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[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
Yall aint ready foe this shit. Yall know what it
is…haha (Please believe it) Yeah you know what it
is nigga, fuck these niggas who do not believe, in
what tha fuck tha 7th sign will do. You
muthafukkas. I need money, you muthafukkas. Put it
on me muthafukka. Put it on me. This how we play
muthafukkas. Comin to get you niggas (7th sign
mastermind in full effect…yeah. All you suckas can
eat a dick. All you playa hatas, yall outta stop
that shit, fuckin’ around and take yo
bitch…hahaha. 7th sign nigga. DOA nigga/ Capo
Confucius, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious, Baby
Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister big
Heather)
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)
Thats how we play...
[Bizzy Bone]
Gimmie an ounce for $350/ Nigga need a quick
divorce/ My niggas keep telling me what they keep
sayin about B in the Source (Source)/ But I don’t
read magazines (Zines...)/ Nigga that’s just
irratation (Tations)/ Bizzy reads the type of
books to further along his education (Cation)/
Little do they neva pow-pow-pow what/ Little do
they neva pow- who-who?/ Little do they neva pow
me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you/ (You)/
Aint no time to be trippin on women/ Cause women
will have you get caught up n’ shot/ Lil niggas
them bitches is yours/ So clap on tha rubber or
beat up tha cock/ Lil niggas yall so horny
(Horny)/ Only got yo car for broads (Broads)/ How
could I be hatin’/ When yall are tha fakest niggas
I've eva saw (Saw)/ Yall rollin’ with snitches, I
don’t know no snitches (Snitches)/ I roll with
real niggas, till they fall off/ God pick ‘em up
foe they loose they britches (Ahaha)/ And I feel
my children love me/ Daddy gotsta do more betta
(Betta)/ By the time we makin money (Money)/ And
spending my time with ‘em/ With ‘em, with ‘em,
stuck up in tha middle/ Play me like fiddle,
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filthy like everyday/ Don’t be fickle mauhfukkas…
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Would it be betta if we could just choose the
future/ Blood mixed up call me fuchsia/ Thug
picked up by the people/ No Ruthless, no medusa/
See I got jacked in Beverly Hills/ Still I keeps
it real/ Very selective, wanna just smoke n’
chill/ See I’m a veteran/ All the grenade
launchers, wont cost me much (Much)/ Anyone could
get extorts (Extorts)/ Yeah nigga you can be
touched (Be touched)/ I did all my dirt in tha
burbs (In the burbs)/ I was ridin’ around/ With my
sisters babies father/ Double barrel shot-gun say
word/ Ready or not here come my words/ Steady or
not, that shits absurd/ Already got, me all
perturbed/ Cop on tha block, gettin’ on my nerves/
This is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin’ been
falsified/ Niggas don’t let ‘em lie to yall, I’ma
tell tha truth on mine/ And I really want no more/
Catch yo ass security wires/ Open the door, these
rappers is scared as hell/ What you frontin’ for?/
He got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed/
Is this the way it is, Little Bizzy takes tha
lead…
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda/ I’m betta
with money/ Been runnin’ around, with a gun in his
skully/ And one on my buddys now dippin’ tha
swisha/ And then again hmm../ Nobody’s tha best,
and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone
(Lone)/ I’ma tell yall, all my secrets/ Son of a
mistress, carry on (On) outta tha foster home,
been raised outta my freaky ways (Ways)/ Burn my
collection of porn/ But I don’t wont no straits
(Straits)/ What about church folks, stressin’ that
I should change (Change)/ Live ya life, I’ma live
my life, without the lies and let me pray for
change/ Now keep tha pimp cup/ I don’t wanna blow
tha pimps up/ Cause my fathers, father was
pimpin’/ And he left all of his children checkin/
I don’t have to respect it/ And you don’t have to
respect it/ Gimmie my space, and I’ma give you
yours/ It’s my profession nigga (Nigga)/ It ain't
a game, yall can pop tha collar (Uhh)/ It’ll be
some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin’ ya
column/ One foe tha money holla (Holla)/ Two for
tha D-playas/ Its tha way we play n’ police nigga
yall can swallow…
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