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Bizzy Bone, we 'bout to do this
Family members from all around
Gather around
And they say this shit here is underground
But I know that we are over the ground
Yeah, holla at your boy
Eat honey and locusts, locusts
I gotta stay focused, focused
Ain't down for the hocus pocus, hocus pocus, hocus pocus
Eat honey and locusts, locusts
You know I stay focused, focused
Bizzy Bone, one time for they mama
Holla at me, boy
With a twenty dollar bill, bill, bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some more dough
And what they tell 'em when they come with the papes
We stack that bread, yeah, yeah
And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes, no more
With a twenty dollar bill, bill, bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some more dough
And what they tell 'em when they come with the papes
We stack that bread, yeah, yeah
And we don't fuck around with no haters up in here no more
Homies, enemies wanna be, never they gonna be
Anything coming to Bizzy, get rid of me now
Not even paying attention, I mention we stuck in the kizzy
City to city, we keepin' it movin' and doin' it
Smokin' and bombin' the fluid, sure am I high, hustle high
Riddle me now and show them how we do it
Get to it, ruin the stories and chew it up
Then we jet 'em and we bet 'em a grand
Now give me the booth, the fans feelin' me to my grand
Amassed it on that feelin' and man
Murderer, that hour, that glass, that sand
That shift of that, get to that, lift it and we're never alone
Call up the phone as if I ran out of money
And yes, it's funny, they would always tell me, "Welcome me home"
And now, right through that mystical critical thinkin'
And Critical drink in the blink of an eye
Better be careful when winkin' my eye
Tellin' the truth, I don't need to lie
Feelin' embarrassment, baby, I was straight up walkin' in truthfulness
And never a year do I have to worry about Ruthless
Gimme that paper, paper, paper, paper
We gotta escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper
See, that's that caper, caper, Superman
Doin' it better and better in the weather, the rhythm
We give 'em a little over hundred percent
Stuck with the scrilla with Baby and Wayne again
Bizzy, you know my name, my main
Number of the game, survival of the rival
Never compete with the stoppin' me, baby, I'm out it
Y'all only in me and I see what I see
Nobody copy me, baby, drop
Not many'll stop me
Now gimme that rhythm, I just wanna hit 'em in the face
Tell these haters quit copyin' me
I got that speed and harmony
What the fuck? And now what you say?
You know what it is, this is the way we play
With a twenty dollar bill, bill, bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some more dough
And what they tell 'em when they come with the papes
We stack that bread, yeah, yeah
And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes, no more
With a twenty dollar bill, bill, bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some more dough
And what they tell 'em when they come with the papes
We stack that bread, yeah, yeah
And we don't fuck around with no haters up in here no more
Critical thinkin', that's what a nigga be speakin'
I got a million-dollar conversation for the whole nation
I give an apology for the people that been waitin'
Bein' hella patient, waitin' on the gangsta
Now that I'm back with a lyrical attack
It's a fact that I bust like a MAC
When a nigga be rappin', it's like a nigga be clappin'
They recognize I'm a nigga that put the Valley on the map
I'm thugged the fuck out, everybody and they mama know
A little bit about the critical thinkin' nigga
That got the lust to pull the trigger
Get mad around my bitch's car through your mama's house
And don't make me call up my squad
Killers that shoot at a shank that I squab
Stick to my gut when it comes to the law
We bangin' on police, nigga, this the mob
I'm one of the niggas that hold it down for the West
Rollin' with a four-pound, down with the best
Niggas'll never know what I never show up
As I put a bullet through your chest
For people that's talkin' my name
All them undercover niggas is lame
People talk about me without the fame
But that's okay, homie, I'll put you to shame
I'm one of a kind, you better follow my rhyme
Because I follow my mind, but I'm ahead of my time
Everybody better buckle up and get ready
Your nigga 'bout to bust out the nine
Nigga, you could do whatever, but never say never
You never know what'll happen when they get to cappin'
Fully automatic is what I be packin'
Now look at your reaction, nigga
Gimme that twenty
With a twenty dollar bill, bill, bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some more dough
And what they tell 'em when they come with the papes
We stack that bread, yeah, yeah
And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes, no more
With a twenty dollar bill, bill, bill
We gon' flip this bitch and get some more dough
And what they tell 'em when they come with the papes
We stack that bread, yeah, yeah
And we don't fuck around with no haters up in here no more
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