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Bizzy Bone
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Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Oh, shit Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I'm huntin' wabbits I'ma let my nuts hang, nigga In these tight pants until the buck spray Or with a 12 gauge, I don't give a f*ck Nigga, f*ck them Anybody, everybody with a bottle No lie, without my army, I ain't sorry Little nigga, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg Man the gun so big it'll blow a nigga brain into crosswords Little Ricky better run swerve It's that's soft shores 'cause the god damn Converse Chicken dippin' like it's tossed served But those lost words be the same but I saw worse I had the sauce first I let it thaw thristin' at y'al' Arrogant and egotistical without a flaw Standing there with no one beside ya like Guards Drippin', I ain't trippin', got a couple of 'em, dawg Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, nigga We get even, nigga, don't be afraid of Steven I'll let big boy hit you with a SIG, boy I'm like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin' An enigma And that culture need 'em And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need 'em When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter But I am a good leader I give you another banger I give you another heater Remember me, mother f*cker The gun on the album cover I'm one of the tower brothers The 50 in Power brother The Michael of our brother The cyclical nature that circles all around the brothers It wouldn't touch a nigga money, got the salary, brother Micky and Mallory, brother I got that cal on me, brother With out no title you mother f*ckers I'm about to pull the musket out And let it off in this mother f*ckerWatch your mouth, you niggas soft in this mother f*cker Bet the industry just tossed you out You all slaves on the label, little god damn cock suckers Y'all livin' off show money Get paid every first of the month, now that's mo' money Little B from the grave at the crossroads When I look at my sons say, "That's your money" Murda, murda, murda, I am general You little niggas sure ain't sweet These niggas think we number runnin', I'm on TMZ And I'm a free emcee I got love for the young bouls But that's me Little Lay in the building chasin' around little children My niggas hunt I can't front but I'm chillin' My artillery is steady, heated heavy every motherf*ckin' place that I'ma go so I be ready [Break] Po-po been already here Run out the back with the peer Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew BM is all in my DM Bitch, I'ma call when I see 'em Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I'ma see how you bein' Niggas is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams, yeah Rippy to yams And all of my people that roll with the Bone When I'm comin' to give what we stand, uh [Break] Po-po benn already here Run out the back with the peer Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, nigga We get even, nigga Don't be afraid of Steven I let big boy hit you with a sig boy I'm like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin' An enigma And that culture need 'em And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina 'Cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need 'em When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter
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