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Bryon Anthony Mccane Ii (columbus, 12 De Setembro De 1976), Mais Conhecido Pelo Seu Nome Artístico Bizzy Bone, Aka 'lil Ripsta, é Um Rapper Americano E O Mais Jovem Membro Do Grupo De Rap De Cleveland, Bone Thugs-n-harmony. (wikipédia)
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bizzy bone - a song for you feat dmx & chris notez
DMX
Bizzy Bone It's the Dog, Bizzy Bone
Got the Dog,
You got Bizzy Bone ya man
Undisputed champion boy
Here's how it's done aight
Chris Notez.
I love you in a place, Where there's no space or time
I love you, for the life, You're a friend of mine
And when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, and I was singing this song to you
Bizzy Bone
Fully-Automatic, Whateva you want to know
We got's to cry, That I
Stand in the back and ready, Attack
And ready for combat, I
Heavly heated, Weeded, Beat it, Need it, See it
Get it, Get it, Get it, Good, Don't get it missunderstood
My homey, Only homey, Walking and we talking fo' sho
And I'm a be with him in the end with forgiveness, No more
And remember the words are (herb?) perfict, How could I be worthy
And when I feel so dam dirty, Dirty
By leaning on a leer jet, Baby ain't here yet,
Henny, Caffeine, & nicotine, Notice I left out the green
Notice I never brake a set, Who's that Fuck it
I don't even know the chick, I don't even know that shit
Ex me, Perplex me, Flex on decks man
Chastment, Investment, Quiet as kept
I say now, (Man, Man, Man, Man)
Ex me, Perplex me, Flex on decks man
Chastment, Investment, Quiet as kept
Fair
Chris Notez.
I love you in a place, Where there's no space or time
I love you, for the life, You're a friend of mine
And when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, and I was singing this song to you
DMX
Mad stressed, that I can't even sleep were I rest
So now I were a vest, but what if I don't catch it in the chest
Then I'm out, just like the light when the powers gone
And there's another tombstone, the childs putin flowers on
Long live the dream, of making enough cream
Were I won't have to skeem, or roll aroud with the team
And niggas I can't trust, and I mite have to bust
Over something dumb, know where I'm coming from fuck the fuss
It's to much to bare, and everyday is getting worse
Got me plotin on my peeps, and how to get'em first
It's something to make a nigga strive, and {Stay alive}
So I wach my own back {With a black 45}
Bizzy Bone (DMX)
Are thay coming? Thay coming to get us
"I'm ready For eva", they never defeat you
Thay'll never deceipt ya! (WHAT!, Come on)
And were are thay coming? Thay coming to get us
"I'm ready For eva", the love of the future
Thay'll never defeat ya! (WHAT!, Come on)
Chris Notez.
I love you in a place (I love you), Where there's no space or time (Time)
I love you, for my life (I love you), You're a friend of mine (Mine)
And when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, and I was singing this song to you
Tell me do you remember, Cause Baby I Remember
We were alone, and I was singin my song.
Bizzy Bone
My homey, Only homey, Walking and we talking fo' sho
And I'm a be with him in the end with forgiveness, No more
And remember the words are perfict, How could I be worthy?
And when I feel so dam dirty, Dirty.
Chris Notez.
I love you in a place, (I love you) Where there's no space or time (Time)
I love you, for my life, (I love you) You're a friend of mine (Mine)
And when my life is over, Remember when we were together
We were alone, and I was singing this song to you.
{Donny Hathaway} I was singin my song {Rest In Peace, Baby}
To you and only you, baby
bizzy bone - all in together
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
(All in together now, now) Yeah, uh. That's what I'm talkin' about Jae. (what are you doing to me, to me) Another Studio Rat Production, please believe it. (I love the way she do's it and she loves the way I does it, makes a brother really want to sing) Yeah. C'mon baby, let's show 'em how we do it.
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
All in together now, now/ Now, now what are you doing to me, to me, to me/ I like the way she do's it and she loves the way I does it, makes a brother really want to sing
-Bizzy Bone-
You can ride it all night, feel the erection deep in your section, I got a pocket full of protection/ She's sleepin' I'm cookin' breakfast/ Huh, still gettin' followed by those hip hop fans, it ain't a thang for me to get swallowed, I gets hip hop head/ Let me your baby' Daddy, I keeps bread/ And please don't get it misunderstood, I'm from the 'hood and it be good to be there/ Talk about; Taste that, hit it all, don't waste that, hit it all like A-Sap/ Video record it, watch how we play it back/ We did it all like way back, live it up and lay back/ Soon as I reach my climax, hit the weed and freak the black/ Lookin' at me while I'm countin' this money stacks, so sexy, yo man be grindin' don't he say "Yeah, you can get the best of me" Watch my back, you can take charge when we in the dark, gon' make me lick that ass, be in your stomach and nervous your heart/ Talk about; Taste that, hit it all, don't waste that, hit it all like A-Sap/ Video record it, watch how we play it back
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
"How many people has slept in your bed?" It's one of my questions, please/ That's why we at the hotel, respect the presidential suite/ Eatin' up all of my strawberries, drinkin' up all of my good Belvi/ With a pocket full of magnum rubbers, double XL, that's what they tell me/ Anythang, like "B, I love you" Baby, you know you lyin' you only know Bizzy, you don't know Bryon/ You think that my heart is too soft to see you cryin' pitiful/ And, don't get mad; You fuck him for strictly physical, I thought you was spiritual/ My baby's mommas, and she know' who she is/ And she can never come get that taste again, I'm comin' to get my rim/ But I think you know this, and I got people in the streets wondering how'd you ever get close to one of my fortresses/ I gave you marriage, you didn't know what to do with it/ Confused on top of the stickshift, didn't know how to work my clutch, nitwit/ And I tried to teach the taste of temptation to take the ticket, I had to leave you/ As soon as you pulled the trigger you so wicked/ Holler, holler
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Use the words "I love you" like the filatio, baby/ Don't swallow it, came at the same time, uh, you like that/ Each silhouette, each sheet, pillow wet, eat me more, don't you bite that/ Little freaky deaky sneek in the back of the four door, you like that/ Won't you try that, let me put it up in the door (Roof!) Titilation, elevation, take it standin' with wickedness/ Tendencies candle wick, and it's hot, you got me shakin'/ Soon as I finish I rolls up the spinach and feel it/ The village, my niggas and killas and dealers got the low down word the bitch was mysterious, somebody wanna kill us/ Mob Life, bail, bitch/ I'm best when I'm thuggin' check my etiquette outta the bedroom and I'm thuggin' in Columbus, yeah/ Long live The King, and The Queen and the whole Regime/ And I deem from tipsy bitches, split these tipsy bitches, let's split/ Man, the bitch can cut me, fuck my homies, be a dyke and spike my Henessey/ It gotta be satan testin' me, only God control my destiny/ And yo' other nigga don't impress me, watch suckers full of lust to that deadly medley, love me "Let's be friends, let's be friends"
-Chorus-
bizzy bone - american most wanted
-Announcer-
To show his gratitude to John Walsh. Bizzy wrote a special song for out show. And Bizzy dedicates this song to John,aAdam,aand to all the vicitmized children AMW has helped
-Bizzy Bone-
(America's Most Wanted, A.M.W. huh...) Welcome to the pain,A.M.W, John Walsh not only do I say thanks we love you all of us you have saved/ When they shoved you you wouldn't budge anger wanted you to hate and you showed us love/ Damn the terrorist, pedophiles, and careless thugs/ Thats my acronym judge only god and John for the past it's been a little bit better,forever I remember Adam so he's touched us and God's got him and God had him/ Our madam, although the ghetto made me good/ So I travel to the birds and tell them about the hood/ America's Most Wanted used ta be ducken, but they was lookin until they find ya/ Rewind the tape and blind side ya/ I bet they neva thought I could be on this side/ Surprise my people it's gonna take along time/ Fellow abducties show me love and if you think you got a secret tell someone/ You don't have to be scared not like I used to be god'll be there god'll be there god'll be there most definatly/ Fellow abducties show me love and if you think you got a secret just tell someone not like I used to be god'll be there god'll be there god'll be there most definatly/ Fellow abducties show me love and if you think you got a secret just tell someone not like I used to be god'll be there god'll be there god'll be there most definatly
-John Walsh-
And remember you can make a difference.
-Bizzy Bone-
America's Most Wanted...A.M.W. uh A.M.W. uh
bizzy bone - ballin
(Bizzy Bone:)
Motherfuckers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga (laughs)
And ready for warfare
They ain't ridden me of nothin but weapons of war playa
Pick up the double for reverends and devils
More weapons will give 'em the bite there
But the war yeah, he got us a sword right out of a drawer
Now give me a reason this isn't assault, my fault
Caught up in the crosshairs, here's more playa
They thought it was over and it was a wrap
I tap-dance, for the paper, escape in a world that they never did care playa
And when it was written, the devil didn't deliver it in your mail
And what do you know, it's just like livin in hideous times here
Addicted to kick it, compete with the price
Pour me some ice, yeah, now give me some liquor to get with the vibe
For quicker than fast to get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it
Call me a drunk or an alcoholic I'm ballin, motherfucker!
(Chorus: x2)
I'm a-I'm a keep it thug 'til the day that I die
I'm a keep it thug 'til the day that I die
See ya ? see ya boys hatin cause you see a nigga ballin
Sippin-sippin on the Hennessy until a nigga fallin
(Jim Jones:)
Jones... now I'm a push it to the limit, I was dyin to be the boss
And we was up early cause grindin was a sport
Rewindin in my thoughts, late 90's it was cold
Lost a friend every month, couldn't survive another loss
My niggaz in the pen, until we meet again
Picture me in the Benz, blowin weed in the wind
I caught a few cases, and now the Coupe races
Right through the Westside, floor seat at the Lakers, the milli-makers
Uhh, and do you know what that money mean?
The wintertime turn to sunny scenes
50 thou' on my dungarees, I made it rain like it's thundering
But the money got me nervous
My niggaz pack guns cause I ain't tryin to get murdered
And the feds tryin to serve us
Cause we ballin, but I'm a thug 'til I die
Until I hug the sky - Jones!
(chorus)
(Bizzy Bone:)
As soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away from me
Always seem to be druggin the bud, they get with the scrubs
I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily
Hopin for love cause shit it is hard enough, myself, get 'em away from me
Probably does continue to move it and groove it
And why you never get rid of me
Can never get rid of beef, nobody know me and nobody owe me, I get it myself
I'm earnin respect and wealth up under the belt, the baby can feel the welts
Been livin in poverty, livin and prosperous
Livin in the matrix, I'm gettin it how
Huh, I'm movin this shit, I stay on the edge and ready to smash
And we better then that, Lord I hope we kick it to get it together real fast
Together at last, under the bridge, you know what it is, move my ass
Drunk or an alcholic I'm ballin, even if I'm crawlin
Quicker than fast, now get with the mass
The underclass is what they call it, motherfucker
(chorus)
bizzy bone - battle cry
-Gold-(Bizzy Bone)-
I cock back my glock, drop down in the bushes, but the shit don't stop (You don't want trouble then hear me, hear me roar ...)
-Bizzy Bone-
Hear me roar/ These are my battlecries..
-Gold-
In the wasteland, I'm street blastin, caught up in street war/ I'm torn between life, cuz death was sworn/ An outkast with black ski masks, that's when I blast/ Guerilla warfare, my homies call and i'll be there/ Tech nines and bombs, witness this ghetto Nam, ya feelin this ghetto song?/ My battlecry for peace, but it's murder in these streets, we was raised in these streets, all we know is these streets/ A fifth of Hennessey's callin, now i'm drunk and I'm ballin, livin my life wild/ A child of war, respect nigga, correct you paint this/ A product of this shit, everyday I pray to get ya, got my knife and i'ma stick ya, split ya/ I see ya fallin like Reginald Denny, cuz God's callin for his children/ Synthesizin these chromes, it's time to overcome/ Bitch, so what you lookin at me for?/ We'll take you bitches to war!
-Cat Cody-
These are my battlecries, when it's time for war we ride
-Bizzy Bone-
Armies of Armageddon, nigga suited, regimes, fatigues/ Run with the violent henchmen, cuz they could love us/ Thuggish ruggish indeed/ Here for the finish, outta the trenches, see Bizzy singin with Biggie, even Pac was bustin with me/ Where my niggas at?/ Feel me, Eazy to leave me broke, then a bitch believe me/ Lost souls aint no lost souls, decieved me, believed it/ So strapped and ready for battle, let's sattle up, and scatter/ Look at him tatted up and I'm rollin up blunts, gonna smoke it all up and smash ya/ Mash in and out of burrows, we thorough, fuck the world, in a society that'll lie to me, America's so absurd, It hurt/ Outta my jungleish ghetto, metal we settle, don't let the light skin fool ya, I tear, I tear, tear/ Revolutionary rebels ready to die, go up in Heaven/ My family, fuck the Grammy, nigga, no one can do it better ..
-Hook-
-Gold-
I can't breathe, murderous thoughts rest in my genes/ So full of pain, the war games inside my brain/ Oh what a shame, mama, you brought the nigga insane/ So stop the cryin, I'm for dyin infront of the line, dyin for mine/ Everytime I blast with my nine, I call my thugs, a million niggas with nothing but love (Thug Luv)/ God has been lost, and let a nigga know, show me the way/ So much hate, this hate, you bitch niggas gon feel me before it's said and done/ Lil Ripsta (Ripster..) we won!/ Glocks unloaded/ The shit was real before I wrote it/ Menenski, tell em ...
-Meneski-
Yeah, nigga/ And left me hangin when I'm bangin, killin shit, splittin shit/ Warrior of the streets, forced to keep my heat/ Society's fucked up, drove me a straight nut/ Smashin my cash, blastin for blast, they gon feel me, they wanna kill me, like they did Eazy, Makevelli and Biggie, but Menenski already knowin Armageddon is comin/ I aint runnin I'm gunnin' my man down/That's why I'm stackin my heat now ...
-Hook-
-Cat Cody-
Ripsta we ride (Ripsta we ride)/ Meneski you ready to die? (Meneski you ready to die with me?)/ Bizzy we ready to ride/ My niggas is ready to ride with me / Blast , smash, crash.....
bizzy bone - bb da thug
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
To the Lords visionares. Dyin in the struggle (Yea). Rest In Peace, that's my A-K-A nigga. Yall don't feel me.
-Bizzy Bone-
See, I was born in the womb, beatin' down my Moms' walls/ Now, in the 90's you can find em makin' a chronic call/ Definitely I needed a blunt, come fill it up with some bud/ East Double 99 for life, ain't no of yall fuckin' with us (I know) There I was with the 'Thug, bustin' with the broke-assed gun/ Tryna bluff my way/ Hey, I pistol whippin' 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 50/50 chance/ Bizzy off in your city, ready to dance with these itchy ass hands/ Hey, it's Bizzy on the offramp just 'cause he's thuggin'/ Shit, this music got me soft, tramp/ Even my cousins' buckin'/ But I don't give a fuck, I'm pumpin' 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, 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 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 G's... when it gets thoughtless, 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 can feel it inside, I can't explain how I feel/ Remember when my nieghbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal/ Learn to fight off my back, on my own did I struggle/ In Tha 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
bizzy bone - be careful
[Bizzy]
Little Layzie made the plan up
And Wish said I wouldn't bust
Til he was witness to my sickness, started pickin' em off
What? When I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms
Gimme the reason to stop your breathin'
And I will leave him eatin' lesions
I ain't even drop the bomb
In the nineties i'm at Juvi,
til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin' Uzis
You won't punk me, a stack don't front me
No crack, put it up and laugh
And get with the Bone Thugs mash
In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself
And dreams of hookin' with Eazy made me queasy
Maybe no food and bad health
You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins
And plus, my groins stay poised
And only count on yourself
Damn, who would've found thanks, swing I'm slick
And even though I'ma stick all of my shit, you better back off
em, bitch
Remember crack them broads blastin' with Deuce
Deuce isn't missin' over some dick
I'm still laughin' on my mission
[Chorus]
You gotta be careful where you go
You gotta be careful what you do
You gotta be careful who you use
You gotta be careful who you choose
[Bizzy]
See, in the trenches with my henchmen
Respecting the blessings given on the commison
While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him
With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve
Hell, I love my children all is well
Oh yeah, sell a key for payments
See my baby's need it daily
Lay Lay I see you're shady, huh
Niggas must be crazy
I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby
And i'm down for mine, give up my money, money
Nigga, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to year
Why don't you lend in need cause niggas is out here strugglin'
Holdin' back the tears, but it ain't nothin'
Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the functions
One of my homies that I buck with, oh
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You gotta be careful where you go
You gotta be careful what you do
You gotta be careful who you use
You gotta be careful who you choose
[Bizzy]
You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta
do
Go fuck who you wanna fuck
Smoke with whoever you want to
Wait a minute when it might haunt you
And while every nigga in jail found the Lord
Cause it's time to visit the parole board
I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor
I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker through the door
Niggas come when the money's abundant
But then start runnin' when it ain't no fun
And when the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick
Tellin' me to think about my kids
Big bitch, swear to God, they ain't punk
You can turn a ho into a house wife
Or fake niggas into real niggas
Where everyone wanna be in the limelight
Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the frontline
Stickin to the message,
cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison
They ain't tryin to go to Heaven
Might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself
I had a vision of a little division
I'm on a mission traveling the world
Talk to all the little children, the adults is fake
And don't listen, watch your back
A nigga had a premonition
[Chorus (repeat 'til fade)]
You gotta be careful where you go
You gotta be careful what you do
You gotta be careful who you use
You gotta be careful who you choose
[Bizzy - repeat 2X]
I don't wanna rock the pump
But I'ma do it if I have to pop the trunk
And I'ma get 'em niggas thinkin they missed me what
Nigga that thuggish ruggish fucked them up
bizzy bone - before i go
-Intro-
You have been sentenced to 567 years. (I didn't do nothin'. What the fuck?) This is bullshit. (What?) This is bullshit. Before I go (Whoa)
Bizzy Bone
(Momma) Momma knowin? I?m sellin? this marajuana/ God I do what I wanna but God they won?t give me a job, I scream and I holler and even tried to stop the cops, block my getaway... I know I?m sellin? chop chops, God when they send me away only tear drops, waitin? for drama cause I?m skinny/ The streets may be hideous but the heat was pretty/ Pity many died, city wide when we ride out to the nitty gritty slide through the system of lies, strip me of my pride/ I don?t think I?m a make it alive (Hey) Cause if I do I?ll be institutionalized, thugged out/ Ever since Pac died I know what thugs is all about/ Make a sacrifice for Christ these mutherfuckers never could kill me twice (Kill me twice, ha ha) And crack pipes on the playground, playground, playground, playground, playground
-Chorus-
(Before I go...) Now, before I go to jail dog, hell naw, don?t let ?em put me in a cell Lord, praise God/ Before I go to jail...
Bizzy Bone
As I sit in this jail cell, hell, readin? the mail Momma sent to me/ I can tell she gettin? weary/ Where my Daddy at? I don?t give a... (fuck) Nigga don?t call me when this money stacks, duckin? the killas everyday, well I love that/ Bone Thug (huh?) brand new/ I always been with God but it's God with you/ I keep hearin? these voices/ Heaven and Hell with my choices and sinister poisons on my soul and Hennessy was the ointment (Hennessy) Satan still the enemy, never been a friend to me ?specially in the fast lane/ I can?t pretend I?m an angel when I?m only a servent, constant in service to the one and only undisputed, with common corteousy/ Many of ya?ll claim the worst to be/ I sold thangs that I ain?t proud of/ I won?t even mention the power/ See the hours' gettin' near and if I die today I died a happy man, God bless the family
-Chorus-
Bizzy Bone
Damn, nobody sent me 20 Dollars and my baby?s momma scared to kiss me, you don?t miss me/ I don?t blame her, I made her the fiend/ Family keep on dissin? me, ain't got a letter/ I?m hopin? to die quickly, hopin? to die swiftly/ I?m a take all of these niggas with me and keep on testin? me/ The Wardenwonder why I don?t cry cause they sentenced me 520 years/ What the fuck 5 more? What am I here for? Cause I was blastin? at the 5-O Lil? Bryon been blowin? up/ My niggas callin? up throwin? up gang signs, and I was prayin? at the same time/ I tell ?em slow it up, ?hell no? then don?t you wind up in this hell hole/ If I could do it all again I would, But now (a child) I'm becomin? a man/ Learnin? in prison, all these criminals, ya?ll don?t know how the fuck they livin? but I ain?t givin? up readin? the Bible every day and only God can save me (I'll be brave, I'll be brave)
-Chorus-
bizzy bone - better run, better hide
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Yea, Bizzy The Kid, the midwest cowboy, galloping to a hood near you. Imagine me bein signed to B2K (What?!) What you (Cenz.) think you can pay me in Monopoly money? Man I will smack one of you (Cenz.) in the head with a baseball bat, I don't (Cenz.) around.
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
You run, and you hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)/ And you run, and you and hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now).....
-Bizzy Bone-
Son of a (Cenz.) 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 only brigade, ain't a (Cenz.) 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 in a bullet and blow out they (Cenz.) brains/ Murder my little brother, and how much do you think I'm payin to chop up his body to dead remains/ Got kidnapped too, threw the tape like Kane/ Jump out of the window, you know I'm gettin away/ They murder my general now its time to take this (Cenz.) to another level/ The Babylonians against the Rebels, it'd be seven of us comin with the Bone Thugs up against the wall/ Come out the corners doin the devils, put the peddle to the metal wit me and my Seven animals/ Ride around the corner, reload and holdin the handle got a three-fifty-seven that everybody call Cannibal, russian roulette, who's next?/ Ready to gamble, I'm a ramblin man/ Keep guns on the 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, scatter and (Cenz.) it's ruthless/ I never tolerated a Judist, the passion of christ, give me the money you'll never (Cenz.) me twice (Boy)/ Shut for the apostles given the gospel with the wing, spread em open, takin flight/ (Cenz.) Shut it, Bizzy the kid trained for combat, bring it on napalm, bomb back, runnin with machine guns/ And I run around dumb, look similar, sinister, Ripsta with the napalm
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
I couldn't (Cenz.) in the kitchen, watch the Fed's kickin/ I carry (Cenz.) away and then they start snitchen/ (Cenz.) got me mystified, I'm (Cenz.) money on here to say "Get the sticken for the (Cenz.)"/ My (Cenz.) in the pen, turned rats into women, and give em pony tails, make em wear ribbons/ Through the visitin room he's kissin his kids and bout to do my (Cenz.) dishes/ In the crib c'mon, you wanna feel it? I'm the realest, high off Spindidy before I get sentenced/ But hey, what about the apprentice? I'll never tell/ I already told you what the 7th'll do to the snitches/ Split personality, sorta like Fight Club, never get rest I got to smoke (Cenz.)/ The blood on my little brother, what you really wanna do? I don't think you really want none/ Roll down the window like "What up cuz?" (Cenz.) the cops, (Cenz.) the fuzz/ Look in my eyes, you could see the buzz, see the thug/ Hardships (Cenz.) 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 (Cenz.) from? Cause I'm the (Cenz.) with the gun, and the dum dums/ And I smack em up (Cenz.) suckin bum bums/ Chris Stokes, better get em for I get one and put your money where your mouth is, or be ready for war/ Get kicked with the hot ones/ And it's one last thing for I knock you out, it ain't nothin like money in a Ziplock bag and you could get smacked up
-Bizzy Bone-Outro-
Hey everybody, B2K is (Cenz.). Better watch your mouth boy.
bizzy bone - bizzy s lil speech
Setting: Bizzy is walkin' outside tha studio and tha Ecstasy Instrumental comes
on...
Bizzy Bust out like dis..
" You mothapukkas say mothaphukkas is comin afta us.
Ya mothaphukkas! Let me tell you why I'm turnin' out foe next, this whole new
mothaphukkin Millenium. You know whutI'm sayin' I ain't never been no cryin
nigga, I just come out here and phukk witchu mothaphukkas out here in tha
Media. Because ya'll twist shit around. And tha only way a nigga could get high
and really get his point across, is if you turnin' thangs out it's mothaphukkin
self. Just like MTV, dem mothaphukkas CONSTANTLY say how I got arrested at tha
MTV Awards, but they neva say how I was Vindicated. How all tha charges waz
bull sh#t. Because they don't want to. Snatchin' a Strippa's purse in New York,
but you won't hear about it except on ADLIBS you know whutI'm sayin? But I'ma
give you a praylude to tha whole level. Dem Bitches was lyin' on me,man, dem
mothaphukkas just wanted an autograph.Cause a nigga was off tha mothaphukkin
hook, ya heard'? And that's whut I've been on tha whole mothaphukkin time. You
knowwhutI'm sayin'? And everybody a Thug now. EVERY PHUKKIN BODY A THUG. If I
see anotha
tatto on anotha nigga's stomach, I swear (ta God), if I see anotha nigga takin'
Tupac's mothaphukkin' Tru S's, and tryin' ta milk it and makin' establishments
and profits off some bull sh#t, Man I been, done went to tha temple, like Jesus
did and last all you mothaphukkas foe sellin' tha word. QUIT SNICHIN' ON THA
COMMUNITY.
bizzy bone - blaze a sack
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Woodfella (Woodfella)(Buck buck buck buck buck)(Blaze a sack come on man/Bring the mac with me/We come from the fuckin city call Columbus Thuggish Ruggish/The artist formally known as Bizzy Bone up in this mother fucker/Son of a bitch/Motha fuck it....)
WoodFella #1
Come Bizzy why you blazin sacks?/I sit back in the cut roll a pound of compress weed in my nutsack/Niggas tryin ta jack I hammer that/Sendin ya back to Cleveland with that goody good/Woodfellaz keep that greedy woody wood down south/And put tha put tha gat down a bitches mouth/You got problems on the edge?/We'll solve em,slide early deep to the Lex/Hit em up and rob em/Have you ever saw a four chess n overload?/That's when the bullets explode dis how we roll/Runnin from the po po's cause were neva clean/Went from workin triple beam,weighin up bigga n betta
-WoodFella #1-(Bizzy Bone)-Chorus-
Where my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it)Where my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive itWhere my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it)Where my real thugs at?/Blaze a sack blaze a sack/Where them fake thugs at?/Get the gat get the gat (It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it)
Bizzy Bone
Come here see this,my nizzle foshizzle fa sho/Nizzle n sizzle with stack at his door/And it's god (Play me)/Shoot at Cali ta gold,with my mind body n soul (Blow blow blow)/I've been in control let me ,when them women lets go/Blaze the track, you blaze the sack/I bang my stack, my niggas in prison they comin back/Thangs is hectic niggas get back/And even if I catch the bullet,you know im comin back for my chedda/Resprect me (Respect G's!!)/Grab a gat confess, Eazy the curse make a brotha (Sean) play to be blessed/Nevertheless I aint manifested with the wind from my chest/And I dont stop,till the cops rest/(Come on!) Time test smokin even heavy and fuck the status/Roll my diamond in the ghetto with weapons,these niggas gettin ready/So leave it or weed it and cut off all my hair,make you mothafuckas believe it put it the air
-Chorus-
WoodFella #2
Givin doubt to them real niggas (Woodfella)/Know whats up,show no love to them fake niggas/I could give a fuck about five foot five undaground and im crunk/But the sign say "Name" cause you could get jumped and dumped on stomped by these country ass niggas down hea/Where my real niggas at?/Drink a fifth of that Coniac,Hennessy got me gettin down from my ground/By myself and I aint on my side of town /Fake niggas get nothin,keep truckin ya best ta beat ya feet before the creep starts a bustin/Cussin,you outta time (Time)/Im already deep,so you know whats on my mind (Mind)/This Irv got me noddin on these kids on that wheel (Fo real)/Got a barrel of that 38 steal (Fo real)/Actin kinda wrong on this step I wish ya will/The game get hectic im talkin bout fo real
-Chorus-
WoodFella #3
All my real niggas hea snatchin yo breath/Fuck around wit them killas be like bad fo yo health/Stopin bustas in they tracks, when im cockin them back/Sippin Hennesy while my nigga Bizzy blazin sacks/Run the street wit Bone nigga who be squeezin on triggas?/Eliminatin all niggas,blockin my figguhz/Keep my weapon close neva catch me slippin like soap/You seen the real niggas now you like scared to approach /We fall in the club,we got no love fo you fakas/You betta get yo gat,you know im talkin to you hatas/The real niggas in the bitch blazin the sacks,we got you fake mothafuckas here/Watchin yo back
-Chorus-
-Outro-Bizzy Bone-
It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it/It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it/It's the B-L-A-Z-E easy as it can be and the T-R-A-C you better beleive it
bizzy bone - confessions
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
{Church bells chiming. A car pulling up playing a Bizzy Bone song "you've got too, you've got to..." getting out of car and door closing with Bizzy walking up to a church} I have a confession to make
-Bizzy Bone-
Stripped 'em naked Momma Rose, they made me take off my clothes and show my bruises, open the door, I'm so embarrased oh/ One hundred and fifty five pounds all around, they can't hold me down/ I'm sellin' my sound to the ground, now tell 'em around, I'm about to break down/ It'll take armies, Harmony arm me and alarm me, saw me and I'm fallen, callin' all God's children naughty/ Put it on my Lordy/ And lil' Lay name called me/ God's still sorry but it was strictly for Little Shorty, and beat up yo' Beamer and yo' motherfuckin' broad/ Don't call me bitch/ Ghetto Ross and I don't hold scold to them whores if he calls/ And I'm closin' the doors in a metamorphis' war for the Moor/ Sprawled over the floor/ Lord, you know we stressin' with the essence/ Excellence destinded, armageddon/ I'm a headin' and bobbin' right outta town, town town
-2pac-Chorus-
Stressed I'm busta free/ Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin'/ Bust, my automatic rounds (The day I got outta jail it was a motherfuckin' problem) Catch 'em while they sleepin' now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
-2pac-
Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death/ All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest/ Couldn't rest, naw nigga I was stressed/ Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest/ Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops, a thug nigga screamin' "Westside" bustin' double glocks/ Hittin' corners in my Chevy Surburban/ Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb, hand on the steerin' wheel swervin' (Watch out!) Bless me Father I'm a sinner, I'm livin' in hell/ Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail/ Gettin' worldwide exposure with a bunch of niggas that don't give a fuck, ridin' as my soldiers/ I'm just a missle on a war path, not your average dealer, Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy killer, huh/ Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin'/ I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
-Chorus
bizzy bone - da gathering
-Bizzy Bone-
Tell me what you talkin bout
-Bizzy Bone-Wyldlife #1-Chorus-
(Uh,uh,uh)(Ta da) To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what you gon' do? To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what them gon' do?
-Wyldlife #1-
Now comin through with all of my sins/ When it comin makin these ends, up in this industry/ Niggas from all across the seas as real as it is/G's ,hoe's be ridin wit me/ Subconscisly cause my enemies love me/ When even I'm asleep still/ Waken up to this reality/ I've seen many more casualities/ It wouldn't suit me though didn't wanna see the man/ Cold hard the wheels/ Hold the funeral/ They shouldn't of did it, damn no shouldn't of done it/ Thats why they all gettin punished/ Puttin em in the hood/ Now im runnin thru the hood land/ When I exit the highway, steadily (?) / To the say mo, give that to my people/ We get up in yall, wanna act a fool?,cruel jumpin off like Crenshaw/ Movin on up to the Brinkser Projects to represent where I sent yall/ Money ment yall shouldn't live in the past, chance/ In the eyes of Satan, we await/ Ima never forget where I came from/ Please never forget where we came from
-Bizzy Bone-
(What a wonderful day) Lemme get a Courvo, spit out the cigar, just get high/ 21 to get in the club, and I'm Rated R with my 9 milimeter in my car/ All these nigga's think they hard/ Keepin' up my head up, amen/ Who do I think I am? Who do you think you are? (Hater, hater) Holler! Ya'll niggas don't wanna get popped but I'd stay away/ But why don't I give em a couple of dollars/ Stare out the window, with a my pistol, with my young gun luck/ Why don't I just throw my money out? My money hit the floor niggas get that paper but nigga's can't get it/ Mysterious, curious look up at the moon and my nigga's loosin'/ I had that hard boy luck/ Just hope I don't get shot/ Oh what my luck/ Show them it's on the floor but what if the tempo be to (?) shoot him with the automatic bullets, it's a wonderful day...
-Wyldlife #2-Hook-
To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what you gon' do? To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what them gon' do?To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what you gon' do? To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what them gon' do?
-Wyldlife #2-
We invent after every year/ Spit em up, body slap molaria, hit them up with this bacteria/With my mental
-Wyldlyfe #3-
(Ya,uh hot shit) I put this on, all my dogs/ Who down fo the sucka flicks, who can't be found (What??)
-Hook-
-Wyldlife #4-
That man on the money, I got my name spelled out from A to Z/ Show me the (?) my nigga Rippa, rest in peace/
-Wyldlife #5-
How about my (?)
-Wyldlife #6-
Project born, we out up the cut/ Wood's, we be buckin
-Chaos-
Ya my luck,
-Wyldlife #7-
My niggas be smashin, before I be through crashin/ You ever gonna get on the mic and represent your city?/ That's all im askin, you know I be top notchin/ My words stay ready for pistol grippin/ Just let me know when niggas is trippin, cause im way past due to pop my clip in (Haha)
bizzy bone - dear layzie
Baby, you go to realize that these young mothafuckas that you caught yourself rollin with, these lil niggas don't know nothin about no loyalty. These niggas ain't on no damn amish shit, baby, these niggas come from the streets, they come from broken homes. They ain't used to nobody sticken with em never. So they gon always gon be alone baby. You come from the same place don't ya? It was good wasn't it?
See my life is backwards, Lil Layzie was my nigga to the fullest/ 2 semi-automatic bullets, with the afro rockin/ Crack spot I'm clockin hella money with my sistaz/ I met him and it was on and poppin/ We did ya talent shows, and messed with highschool hoes/ In the city of Clevelands, rememberin Bizzy Bone/ I was down to kill niggas, the first to swing last of the real niggas/ I'm down for anything anything/ So now I'm all alone, and you let Krayzie diss me/ Just tell me, how could he be so damn pissed at me? I never fucked his girl, I never took his money/ How could you just ride wit him?/ You ain't smellin somethin funny?
Sellin dope, tryin ta make a lil dividend/ When I was shootin (Shootin...) niggas, you was my only friend
See my life is backwards, Lil Layzie was my nigga to the fullest/ 2 semi-automatic bullets, with the afro rockin/ Crack spot I'm clockin, hella money with my sistaz/ I met him and it was on and poppin/ We did ya talent shows, and messed with highschool hoes/ In the city of Clevelands, rememberin Bizzy Bone/ I was down to kill niggas, the first to swing last of the real niggas/ Down for anything anything/ And now I'm all alone, and you let Krayzie diss me/ Just tell me, how could he be so damn pissed at me? I never fucked his girl, I never took his money/ How could you just ride wit him?/ You ain't smellin somethin funny?
See my life is backwards, Lil Layzie was my nigga to the fullest/ 2 semi-automatic bullets, with my afro rockin/ Crack spot I'm clockin hella money with my sistaz/ I met you and it was on and poppin/ We did the talent shows, and messed with highschool hoes/ In the city of Clevelands, rememberin Bizzy Bone (Bone)/ I was down to kill niggas, the first to swing last of the real niggas/ I'm down for anything anything/ See now I'm all alone, and you let Krayzie diss me/ Just tell me, how could he be so damn pissed at me? I never fucked his girl, I never took his money/ How could you just ride wit him?/ You ain't smellin somethin funny?
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