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Bizzy Bone - Who Me? - Neighborhood
Who Me?
01. Who Me?
02. Army on Deck
03. Time Keeps Passin’
04. Thuggish
05. Excalibur (LP version)
06. Breathe
07. Neighborhood
08. Do You Want It
09. Musifixtion
This is for
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood

Thank God for the love
'Cause a nigga was up in the club
Lookin' dumb, now here the rats come
Don't wait, a single black daddy
With six little babies and one hell of a job
Mob in and out of cities
Why is these niggas mad at me?
They say I'm pretty and he don't want his daughter to see
I'm little Bizzy, thank God for my destiny
I love you mama, ain't no drama, ain't a path for me

The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood

I barely made it, I was runnin' around faded
Gunnin' the town up
Comin' around the corner, Jesus, I found ya
Dead bodies, my sister still wanna party
Nobody can stop me, nobody can stop me
You want everything you want
Stop searchin' for your soulmate
'Cause you already got you one
Let's take it easy
Help 'em with the homework, discipline
Y'all don't need to hear that shit

The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood

I met her at a party, ready to fuck
And I ain't give a fuck 'cause she's in another nigga truck
And you can have that bitch back as soon as I'm finished
I'm fourteen, so a nigga kinda get it
She's a motherfuckin' slut, the realest
What do you know? I fell in love
The real was I fell in lust
Young and dumb and full of cum
Bitch, can I fill it up?
Damn, got a baby in nine months
You was on the get up
I was at home cleanin' they shit up
Been up since three in the morning
You got a nigga with your fake ass
Now you wanna call me for a bus pass
Fuck that, keep walkin', walkin'
No one's talkin', they said nothin'
And that shit gon' kill ya
Better take caution, bitch
I'm still that killer, killer, killer for love

The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
The whole wide world (The whole wide world)
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood
And your neighborhood