Woodfella, Woodfella! (Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!) Blaze a sack. C'mon man. Woodfella... Brrrrow! I'm from the motherfuckin' city called Columbus. You know Bizzy Bone up in this motherfucker. Uh... motherfuckin!
Woodfella #1
Tell 'em Bizzy why you blazin' sacks/ I sit back in the cut roll a pound of compress weed in my bluntsack/ Niggas tryin' to jack, I hammer that/ Sendin' you back to Cleveland with that goody good/ Woodfellaz keep that greeny woody wood, down south and put the, put the gat down a bitches mouth/ You got problems on the West, we'll solve 'em/ Slide early, deep to the Lex/ Hit 'em up and rob 'em/ Have you ever saw a four chess and overload? That's when the bullets explode, this how we roll/ Runnin' from the po po's cause we're never clean/ Went from workin' triple beam, weighin' up bigger and better things
-Chorus-Woodfellas (Bizzy)-
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 on the T-R-A-C you better believe 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 on the T-R-A-C you better believe it)
Bizzy Bone
Come here, see this, my nizzle fo' shizzle fo' sho' Biz-zle with sizzle been stackin' his dough/ And it's God/ Play me, shoot at Cali to gold (gold...) with my mind body n soul (blow...) I've been in control let me when them women let's go/ Blaze the track, you blaze the sack/ I bang my stack, my niggas in prison ain't comin' back/ Thangs is hectic, niggas get back/ And even if I catch the bullet you know I'm comin' back for my chedda/ Respect it, respect cheese/ Grab a gat confess, the curse make a brother sure pray to be blessed/ And never-the-less I ain't manifested with the wind from my chest/ And I dont stop till the cops rest, sho' mon/ Time test smokin' even heavy and fuck the status quoa/ 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 motherfuckers believe it/ Put it the air
-Chorus-Woodfellas (Bizzy)-
Woodfella #2
I'm givin' dap to them real niggas (Woodfellaz) Let 'em know what's up, show no love to them fake niggas, I could give a fuck/ About five foot five from the ground and I'm crunk/ But the sign say "Name" cause you could get jumped and dumped on, stomped by these country-ass niggas down here/ Where my real niggas at? Drank a fifth of that Coniac/ Hennessy got me gettin' down for my ground by myself man, on my side of town/ Fake niggas get nothin' keep on truckin'/ You're best to beat your feet 'fore the creep starts bustin' cussin'/ You runnin' outta time (Time) I'm already deep, so you know what's on my mind (Mind) This herb got me noddin' the spins on that wheel, for real/ Got a barrel of that 38 steel, for real/ Actin' kinda raw on this step I wish ya will/ The game get hectic I'm talkin' bout for real, for real
-Chorus-Woodfellas (Bizzy)-
Woodfella #3
All my real niggas here snatchin' your breath/Fuck around with them killas be like bad for your health/ Stoppin' bustas in they tracks when I'm cockin' them back/ Sippin' Hennessy while my nigga Bizzy blazin' sacks/ Run the street with Bone nigga who be squeezin' on triggers, eliminatin' all niggas blockin' my figures/ Keep my weapon close, never catch me slippin' like soap/ You seen a real nigga now you like scared to approach/ We fall in the club, we got no love fo you fakers/ You better get your gat, you know I'm talkin' to you haters/ The real niggas in the bitch blazin' them sacks, we got you fake motherfuckers here watchin' your back
-Chorus-Woodfellas (Bizzy)-
Recorded for the Woodfellaz album Woodfellaz On Da Rise/ www.artistdirect.com, www.mp3.com