Bizzy:Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the
C-O. Man,fuck y'all niggas.Yeah, I'm (tatted) so when I
die, you can see what's deep in myeye [myeye].Maje:7 Sign .
. .Bizzy:I put who got you, too, who shot you, who got you,
glock you andstopyou [stop you, stop you].Look who got you, too,
who shot you, who got you, pop you andstopyou [stop you, stop
you].Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up even if
I'm undersurveillance, I watch out, wanna win, and fuck
'em up daily,throwin' up7, what am I yellin'?
Murderer. Nigga, once you come must belikecrazy if you
[Muthafucka, don't play me] play me. Nigga, nottoday.
Isee you but you can't see me. I know with all of
government and,yes,this will get crazy and blow [bomb, bomb,
bomb, bomb].Maje:Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn,
blastin' out yoursteroesor your headphones. The roots
exploited clones; therefore, it'smy job todescribe the
loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit.
Artisticskinabrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly
reflections, it'smagnified tonew levels of
elevation.Bizzy:Seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh
sign seal.Yeah, now y'all know, yeah.Yeah, I'm
(tatted) so when I die, you can see what's deep in myeye
[myeyes, my eyes].Now, look who got you, then, who shot you, who
pop you, glockyouand stop you [stop you, stop you].Look who got
you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you andstopyou [stop
you, stop you].Bizzy:The Rip here to run in the street, and
flippin' on police, yeahthey knowme, I'm not lonely,
only, show me when the smoke clears, and atleast Ihad my homie
and a nigga, K, homie. All bitches, look into it asyouwant the
real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, andshoot it,
shootit. And you knew it, too, when, when you looked in my
eyes, I'mready todie. And I hope my mama really loves me,
'cause daddy's bye-bye. Innerpride with the Ripsta,
let 'em hit ya with the scripture, pictureme loc'dout
and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?).Maje:Three sixty-five
out of all the round trees, they'll be
Japanese,Maje'scorruptin' record companies. Nigga,
jump for cheese, catchsub-zerofreeze and crack once the
atmosphere brings the temperature back,slacksonly in dress
pants, have you ever danced with the devil inpalemoonlight? I
have. Hollywood niggas make me laugh. Sell adream to'em.
Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash.
Myoverheadprojects how ends meet to foul or ejected, lyrics was
selectedbeyond mycontrol, last door on the totem pole, pockets
swoll from taperesidue, lastinterview and went in daytime,
it's made a promise to let downsmoothcriminals gently and
(?) grab your earlobe and billion, this isbigbusiness, buy
tapes, don't lend, niggas (?) while I scrap
changeforphillies, why grill me? Got bigger balls to chase
waterfallswith Chili,explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it
to that ass over thehook sowhen you slip, gots it. I ride up on
it. I had to maintain mymentalframe, and now I'm Boneless,
word sound 'til I'm foamin'. Cybergenicswanted my
genes for clonin'. Disownin' heads like Romans
fightrebelTrojans. More than civil suits make my longevity
boost, articlesandpromotions make me more potent. Deadly to the
mind, 'causin'somethin' to be blind, redefine
lines entertwined with allmankind.Would that rain outshine
divine Maje, shame, the boogie downBronxis where the heart still
remain.Bizzy:I'm a let a nigga know, you know what I'm
sayin', just right offthe bat. Igives a fuck about no
nigga. Don't be no (corvie)-ass nigga. I'm
tryin' totell niggas that off the rip, off the rippa,
baby.[I must be losin' my mind . . .] I must
be.Where's the mob? Find your specialty, let's give
this nigga ajob. Is youready for jail? Yes and no, but
somebody's gonna try to rob. Wecanspar, but you gon'
drop [drop], I'm a bomb, ready for war, will Ip-poppop,
better look out for miles, been doomed since the womb. Willhe
putme in my tomb? I've been thuggin' so assume when I
enter yourroom,boom. Stomped through Compton and cities
y'all ain't neverheard of,and listen, I bet
there's thousand people screamin' out
"murder,murderin'ya." Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got
a (?). I'm tatted sowhen I dieyou can see what's deep
my eyes. Trues ride but trues die, mynigga,don't cry, I
shedded my last tear when I found out love was alie. So I
try,but it ain't nothin' for my mental. So piss off
my pencil, and Iblast, dashin a rental. One nigga got (?) and
off he in a trap withsawed-off theytook a chance and lost,
let's spray A-K and make gangsta gone,don'tfinish the
wars when they ain't over, I love you thugs, but
allthemskeletons got so close and they got so (?) if it
ain't (?), thisfamily thatdon't give a fuck who you
are. It ain't nothin' like sometrouble. Howclose?
How far [how far, how far]?
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