Besedila: Bizzy Bone. Alpha & Omega. Tha Streets.
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Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what? Bring yellow niggas back in style B
-Bizzy Bone-
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers
Momma was cheatin' and sleepin' with somebody elses nigga
A bastard is born quick, Lil' B got half sisters
Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my niggas die quickly
Speak from the spirit, they comin' with me
And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry
Club niggas is yuppies, guppies fuckin' these little baby puppies
Fresh outta prison, nigga rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less
Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky
So why you muggin' me thug, you really ain't buggin' me bitch
And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
I want to move out of this country, get away from motherfuckers
Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery
7th Sign, nigga
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus-
Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust
God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)
Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride till we meet out demise
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we really here up against obsticles
I'm a radical, killer Capo-Confuscious, throw up my fist if we compatible
No love? Fuck it, then let's battle
Ammo explode, machine gun rattle
Everybody scatter, hysterical
Sirens, police patrol (Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back controllin' the streets
Probablly some real niggas, got me heated, state your beef
These bitches need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other cheek
Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do
Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute
Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up
Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get fucked
-Chorus-
-Prince Rasu-
United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawns
In the same 'hood shit, got niggas from Compton to Africa on that thug shit
Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis
I can't love shit unless the fullest extent is given
I'm above this deception, I know they intentions
Weapons of thug shit if ever they step out of line
From ashes to dust, bitch! Ride, never been far from the grave, since the murder, never been afraid
My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed
Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death
And ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed
Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed
Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever
-Chorus-
Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what? Bring yellow niggas back in style B
-Bizzy Bone-
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers
Momma was cheatin' and sleepin' with somebody elses nigga
A bastard is born quick, Lil' B got half sisters
Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my niggas die quickly
Speak from the spirit, they comin' with me
And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry
Club niggas is yuppies, guppies fuckin' these little baby puppies
Fresh outta prison, nigga rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less
Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky
So why you muggin' me thug, you really ain't buggin' me bitch
And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me
The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers
I want to move out of this country, get away from motherfuckers
Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery
7th Sign, nigga
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus-
Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust
God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)
Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride till we meet out demise
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we really here up against obsticles
I'm a radical, killer Capo-Confuscious, throw up my fist if we compatible
No love? Fuck it, then let's battle
Ammo explode, machine gun rattle
Everybody scatter, hysterical
Sirens, police patrol (Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back controllin' the streets
Probablly some real niggas, got me heated, state your beef
These bitches need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other cheek
Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do
Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute
Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up
Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get fucked
-Chorus-
-Prince Rasu-
United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawns
In the same 'hood shit, got niggas from Compton to Africa on that thug shit
Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis
I can't love shit unless the fullest extent is given
I'm above this deception, I know they intentions
Weapons of thug shit if ever they step out of line
From ashes to dust, bitch! Ride, never been far from the grave, since the murder, never been afraid
My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed
Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death
And ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed
Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed
Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever
-Chorus-
Bizzy Bone