the lead, follow me, my nigga as we ride front, back, and side to side
Ladies jockin, keep on bobbin' your head
Like the way we rock it? Yeah, bitch! [police sirens]

Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what? Bring yellow niggas back in style B

-Bizzy Bone-
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers
Momma was cheatin' and sleepin' with somebody elses nigga
A bastard is born quick, Lil' B got half sisters
Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my niggas die quickly
Speak from the spirit, they comin' with me
And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry
Club niggas is yuppies, guppies fuckin' these little baby puppies
Fresh outta prison, nigga rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less
Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky
So why you muggin' me thug, you really ain't buggin' me bitch
And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
I want to move out of this country, get away from motherfuckers
Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery
7th Sign, nigga

-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus-
Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust
God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)
Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride till we meet out demise

-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we really here up against obsticles
I'm a radical, killer Capo-Confuscious, throw up my fist if we compatible
No love? Fuck it, then let's battle
Ammo explode, machine gun rattle
Everybody scatter, hysterical
Sirens, police patrol (Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back controllin' the streets
Probablly some real niggas, got me heated, state your beef
These bitches need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other cheek
Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do
Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute
Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up
Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get fucked

-Chorus-

-Prince Rasu-
United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawns
In the same 'hood shit, got niggas from Compton to Africa on that thug shit
Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis
I can't love shit unless the fullest extent is given
I'm above this deception, I know they intentions
Weapons of thug shit if ever they step out of line
From ashes to dust, bitch! Ride, never been far from the grave, since the murder, never been afraid
My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed
Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death
And ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed
Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed
Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever

-Chorus-

It's another studio rap production
Let's do this baby
Please believe it
Another studio rap (seventh sign) production
(You know how it goes) all the time baby
Yeah, hmmm

[Chorus]
Yeah, where would I be without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life (all my life)

[Verse 1]
Let the caprice blow, sunroof
Roll in the wind, sippin on something saucy
Smokin on something so fit
Reppin the seven to the fullest
Give me bullets and clips, niggaz is trippin on me
I can like the kid its a bitch, but when I needs my niggaz
I hope they don't fall off
This is as real as it gets
Who gonna see if he saw
I've been guerilla stomped, turned into a killa from that
I seen his family, damn glad that I had my strap
Because I went about it
And I don't talk about it, shot so many niggaz
In the nineties, its a blessing they didn't find me
I could floss if I wanna nigga
Fuck your bitch
That bitch a manimal
Back up a (?) so I could dick
Fuck curteous, do you think I'm stupid
Punk bitch
I understand you put it on Capo Confuscious
I don't give a fuck about no Ruthless
I never talk about Bone
Get your thug on, pass the hennesey and

[Chorus]
They got me without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life (all my life)

[Verse 2]
She got a solo artist, so I do solo shit
That's just the way it is
You like the way that the money's drippin
Up off the lips, word hustler
World wide, all the way to Cali
Clear to the other side (other side)
Daddies havin death raw
Bizzy the Kid, remember
That I used to hop the fence with Hope and Heather
We was kidnapped, so they gave us therapy
I used to play mouse trap
And sty psychiatristy stares at me
A new millenium, and yes I'm old school
All religion, and shit you need when your family was
All locked up in prison
It's like forgetting Pac
Everyone forgot Jock, don't trust my nigga T-Roc (T-Roc)
I've been in Los Scandulous in the tree tops
niggaz blowin blood as the cherry lime six four drop
Side to side with the lean and the door sole back
That's how we drive when another person's comin back
You better believe it

[Chorus]
Where would I be without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life (all my life)

[Verse 3]
You better believe it, ain't no fairy tale
Don't nobody pay my motherfuckin bail
I'm going to jail, with a stomach full of hennesey
Ecstasy pills only do it once, you only live once
For real, fuck it snort the cocaine
Give me a drink right out the bottle, if you give me a germ
It ain't nothin my girl can't swallow, cause it's the first of the word
Is this the crossroads, you niggaz is lost souls
I am in the arrow stuck in the crossbow
Suckered to many things, I did it but all on my own
Liquor, was always loaded, but niggaz was always gone
Don't need me no sheisty shit, don't need me no feisty bitch
niggaz is (?) fuck cause she'll murder you with the quietness
She'll murder you with the quietness!

[Chorus]
Where would I be without my niggaz
I love my niggaz, I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never fight my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life
All my niggaz, I love my niggaz
I can do it all alone
But your my, I would never bite my niggaz
I hype my niggaz, just continue right my niggaz
Your all my life (all my life)

[Chorus]
Yeah
The world ain't yours yeah
The wor-or-or-or-orld (the wor-or-or-or-old)
Better prepare for war
Better prepare for war
Better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war

[Verse 1]
Better prepare, betta be ready for whatever
Little B still be gettin sturdy and eleventh in the ghetto
Down in Columbus I stay thuggish ruggish
Smashin the pedal, throwin up the seven
On these playa haters, blast the (?)
Little boy been poppin all the crude oil
Off in the ghetto we don't know nothin about it
Cause half of these brothers can't be loyal
Bitch you be sippin on hennesey, remember me
But I'm inside the twenty third century
Givin the best of me
Evidently this is real, but it don't barely feel
Let's do the (??), quick 'fore I get killed
It's just a battle field, it's how it's going down
I don't wanna be twistin the (?)
As I come around, better watch your back
And don't be scared, youngster
This is the gangster party, and who me Bizzy the thugster
Call me Kamikaze, I won't even speak about Illuminati
Welcome to Babylon, hell, I need to speak to Tommy

[Chorus]
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war

[Verse 2]
Gotta get the drink and be thinkin she fin up in the car
Karlos Shamar Davis, 2-Pac, and Biggie Smalls
Eric Wright, one of the four fathers of gangster shhh
He one of the ones that got me in, y'all know what it is
One time for Left Eye, put your hands up
My little daughter really a makin me man up
Oh Lillian, I think I fallen down the steps 'bout a million
That's the way I'm feelin here
What about Bone Thugs, if you really wanna know
Gotta keep it movin, keep it goin, cause I ain't no ho
Cocked in the streets with them, bustin jack move
This game is all about business now let this track through
Slap boxed with the biggest brother and make the big boy fall
For y'all motherruckers, my foster brother got shot
In on of his eyes, I guess Jehovah ain't want Tracky to die
Come on

[Chorus]
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war

[Verse 3]
How dumb would I be if I sold her the (?)
Just because women'll swallow you
How dumb would I be if I hit you with battles
And niggaz beggining the story, I've been in a trap
In Columbus Ohio, like smile now thug world
Drunk and I'm buck wild and if you done better enjoy the (???)
I comin to (??) ready and proud what the world say
Y'all live about that keep on keepin on heh heh
Little B boy with a blemish off comin crack
My seventh signs niggaz weed me I could smoke a pack
Gotta give my to sign finish the ghetto man
Since elementary I've been rappin just stayin Bizzy
A couple of sissys in the long run give me some
Lets make this conversation keep it were it sayin
Welcome to Babylon, we in the universe
You know my name dog they call me Bizzy y'all
Thug world ghetto church

[Chorus]
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war
Hey the world (the world) ain't yours
The wor-or-or-or-orld
These last days you better prepare for war
You better prepare for war

Shit- heh, friends- heh
A friends come and go I done learned that shit
Either through death or money issues
Or you know what I mean just time and space
Family sometimes you the biggest enemies man
Heh shit

Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man

You better believe it you see me
How we creeped up out of Cleveland get your money baby
If not I'm gonna break even I won't let you play me
Your game ain't even season
It's that thuggish ruggish Bone I hope you know
Little B the reason see you creepin baby
But what are you really seekin
Are you weak, don't believe in me, believe in Jesus
I'm a freak, but baby that's for life
And all the weak I'm goin deep, and I can roll deeper than you
Half breed rock the mics to survive
And I might not make it out alive I'm spittin to save my life
Tryin a make it right welcome to the world that we live
And all that I did was crawl up out the stuff for my kids
So rest in peace to Little Eazy
But your paper work was sleazy and the black widow was horny
Baby was gettin greedy my boys is 'posed to be watching my back
Load up the guns and let's attack
But ain't nobody tryin to feel me with stack
For my baby's

Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I've returned, I've returned

Better bring my money baby nobody is gonna stop me
I'll fill 'em up with that hot shit
Bullets all in your body better watch me wicked posse
Yeah, automatic shotguns half of these rappers talkin
Ain't none of 'em ever popped one
Little kid from South View who would've thought that I'd make it
And the people ain't behind me my family's kinda freakish
That thuggish ruggish, nigga from Columbus
And this is the way we play spread your rumors
I just love it do it all day everyday
Ride to the rythme of the nickel put the pen in the pack now
And I know you fear me, I done been there
Done that, run that, fun that covered around
And let me kill 'em with the venom we killin 'em with the sound
Every city, every little bitty town
Everybody wanna break me down
Nobody gonna take me down East 99 has been abandoned
Cleveland they show me love, they still wonderin how
I made it up outta the famine better believe it baby, baby
Should a listened to my people, still runnin from demons and evil
War

Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I've returned, I've returned

I'm sick of the drama, sick of havin beef with my momma
And beef with my sisters my brother got murdered
Over marijuana bless the bewilders
Strugglin, hustlin all of my life, watching my back
They already tried to murder me twice
I smoke the herb that I like, I never done coke in my life
We buy but I lie if I did it I'd tell entertainment tonight
Ain't no slackin in my rack it ain't no shame in the game
It ain't no slippin and the pimpin ain't no crack on the brain
You gotta be jealous of me and my fellas
Ain't that what they tell us sell us anything
We helpless give me a little bit faq and help us
We strugglin, jugglin, thugglin, hustlin, thuggin up in the club
No one to talk to, you step on his shoes
You really fucked up, poppa you was a roller
But his pockets are all swollen, you met the dope man
And now we on the block ask who told 'em
Sell 'em some soap man that's for all the times you played me
Old man this is your son with a blunt and a gun
Check out my slow jam

Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I'm a go get strong, return a better man
Those that love me if you leave me
I understand, made some bad decisions in my life
I understand, raise my right hand up to God
Right where I stand
I've returned, I've returned

[Intro]
Seventh sign mastermind in full effect, please believe it
All you suckas didn't need his death, all you playa hatas
Yell out Q-Tommy's shit, fuck a ravance angry bitch
Seventh Sign nigga, DOA nigga, Capo Confuscious, Little Razul
Josiah, Patience, Baby Fil, Nina Ross, Olay Aloha and
My sisters in heaven

[Intro-Background]
Y'all ain't ready for this shit, y'all know what it is
{Laughs} That's, that's, that's, that's, that's how we play..
How we play...ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we..
That's how we play, that's how, that's how we play..
Yeah...ooh we, ooh we, that's how we..
That's how we play

[Intro-Background]
Y'all know what it is nigga, fuck these niggaz
Who do not believe in what the fuck
The seventh sign, who do, you motherfuckers, I need
None of you motherfuckers, put it on me motherfucker
Put it one me, It's how we play motherfuckers
Comin' to get you niggaz

[Chorus]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..

[Verse 1]
Give me an ounce for three fifty
Nigga need a quick divorce, my niggaz keep tellin me
What they keep sayin about being the source
Well I don't read magazines
Nigga that's just erentation
Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education
Little do they know about wha, wha, wha
Little do they know about who, who, who
Little do they know about me, me, me
Eaze, and tell about you, you, you
Ain't no time to be trippin the women
Cause women will grab you get caught up 'n shot
Little niggaz them bitches are yours, so slap on a rubber
And beat up the cat, little niggaz y'all so horny
Only got your car for broads, how could I be hatin
When y'all are the fakest niggaz I've ever saw
Y'all rollin with snitches, I don't know no snitches
I roll with real niggaz 'til they fall off
Gotta pick them up 'fore they lose they briches
And I feel my children love me
Daddy gots to do more better
Balance help me makin money, and spendin more time with them
With them, with them, stack up in the middle
Play me like fiddle, feel "B" like everyday
Don't be fickle motherfuckers

[Chorus]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..

[Verse 2]
Wouldn't it be better if we could just choose the future
Blood mixed up common fusion, thug picked up outta people
No Ruthless, no medusa see I got jacked in Beverly Hills
Still I keeps it real, very selective
Wanna just smoke and chill
See I'm a veteran all the grenade launchers won't cost me much
Anyone can get extort, yeah nigga you can get touched
Hot did on my third in the burbs
I was ridin' around with my sisters baby's father
Double barrel shotgun say word
Ready or not here come my words
Steady or not that shit's absurd
I already got me all prater
Hop on the block hittin all my nerves
This is the life style of that prick sellin been forcified
Niggaz don't let him lie to y'all
I'm a tell the truth on mine, and I really wanna war
Catch us in early wires, open the door
These rappers is scared as hell
What you frontin for, he got his entourauge
He got his bag of weed, it's just the way it is
Little Bizzy takes the lead

[Chorus]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..

[Verse 3]
Whatever, whatever, we got to get cheddar, I'm better with money
Been runnin around with a gun in the skull
And yo one of my buddies not dippin the swisher and none (?)
Nobody's the best and you better believe it
And leave it alone, 'lone
I'm a tell y'all all my secrets, son of a mistress, carry on
Out of the foster home been raised all of my freaky ways
Burn my collection of porn but I don't want no strays
What about church folk stressin that I should change
If you life I'm a live my life
Without the lies and let me pray for change
And I keep the pimp cup, I don't wanna blow the pimps up
Cause my fathers father was pimpin
And he left all of his children checkin
I don't have to respect it, and you don't have to respect it
Give me my space, and I'm a give you yours
It's my profession nigga, it ain't a game
Y'all can pop the collar, it'd be some drama in the parkin lot
Seventh sign poppin your column
One for the money, holla
Two for the deep, playas
It's the way we play impalas nigga y'all can (?)

[Chorus-Until fade]
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah (that's how we play...)
It's how we play, yeah
That's how we play..

[Intro]
Yeah, ha, that's what I'm talkin' about y'all
(All in together now, now)
It's another studio rap production
(What are you doing to me)
Please believe me, yeah come on baby
(I like the way she do's it)
Let me show 'em how we do it
(And she loves the way I does it)

[Chorus]
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say

[Verse 1]
You can ride it all night, feel the erection deep in your section
I gotta pocket full of protection, she's sleepin'
I'm cookin' breakfast, heh
Still gettin' followed by those hip-hop fans
It ain't a thang for me to get swallowed, I get zip-hop head
Let me be your baby daddy, I keep sprayin'
And please don't be that misunderstood, I'm from the hood
It'll be good to be dead, talk about taste that
Get it on, don't waste that, eat it all, like asap
Video recorded, watch how we play it back
Did it all, like way back, live it up, and lay back
Soon as I reach my climax, hit the weed, and freak the black
Lookin' at me while I'm countin' this money stacks
So sexy, your man be cryin' and don't he say yeah
You could get the best of me, watch my back
You could take charge, while we in the car
Gon' make me lick that ass, be in your stomach
And nervous you heart, talk about taste that, get it all
Don't waste that, eat it all, like asap
Video recorded, watch how we play it back

[Chorus]
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say

[Verse 2]
How many people have slept in your bed, it's one of my questions
Please, that's why we at the hotel
Respect the presidential suite, eatin' up all of my strawberry's
Drinkin' up all of my good Belvi
With a pocket full of magnum rubbers, double XL
That's what they tell me, anything, like "B" I love you
Baby you know you lyin', you only know Bizzy, you don't know Brian
You think that my bud is to soft, I see you cryin' pitiful
And don't get mad, you fuck 'em for strictly physical
I fucked you with spiritual, up, my baby's mommas
And she know who she is
And she can never come get that taste again
I'm comin' to get my rim, but I think you know this
And I got people in the streets wonderin'
How'd you ever get close to one of my fortresses
I gave you marriage, didn't know what to do with it
Confused on top of the stick shift
Didn't know how to work my clutch knit whit
And I tried to teach the taste of temptation
To take the ticket, I had to leave you
As soon as you pulled that trigger, you so wicked

[Chorus]
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say

[Verse 3]
Here's the words, I love you like the Felatio baby
Don't smother, we came at the same time, uhh, you like that
Each silouette she teach pilouette eat me wrong
Don't you rock that, little freaky deaky, sneak in the back
Of the four door, you like that, won't you try that
Let me put it up in the door...Roooh!...to the 'lation
Elevation take us standin' with wickeness
Tendecies candle wick and it's hot, you got me shakin'
Soon as I'm finished, I roll up some spinach
And fillish the village my niggaz, and killas
And dealas, got a low down work, and the bitch was mysterious
Somebody wanna kill us, MOB like bail, bitch
I'm best when I'm thuggin', check my energy out of the retro
And I'm thuggin' in Columbus, yeah, long live the king
And the queen, but our whole regime, and a beam
From tipsy bitches, flip these tipsy bitches, lets split
Man a bitch can cut me, fuck my homies
Be a dyke and spike my hennesey, it gotta be satan testin' me
Only God control my destiny
And your other nigga don't impress me
Watch suckas for the lust of that deadly, meadly
Love me, let's be friends, let's be friends
Uhh, yeah

[Chorus]
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say
All in together now (now, now, now)
What are you doing to me (to me, to me)
I like the way she do's it
And she loves the way I does it
Makes a brotha really wanna say

[Big B-Intro]
Mirror mirror mirror on the wall, tell me whos the greatest motherfucker of em all. Mirror mirror mirror on the wall, tell me whos the greatest
motherfucker of em all.

[Bizzy Bone-(Big B)-Chorus]
Everywhere I go everybody know cause its around and around we go
Everywhere I go everybody know and its around and around we go (Around and around, we
go)
Everywhere I go everybody know and its around and around we go (Around and around)
Everywhere I go everybody know and its around and around we go
(Around and around, we go)

[Bizzy Bone]
I wanna see your body, I wanna see it baby
Let's get it crackin mommie, you gotta take your time with Bizzy
Seen it in your eyes how you want me, my
baby Beyoncé was sweatin on stage, the vision still haunts me
Needa let me wipe that off, where your Jigga at? Find me in the hood where my niggas at
(Excuse me miss) Shit I can hit it better, hold up don't get mad Jigga you did it to Nas baby moms, member?
What goes around comes around, cause I
believe in karma let me wifey that and you can have my baby momma
Puffy my man, you know what it is, you know what it was, you know what you did just
because
It's Bizzy The Kid, original hip hop thug
I heard that Mya was on fire now shes all grown up
Old Halle Barry, I asked you to marry me and you
passed
You don't remember me from first class? And this is the way I'ma hit it from the back

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]
Readin the Ebony and Toni Braxton, you gon' make me stalk you girl
Bizzy go to jail and you just up and change your whole world
You finally got someone
to love you, complimentin your style
When yall got married I was in my cell, goin wild
Rippin the posters off the wall, I had to be detained
Shoulda been happy for you but baby I'm slightly insane
I hope you still got that thang that I gave you
And if you ever needed a friend I put on my cape and
come save you, please believe
Momma I wanna sing, I know I can do it it ain't a thing
Been married to music since I was thirteen
My baby momma tried to
kill me fo' sho
And I ain't wit my baby momma no mo
Remember Peanuts like a secret society, better be quite Dee, I won't tell
My lesbian sisters, all is well
And you don't neva need another womans man, thats why
You need a thug like Bizzy The Kid and thats the way that I'ma pay you back

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]
I wanna see you baby, sometime
Don't practice, let it go I'm even willin to grind grind
Gotta get you happy for your man ooh
But if you don't care and
I don't care, let the good times roll
And I ain't scared to get physical up in this mother wooh, better shut my mouth
Same ole' knuckle came from the
gun, and never leave the strap at the house, sucka
Remember the Bone Bone Bone Bone? Ask Monica baby is butter
But she was with her homies
I don't be
rappin actin phoney, this is all real, all trill no bologna
I been diggin on Mariah since back at the days of Sony
I been checkin on babys and she gave
the candy out to Kobe holy Obie Trice
I'm livin a dangerous life, I need to quit stalkin these women
I wanna hit em like Lesley Pipes
And ever since
Wesley Snipes stabbed Chris
I been feelin this way about Beyoncé, every broad that I name hey

[Chorus]

[Verse 1]
Hey it's the Martin and Malcolm
And the Bobby and the Q-we ebony ivory
Brother the others the indians gentlmen
Business executives single my pendulum
Livin legends yeah we veterans
No need to tell them they know who we better than
These cigarettes killin me ebony ivory peace and war
One hell of a diary see I could get serious
Dig in y'all chest cause people been reppin
They bullet proof vest they so concerned
With who was the best I don't even think about it
I done put my publicist on it
So y'all mothafuckers could read about it
And then sing about it Bizzy doing solo
Man have this

[Chorus]
Sit back relax and have a puff or two
Cause all we really tryin' to do is get high with you
That's just how we do
Sit back relax and pop a pikachu
Cause all we really wanna do is roll with you
That's just how we do

[Verse 2]
Seven's my family that's for the industry
Not understanding me handin me hard money
Y'all are vanity losin my sanity
Damned to be (?) heavily had to be mad at me
Doubted me just like my daddy
Niggaz don't battle me rat on me
Armaggedon to the saddle we ride, whatever, whatever
I'm ready to die sever the ties dead or alive
Hopefully all of my niggaz are fly
Summarize like some of the ties
Cause they didn't wanna see Little B shine
Leader of seven and that is the sign
Holdin the line outta my mind nigga rewind
Tell 'em my crime Bizzy ain't gonna sip none of your wine
Your wine, your wine

[Chorus]
Sit back relax and have a puff or two
Cause all we really tryin' to do is get high with you
That's just how we do
Sit back relax and pop a pikachu
Cause all we really wanna do is roll with you
That's just how we do

[Verse 3]
Blatz all finger to the trippin and slow motion
I roll with my niggaz and niggaz we all knowin
Flowin and goin' and goin' and goin' and goin'
The original flippin but the pimpin of your poet
Bubblin', dubblin', thuggin' and lovin' my niggaz
Brothers and mothers, others aunts, uncles and
Through the winter and all the lil liquor
We be pimpin now nigga done run that that lender
In the double (?) drinkin a mad and runnin around the town
Pull up on suckas I'll pull the gun to my pucker
Fuck y'all I'm a be the mother, motherfucker trust y'all
No further, that's all no one'll go undercover
Better go on the crown and you found
Nobody love you but I stay in the ghetto
Watching these homies goin' blood puddles
It's fucked up but damn I'm still humble

[Chorus]
Sit back relax and have a puff or two
Cause all we really tryin' to do is get high with you
That's just how we do
Sit back relax and pop a pikachu
Cause all we really wanna do is roll with you
That's just how we do

[Intro]
(Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboy
Galloping to a hood near you
Imagine me being signed to B2K (What!)
What you fuckin' think you could pay me in monopoly money
Man I will smack one of you bitches in the head
With a baseball bat, but I ain't fuckin' around

[Chorus]
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..

[Verse 1]
Son of a bitch, mothafucka, they never threw a grenade
I'd never sell out to B2K
Gotta love the way the industry be holdin' me back
I'm the rebellious leader of the army brigade
Ain't a nigga that could bite my style, because it always change
You hold me down, I'm still gon' reign
Got popped in the back of the dome
Went home, came back, put a bullet in one of his fuckin' brains
Murdered my little brother and how much do you think I payed
To chop up his body to dead remains, God kidnapped you
Threw the tape like Kane, jump outta the window
You know I'm gettin' away
They murdered my general
Now it's time to take this shit to another level
The Babylonian's against the Rebel's
It was seven of us comin' with the Bone Thugs, up against the raws
Come out corners doin' the devils, put the pedal to the metal
With me and my seven animals
Right around the corner, reload, and holdin' the handle
Got a .357 that everybody call Cannibal, Russian Roulette
Who's next, ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin' man
I keep guns on a mantle and a candle for my little brother
Capo Confuscious, you know what it is, it's how we do it
Throw a brick in the building, scandal mothafucka it's Ruthless
I never tolerated a Judist, The Passion of Christ
Give me the money, you'll never fuck me twice
Boy shut for the apostles, givin' the Gospel was the wings
Spread 'em open, takin' flight, nigga shot at
Bizzy the Kid's ready for combat, bring it on
Napalm, brung back, runnin' with machine guns
And an all around drum, look similar, sinister
Ripsta with the napalm

[Chorus]
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..
You run, and you hide..
Better hide, better hide
And you run, and you and hide..
Better hide, hide..

[Verse 2]
I couldn't fuck in the kitchen, watch the FED's kickin'
I carry niggaz away and then they start snitchin'
Bitchefied, they got me mystefied, I'm fuckin' money on
Here to say they get to stickin' for the bitches
My niggaz in the pen turned rats into women
And gave 'em pony tails, make 'em wear ribbons
Through the visiting room, he's kissing his kids
And 'bout to do my mothafuckin' dishes
In the crib come on, you wanna feel it, I'm the realest
High off spinach, before, I'm getttin' sentenced
But, hey, what about the apprentice, I'll never tell
I already told you what the 7th do to the snitches
Split personality, sorta like Fight Club, never get rest
I got to smoke weed, the blood on my little brother, blood
What you really wanna do, I don't think you really want none
Roll down the window like what up cuz, fuck the cops
Fuck the fuzz, look in my eyes you could see the buzz
See the thug, hardships, mothafucka, that I just had to break
With the tongue and I'm horse like hung, ask my baby mom
You rap like dung
Can anybody tell me where you got this shit from
Cause I'm the mothafucka with the gun and the dum dums
And I smack 'em up, nigga suckin' pump pump
Chris Stokes, better get 'em 'fore I get one
And put your money where your mouth is, I'll be ready for war
Get kicked with the hot ones, and it's one last thing
'Fore I knock you out
It ain't nothin' like money in a ZipLock bag
And you could get smacked up, (plus!) hey everybody
B2K sucks, y'all better watch your mouth...Boy