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 queezy, 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 Duece, Duece isn�t missin� over some dick, I�m still laughin� on my mission
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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 Bone-
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
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-Bizzy Bone-
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 mothafucka thru 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't turn a ho into a house wife, or fake niggas into real niggas, where everybody wanna be in the limelight, or they wanna be the killers to the frontline/ Stickin� to the message, �cause other mothafuckas have you thinkin� like prison/ They ain�t tryin� to go to Heaven, might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself (Buck buck)/ 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
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-Bizzy Bone-
I don't wanna rock the pump but I'ma do it if I have to pop the trunk/ And I'ma get em when they thinkin they missed me what nigga that thuggish ruggish fucked him up (Sing it dejay ... reach on, reach on)
