Enemies, please, I keep my chest out, believe me/ Seven hundred lawyers, and they all actin� greedy, money-hungry/ Strugglin� while thuggin� it, my baby mama complains i�m too vain, the cigarettes detained, enemies feel the pain/ Itchy figguhz, while niggas stay snitched out then bitches, inches from havin� pussies/ Papa whooped us with switches, picture that/ How silly I�m happy, daddy just don�t understand/ I�m back on the block with my chucks in my land/ And, explored my sexuality when all the chickens was virgins/ (Now) we bailin� in Excursions, muderin�, then burnin� up Suburbans/ In my community we watch fights, but it really don�t bother me/ Sodemized by poverty/ Cause no one's thinkin� �bout our babies/ No one�s thinkin� �bout our babies
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
Trained murderah, murderah
-Bizzy Bone-
Heavily in this drug thang, and if they can stop Saddam from selling missiles, how are we saturated with pistols?/ They done legalized and taxed it with shame, and mark my words, they doin� the same thing with cocaine and herb!/ How do we elevate in the world? Jesus, plant the seeds and help these little boys and girls ease they mind, and I ain�t talkin� about smokin� weed, the word is all you need!/ Follow my lead, I�m thorough! I�m narrow with different homies, bail thru different buroughs/ Have double barrel, pearl handles, and my soul cracked the Sheryl!/ That ain�t a blast fiend, God cleansed and saved my soul/ And ain�t no turnin� around, �cause the morals can�t cope/ There�s no one thinkin� �bout our babies/ No one�s thinkin� �bout our babies
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Here for the babies, and I�m takin� my kids with me/ See, Moses never made it to the promise land, Satan, come get me! He�s ready to burn us all, baptized in flames like Kane/ Takin� a shot to my body, can�t let enemies aim to my brain/ Praying for the devil, hopin� he change his ways, he�s still laughin�, screamin� I don�t know the half, well tell me what the fuck done happened? I ain�t worried about a damn thang, God got my back, remember that!/ And fuck me �cause i�m on the attack!/ Can�t waste my time with these niggas, my brothers is just like me/ Made in the form or the image, but I love to scrimage with the team/ Believe in Jesus, indeed, ha! It�ll get more deeper, concentrate on the love, Satan is getting weaker/ There�s no one thinkin� �bout our babies/ No one�s thinkin� �bout my babies
