(Intro: Bizzy Bone)
To the Lords visionares. Dyin in the struggle (Yea). Rest In Peace, that's my A-K-A nigga. Yall don't feel me.
(Bizzy Bone:)
See, I was born in the womb, beatin' down my Moms' walls
Now, in the 90's you can find em makin' a chronic call
Definitely I needed a blunt, come fill it up with some bud
East Double 99 for life, ain't no of yall fuckin' with us (I know) There I was with the 'Thug, bustin' with the broke-assed gun
Tryna bluff my way
Hey, I pistol whippin' shit
I'm still number one
Runnin' the click and fuckin' wit a pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb
Buckin wit a 50
50 chance
Bizzy off in your city, ready to dance with these itchy ass hands
Hey, it's Bizzy on the offramp just 'cause he's thuggin'
Shit, this music got me soft, tramp
Even my cousins' buckin'
But I don't give a fuck, I'm pumpin' onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
I keep my gun and make the money, that's for my baby, son
What a creation in my life; I think he's a thug
And there I was, fuckin with the Thugsta Lay, with Flesh workin' feedin' the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A... better believe indeed
I got somethin' up under my sleeve
Connected to the G's... when it gets thoughtless, let's grow some trees
It's deja'vu whenever I'm with you
I could smoke on forever; Ain't it true that I do? I can feel it inside, I can't explain how I feel
Remember when my nieghbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal
Learn to fight off my back, on my own did I struggle
In Tha Land on my hustle tryin' to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows when we'll die, it still maintain through the rough
I be the first to give my life (My life...) BB da thug
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