Tell me what you see, you see ... (It's Supervision yall)/If you look into my eyes

-Chorus-Supervision (Bizzy Bone)- I�m making love to my music, my music/My music makes me high (Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes)

Supervision I'm making love to my music like my music�s my lady/ Sippin� on Brandi, intoxicated/ Hummin� twist 80/ And I�m chillin� with Krayzie and we high off that Thai/ My reason�s why, like R. Kelly I believe I can fly/ And plus, around me I can�t see, my vision�s cloudy/ Premeditated 'em or bust, and please label me �bout it, �bout it/ As I collect my thoughts, take me a breath/ God bless my homie Nemo, he took one in the chest/ And yes, but he still here to rap a song, just another day/ While ya bullshhh, crack the top on that Alize! Cause we don�t play in this land of the loc�s, where brothers, they smoke trees up with dust, and see, they bleed then they plead cause I�m on top, straight ballin�/ Makin� love to my woman, but my music�s steady callin�/ And never stallin' but it comes to me, you should please let me have prophecy, yes, I make love to my music/ I�m makin� love, love

Krayzie Bone I love music/Any kind of music, as long as it�s pumpin� to keep me thuggin self in check/Maintain the mentality I got to keep my composure, and music�s the perfect potion/When i�m coastin� roll a blunt up, roll �em up/Put some of them jams on/And, nigga, we zonein�, so put on some old school, homie, let�s hit the dance floor/Music really makes me happy/When i�m stressin�, mental hot, I put on some instrumentals/ Stop, I think about what I done been through/Put it to paper, then put it to wax, and kick some facts, sit back and relax, now everything is all right. If it wasn�t for this music, i�d be dead, fuck a jail, �cause a nigga ain�t never goin� back to that hell/Feel me/Kill me/And if it wasn�t for the man upstairs blessing me with talent, like the average thug nigga, would I vanish?/But this platinum got us niggas established/Got us living lavish/Apply yourself survival tactics, nigga, and y�all can have it/ Even though it�s stress and strain in the game, one thing I can�t do is ... Is stop the music

-Chorus-Supervision (Bizzy Bone)-

Layzie Bone Nigga, it don't stop, and it won't stop �cause i just can't quit/This game be runnin through my veins with nothin� but platinum hits/And nigga it don't stop, �cause it won't stop, �cause it just don't quit/This game be runnin� through my veins with nothin� but platinum shit/Nigga I gotsta have it/It�s like automatic rounds when I put this down/Constantly fuckin up instrumentals, you remember that thuggish ruggish sound. You can feel the love goin through the speakers, creepin, livin� life on the deep end/Better believe you won�t catch me sleepin, put up a beat and I heat, dismiss the flames/Nigga, cut the games, me and my music we sleep and eat together/We hop in the Benz, get off in the winds, and we run the streets together/ And we on a mission to stick up the industry full throttle/Mo Thugs, mo money the motto, so, nigga, the slugs that I bring come hollow/Nigga we can do this in the song, or nigga we can do this in person/Whatever you do when you cross the gunline boss, little Lay'll be puttin� his work in/Cause me and my music, nigga, we don't take that shit/Nigga, put the pen to the pad, get mad and I break that bitch/ Nigga, it's just the thug in me, mixed up with the indo and the Ol� E/When I drop this thugsta poetry, I make all y'all know who the fuck I be, niggas!

-Chorus-Supervision (Bizzy Bone)-

Available on the Supervision album 20/20

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