I keep on seein things (Booya). This big pussy, suga dick come here suga dick. Naw this sweet nuts right here. I'm headin down I-71, I just picked up a dirt bag of weed, this shit is grass. (I keep on seein things)
-Bizzy-Chorus-
As time keep passin� us by in my community, watchin� the children die, bitch-made police, and they brutality/ Prozac and Ridilin, that ain�t what we need/ And you wonder why our children keep smokin� weed
-Bizzy-
Take a look into the gun, look at what we�ve become/ Daddy don�t love me, only come around the first of the month/ Me and mommy still in the slump, why don�t he love us?/ I can�t even blame him, �cause ever since I came, we been stuck in the same ghetto/ Now I�m carryin� heavy metal when times is tough/ I don�t know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough/ Abandoned buildings, police searchin� all the children/ Ain�t no peace in the streets, at least not where I�m livin/ Kneeling to god, �cause Satan never gave us a chance, evil never had no rythm, man, the devils can�t dance/ Got three pairs of pants, but I keep �em all creased, whether chicken or ham, we gon� use the same grease/ Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle/ Yeah, scufflin� money, just try to stay out of trouble/ Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama!/ And if it�s gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!
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-Bizzy-
Why is the broad on my back like that?/ Don�t ask me, I�m for passion, I�m smashin� on niggas, come blast me!/ All my people tellin� me I should sing more, Yes!/ Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club, free Flesh!/ Creepin� on a come up, I�m from Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio/ Donate myself for science and the cryo/ Yet all these niggas gangbang, somebody should tell �em the truth, I�ll sell �em somethin� that�ll get they heart to pumpin�, and help the youth!/ Hangin� in the graveyard, everybody�s playin� hard/ Satan�s on a mission to get us, I hope that nobody with us, and given us slave ways/ Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day, one hundred and ninety thousand, I guess platinum don�t pay/ Can I please get some mo� money? Somebody could buy my way, �cause shit, the rent�s due/ Glad I got ghetto credit, don�t let the industry pimp you ...
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-Bizzy-
Babies born with AIDs, and we pray for em/ They hording the vaccine, black helicopter rain on �em, I�m gainin� on �em/ Maintain the main thang on �em, shame on �em/ But another victim died of vain for �em, slain/ Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane, and the only thing that survived was the black box, they frame the black cops/ Slang crack rock/ Wannabe Hot Boyz, so he gon� make the block hot, block hot/ They wanna see me sasquash, pull out my glock, cocked, and pop pop!/ Go to jail, don�t nobody send you mail/ Hell, I�m ridin� �til these wheels fall off, or they can take it to the chop shop/ Shut up, I�m shinnin� on you bustas! What!? Ready to hustle, get your struggle on, no!/ When you wanna double up, you keep fuckin� up!/ Your mind�s gone, time�s gone, everybody�s runnin� amuck/ They say that lesbians is sick, but they just do wanna fuck