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07.11.2004 |
1. | Time Travel |
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4. | Weed Song |
5. | Split Personalities |
6. | Be Careful Pt. II |
7. | Ride Or Die |
8. | Head To The Ground |
9. | Satan's Disciples |
10. | Feelin' Lovely |
11. | Hellafied Game |
12. | Hit The Reefah |
13. | Good Versus Evil |
14. | Skit |
15. | Do We Die And Prayer |
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[Chorus - Bizzy Bone]
If all the drama thats goin on
if all the drama drama
If all the drama thats goin on
pop pop pop
where the stress builds in your mouth..
[Verse 1 - Capo]
In the mist 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 until they holla
We gon let it rain like we were launched
with Tommy-gon-monsta rockets
These (?) niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide
Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized
it's live baby, and notch yo strip with fo-fives
crazy drama get solved with fatal bye-bye's babay
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone]
Drama's runnin up on ya
when I coming round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana
gawd, full of forty, got me searchin for the telly
takin to my celly, put out the order
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 end
and back ta 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, marchin in armours
Gat-town, Gat-town, Gat-town...
And comin out the kitchen, .30 ammunition
runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window
my gun bustin bustin and bleedin some ass
bleedin from 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 buck-buck-buck everyday
[Verse 3 - Big B]
Floss mode, for my people
got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be
layed back, fucked up on hennesey
bitch you know me
dem diggin, daggin everythang
now how the fuck am I gonna get rich?
cuz lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch
hide this bitch, hoppin in the vans with bizzy
promise you won't say shit
sing, for the (?)
yes, I believe in god
run up in his corridoor
homeboy you gotta die
meet your maker, never no faker
i grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine
that nigga performed, pressed yo girl!
see?
rap her soul
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[Chorus]
Don't try to hustle me
Better getcha dolla dolla
Better getcha paper, man
Don't try ta hustle meh
I ain't no dummy, man
Gonna getcha..
Gonna getcha..
Gonna getcha..
[Verse 1]
My inspiration enlights this vision, smokin this purple
This sticky icky is the medicine that it didn't on commercials
The cyclical nature of niggaz gotten me by this oracle
Documented for planted a wagon
Draggin historical like morbital, suspended in space
Rappin in circles
We ain't winnin but we is as crazy as fuck
Upclose and personal, preminitions of the gloriest
Dated, we'll be victorious, so many different choices
These fake niggaz is poisonous
Damn I need ta kill the noises
Heaven's gonna rolls Royces
But the Posse is just so boisterous
And noises only the poisonous
Hollywood couples swingin' and the people you won't believe
got woman that are weedin with women
And Adam is sleeping with Steve
It's complicated to me
If it's complicated to see and it's complicated to love
Then it's complicated to be, and if it's complicated to be
And they confiscated the key
when coke down in Columbia only costs you a 'G'
cocksuckers..
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Outta the Seven Sector conservativecy regime
Where the Panthers they don't have knowledge they needed to fully achieve
The prophet, he is giving me structures for Armaggedon cuz it's coming
The Seven Signers are beside me, be runnin to the war-drummin
The (?) was fully commmitted, without a reason they want me to preach the love
Are you crazy?
It's killin season, I'm bleedin all over the speaker
My spirit is gettin much stronger
Look, the enemy is gettin much weaker
It's Bizzy the Kid, thats demonic
Revelations and horses, Double-X-Lin' the sources, Battlin the darker forces
They assinated my leader
And Lil Capo we need to kill in harmony from heaven
Seven automatic weapons
[Chorus]
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