You see I'm ready for some get back/ Peep out this platinum cat/ Kickin' all these platinum raps, twistin all these (cens.) caps/ Perhaps, I be's the almighty K Style notorious than a mother-what? Flippin' them scripts Kill Style/ On a daily basis I'm primitive, put you on the spot like we noid's that be what we do (cens.)/ I'm wired up tonight, I'm fired up in height/ Regulating on phonies, (cens.) don't know me/ I'm quick to speed caps at bustas them I'm gone, peace/ To the next level I be's that rebel without a cause, raw dog and all/ We slick and wicked, call me raw/ Giving a taste of what I'm made of, that's what I'm really screamin' (cens.) be feinin' but killas step up on the scene and let loose like troops in a battle like rhymes of war/ About to set it off, currupt like a menace/ You finish, I'll even the score/ But if ya'll want I will keep goin' and goin'/ Let the judges be gangstas, a number one (cens.) with lyrical mind flowin'/ Blowin' like the wind full force with heavy tactics, smash this/ Playa playas all took the loss, oh what a tragedy/ Up in Cleveland we gets even, there's no doubt, you better believe it cause it's the season/ We turnin' Cleveland out on every problem, every said bet plus there be stompin' grounds all up in my home town, so I be puttin' it down with Execution Entertainers, (cens.) we's be maintainin' tainin'
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Tell 'em we still from good ol' Cleveland I.A. (Don't let this mag do you, mag do you, mag do you...) Right here in Cleveland, Cleveland, Cleveland...
Playboy Wink
Bizzy Bone, thug capone/ Cleveland city, get it on/ Polishin' up the four five chrome, you don't want that at your dome/ Execution get it on, 7th Sign keep real blow/ Bustas can't see me or B.B. Gambini/ Sippin' on our Remy dissappear like a genie, then we back in Ohio blowin' on our hydro/ Poppin' on our bottles, me and all my capo's/ Black Italianos, we done mob like Soprano's/ And Wink be the Don, ice on the arm/ Bone Thugs 'N the Harm, ya'll don't want none
Swear to God/ From the gun I'm paid in double; Execution Double 9 Style/ Ghetto is how we stay, ghetto is how we play everyday/ I'm a county (cens.)/ Murder, duct, on the bounty hunter solo/ My Regime all around me/ Hennessy, tip cup to the enemies of these thugs, thugs/ Ya'll follow with scuds on me, I got to keep my pistol on me/ Ammunition with a trigger finger ready to post me up/ Come, some of us, yup yups/ He one of us or a runaway slave? Fresh off the plantation, touch one of us reps and been strackin' those reps/ With the essence while I'm etched in a grave/ You know I'm fast when in a gang bang cause I go bang bang! It's The Ripsta, Ripsta/ Plenty Remy, out of focus, it's that Gambini also known as Mister (cens.) You, man
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Dre Money
I consume that is, poppin' from the youngest who the O.B. is for once I gets to mobbin' and it ain't no other cause I'm the coke-iest/ Act like you know, you best to know that/ Duece and something I would never divorce and before you know it, you bustas be readin' about me in The Source/ I chew mo' game than in basketball, my name is Dre Money baby and I gots money to endorse so ain't no love, want to be thugs? Ya'll can't see me like a light bulb/ Me and my thugs gon' get so high in the sky like the one above, I do what I do, I do it I does when I bring the noise to the mic like a cricket in the night/ I'm slick and wicked about my meal ticket/ Too much flow like E-4-0 sick wit it, with rhymes they're so explicit/ I'm comin' I'm gettin' with it havin' the lyrics, my time to shine like God's spirit/ Rollin' with the pyramid, throwin' nothin' thumb and two fingers/ I remember we did some hard Jamacian, guns spark from Wayne Park to Superior
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Available on the Blood & Tears soundtrack/ Original version available on the Thieveland album Da Land of Da Scandalouzz.