[Bizzy Bone] Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This is Revelations If it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face yourself with that question? Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', It's to my position as we yell This here's some bullshit like pit bulls In the bull pen Make that a fine, no If you don't like my bullets, To hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin'
[Puffy] I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin By the grievin' My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the biz' Baby, the industry's hell worth it
* - Oh, I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way)
[Puffy] Look in they grill and get the real Cuz expressions can mean alot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin' I seen alot The paper got us dressin' and impressin' We spend alot Confessions get us blessings from the Lord We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in? And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am I?
[Bizzy Bone] It's P. Diddy muthafucka
[Puffy] Do or die?
[Bizzy Bone] Don't give a fuck motherfucker
Roll through, trust no chicken Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition Buck, buck ammunition baby You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down And mami wants to help out So bought the best computer Yes, stress never more Fresh out the foster home If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers Can she come buy with me? Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor Who been left before a black out Tear up the stackhouse Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on) (Pick it up, ride through)
[Announcer] I present to you, our leader, Gambino with the Nina Ross... (Applause)
[Bizzy] Roll call, roll call (Seven Sign) Rap is back to its original force
[Announcer] Commander-in-Chief and the Mob Boss
[Bizzy] (Laughing...) I've been waitin' to rock shit Yea, yea, yea, yea (roll call) You muthafuckas can't shut me up! You muthafuckas can't stop me! (roll call)
[Announcer] I present to you, our leader
[Bizzy] Seven in Heaven, I love my bretheren, (?) Ready? Come catch us Hey, hey, hey
[Bizzy 1] It's a war goin' on here in this Universe Ha, ha. And I spoke my mind, and it liberated me Rap is truly back to it's original force
[Bizzy 2] The weeping widow and the abominations That is tatted on your forehead: You will fall in the new born Babylon Y'all don't feel me? Get on the muthafuckin' level!
For the ghetto media Don't let the light skin fool y'all I will fuck you up
Chorus: Bizzy Bone
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X) This is what it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (4X) This is what it sounds like when thugz cry, when thugz cry
Verse One: Bizzy Bone
Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic Maybe the past would understand If they'd get off there ass and mash How do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz Watch for the plot and delays envoys Scopin like a dope fiend But I'm smokin in the alleyz With these ghetto guns and erase my funds Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain Still rowdy, Jesus really never died You crucified mutual suicide, who am I? Local with vocals going coast to coast Heaven'll move me right fo sho Deception weather my brethren but sunny days when they parlay Get killed when they get to steppin Member the wepon's close and the doctor said I need time to myself on the ocean Those frivolous thoughts But I'm brought up of this independent Caught up sever relentless Evil intentions nobody knows him Even the henchmen warrior, poet, never did mention I love my lady rebel We can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on.
Chorus
Verse Two: Bizzy Bone
We keepin the light on at Ruthless and I ain't fuckin the boss lookin at me sexy Take your clothes off but my dick'll go soft! Never mix bussiness with your sickness Enemy see me flipin in the picnic with your lil' divide and conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her! Get off the dizznik and off my voice Me and my boyz Give us a choice How could you tell Sony that i was the only one making noise Ain't it a breech of trust Look in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book by it's cover word to the motherfucka I....I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosive on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stacks like lil' Pesi N Casino and Wish don't give a fuck! O I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead Woke up on the wrong side of the bed Bible of survival Triple six rivals, triple six rivals Member you said I read but rode with Killas, Niggas that'll bust in tha club you don't feels us strapped in the bed Strapped pickin up the kids in the realist, the realist, the realist, the realist.
Chorus
Verse Three: Bizzy Bone
It'll make your body shake when it's too late soon as you flipped off the saftey baby this we all day Don't tell me you crazy Will they sell me? Hell Naw! For the reason this weepin widow be the demon so cheap and at least she go peepin go peep deep dead in yo pockets no sleep Rollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games and the fool of this bitch mist I say shame, shame, shame. Enemies attacking me Actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty These casualties well they're passin me by but I hear death callin when it's so cold in the room who's stalling better come after me We say fuck y'all all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.
Chorus
When thugz When thugz When thugz When thugz When thugz When thugz When thugz When thugz When thugz cry
(Bizzy Speaking) It's time to give up the ghost. (Yo, what the fuck is this nigga)? Give up the ghost. (Shit, niggaz can't even get it on nowadays). Niggaz probably think we crazy up in this motherfucker, ha ha ha. I got my mob up in this motherfucker. (My cousins fightin cousins). Oh and they ready for war. Let me hear my regime, make some motherfucking noise. It's a war going on in the universe against good and evil. (Crowd Roars) Niggaz don't give a fuck out here, boy. It's a war going on out here, you ain't knowing. Can I smoke, smoke? Can I smoke? I tell you, it's a war going on out here. It's good and evil man. That's my camouflage, motherfucker. You boys is off the hook.
(Bizzy Rapping) It's a war going on and my dogs is raw. Nigga look in your rearview and tell me what you saw. I see this bulletproof nigga with his hand on his gun. I said nigga, you push the gas and somebody run. We all scatter from the chit chat bang. You think I'm high nigga, you got me fucked up. I'm looking through your eyes nigga. And I'm tough as fuck, coughing daily. Nigga, look the same popped comet coming at you. Who's gonna stop it? I say we dropping these hits. Straight platinum, can you hack it? Hell yeah, I'm been rapping since you was going on, what's happening? Run DMC, can you walk this way? Hell naw nigga, but I can sure pull my pistol and pop you, stupid motherfucker.
(Bizzy) Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master So the people didn't go on the boat, you know what I'm sayin'? B-L-A-C-K-H-O-L-E (Shit, smoke, can a black man get some paper up in this place, man?) (But I'm a black man in a white man's world) Fuck this shit
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin' Menensky mobbin', nigga Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin' Menensky mobbin', nigga Oh, Menensky (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin' Menensky mobbin', nigga Oh, Menensky (Menensky!) mobbin' Watts niggas with problems And the ?? thugs are from the projects smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run Menensky mobbin' muthafucka!
(Bizzy) Menensky mobbin' muthafucka with Watts niggas In Cali ready to riot and rally around brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo ?? Gettin' wacko and smokin' tabacco Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I'll pat you down too My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don't make me blast you Right past you with the mask on, bitch Sippin' the passion, get it twisted mister bitchafied This introduction bustin' I'm bumpin' properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no pron You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, nigga don't jock me--you're raw
(Chorus) Oh, Menensky mobbin' (I'm tryin' to get high muthafucka') Oh, Menensky mobbin' (You're over here trippin' and shit, man what the fuck's wrong with you?) Oh, Menensky mobbin' Man, we mobbin' on niggas You niggas can't fuck with me Watts niggas with problems And the ?? thugs are from the projects, We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
(Bizzy) Hock my Benz Fuck a bitch for the babies and Christmas gifts When I'm lifted ridin' down the strip: same niggas, the same shit Workin' the graveyard shift back on Brackland where the broads flipped like a movie And my raw dogs trip in the line of duty Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the hoopties and my Lucciano's groovy Judge and jury my movie confuse me with those other thugs On a high speed chase say Say don't swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like love We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, muthafucka word Sift through my proberbs And I heard that we're rockin' up birds When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin' soldiers Smokin' doja, composure suppose
(Chorus) Oh, Menensky mobbin' (Menensky muthafuckin' mobbin') Oh, Menensky mobbin' Oh, Menensky mobbin' (Watts niggas. With Watts with muthafuckin' problems, c'mon, c'mon) Oh, Menensky mobbin Watts niggas with problems And the ?? thugs are from the projects We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
(Bizzy) Born to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit I'm on the chronic chokin' bubonic, harmonic Eyes blood-shot red, loc'd out like Eazy--he dead, surprise Fuck the Feds, fuck the bitches instead Step in the bedroom, I'm about to get some head soon She's wet in the womb I'm kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun up What up, done up, shut up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful Well why the fuck I feel so much pain stressin' my brain? Let the train pass, look at the sky, play, laugh With visions back in May on how I played dad Don't say that and criticize yourself, I'm'a tell the truth Roof nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly And shoot if you wanna Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, it's normal Eventually your number's called through the portal and muthafucka fall Here's a quarter to call your dogs
Oh, Menensky mobbin' (Nigga, Menensky mobbin' world-muthafuckin'-wide on these hoes, c'mon!) Oh, Menensky mobbin' Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems And the ?? thugs are from the projects Whoo! We're smokin' chronic with love and the gun in the glove Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run For sure (Menensky niggas mobbin' world wide Are you down with the Menensky Tribe? Getready for war)
{Mr. Majesty} This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs) (Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin')
Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle 365 I'm live at every angle Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope
{Mr. Majesty} Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for You can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw You can steady toughen the law; They'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores Tuck in your jaw If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower Sinus flaired to the smallest odor Tried to get open but just a file folder Next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless death I'm compound to be a sound souljah On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava Drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder Addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures Enlistment predicted to be held over Hired wired cobras to work front desk, smoke Dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be less His ploy to decoy the congress, skills Too broke to pay homage In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate Had your staff astonished precise math, most dominant Switch
{Mr. Majesty} Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish No talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced Stompin' the housing, crowdin' kids That's pounding playgrounds and courts Where small missiles went through So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse Raps biggest divorce needs figures For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth When the greed mood falls off The danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus Not lookin', in a rush, might have been a mascot for I. H. O. P. as human slush, keep it lower than hush The diploma for lust and slight comas When I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush
Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle 365 I'm live at every angle Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope
{Mr. Majesty} Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' them down A nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground Preparering kings, courtship is now Ignite torch for sundown Quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November At the brink of dismay My eyes will never flicker Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks Intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver Have no ties to the beginning Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks Incentive: soul search the whole earth extensive Had a low chirp, slow birth in placenta Incubated and escalated to contender Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on mush Now sexually molest ovaries, finessed Locally approach me with respect and royalty - Majesty
"And after this you'll call me Your Majesty'"
Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence No talents with instruments But the choke - hold vocals compensate the difference Society full of menaces - abnormal residents
It's like I'm floatin' I think I'm floatin' Got me open, I guess I'm floatin' No jokin', I'm movin' as my words are spoken A vibe in groovin', lightening movement I feel so exclusive
Is your brain on drugs?shit yall don't know nothin bout this weed, I always get high on the realest level ive been smokin since i was about eleven or twelve
Bizzy & (Cat Cody) She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway (She's ridin' on the highway) She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway (She's ridin' on the highway) She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway (She's ridin' on the highway) She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
(Bizzy) Tellin' me to be careful
(Cat Cody) Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom,zoom
(Bizzy) Tellin' me to be carful though so dangerous I say let's change it Put on your coat and call up the chauffer Oh, gotta leave the babies Face-to-face it's goin' down Baby lace it with some basment as (just a little) Just a little temptation, and bury it underground And make ya nigga feel famous and say "Hey, fuck the pages" Off to the freeway, anxious to play (Damn) Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone else And lady respect my patience from temptations Let off all that frustration, all is well, hell, what are you waitng for? Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in the storm
[Bizzy - 8X] Roll with me Roll, can't you come over?
[Cat Cody - 2X] Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway? Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah
(Bizzy) When I Put you in my car (Zoom, zoom) move far We chose to lose time and, my, why there you are When I saw that night, I had to call It's gotta be right, it couldn't be wrong Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at the stars, all of them, long And on the freeway, baby believe me, gotta take it easy Yet appeasin' to please 'em Oh, Jesus, she's breathin' on me! But I ain't that weak to put her to sleep So respectful, respect your temple, subliminal Probably pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car
[Bizzy - 12X] Roll with me Roll, can't you come over?
[Cat Cody - 2X] Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway? Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah
(Bizzy) We're peekin' each other's secrets (Shhh) No speakin', just heavy breathin' (Why don't you take a ride with me? C'mon)
(Cat Cody) Friday!
(Bizzy) Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we're peakin' each others secrets No speakin', just heavy breathin' A quarter inch from your cleavage The reason you got me Teasin'--be gentle Interested sexual in a room to touch you eventual, too much potential Lookin' at you sensual Let you go, roll, have your space And I'll be paper chasin' up and down, straight ghetto face And have you ever fell in love Just as much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch?
[Bizzy - 8X] Roll with me Roll, can't you come over?
(Cat Cody) Just for that touch Roll, come on and roll with me Stroll, come on and stroll with me Girl, can't you come over? Stroll with me? Yea, you can. Yea, you can go with me Yea, I know you can C'mon, yea you can I know you can Just ride with me
[Bizzy - repeat 2X] Demons surround me all the time Demons surround me all the time Now pick up your psychic line Now pick up your psychic line
[Bizzy] Nobody believes Nobody believes Nobody believes me, even my baby girl See I was raised up on that ouija in my crazy world Better take it easy [Sang] Outta my mind, outta my mind outta my mind, outta my brains, brains 7th Sign time, in a line, shine, fin to bye-bye, die die, bang bang Hit 'em with that woo-woo, and that flip-flop flown-n-low Steady as we roll Maybe you don't know, oh Get away for safety, in a coma like state, invade me Everyone say: "Hey, hey, he's crazy" Premenitions, kick pushin' daisies Wait, they chase to slay me Paranoid, mortal to the paranormal, jumpin' out portals. Kinetical energy formal in the global get warmer Mormons may mourn, may Messiahs be born, torn in the purgatory Sworn to violence, silence, word my bond Get ya story on, call me, saw me in the army gatherin' in harmony Hardly in all we be so salty
[Chorus] Demons surround me all the time Demons surround me all the time Now pick up your psychic line Now pick up your psychic line
[Bizzy] Talk to the walkin' dead, crossroads, call on the Rev., lost souls And I'm off in a coffin' tossin' my memoirs, oh no In the closet, come open the door, what do you see? A funeral Usually closest to kosher 'til I see some loved ones, don't go Get it crucial, pick up the psychic line Future to before time in the sinister mind of spiritual wicked Intertwined with weak souls, come kick it Written, rewind, get it, look out, hit it, rise Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride Mimic, die Nigga, fly Boom bye-bye. My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign (7th Sign) Time after time get mine, gon' get mine Pick up the phone line, pick up the phone line, ready for truth on the loose? Got a dime or two and I'm liable to tell you, only if you know, wooo He flew right bye you, true demons follow and resume from the womb in the tomb I fool you, boom, boom, boom B-b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
[Bizzy - repeat 5X] Demons surround me all the time
For the Menensky tribe worldwide (will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)
[Chorus] 2x The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter
It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children Came out of Cleveland with Steven, and even my peoples was creepin, but now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin Did ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and, keep the pistol gripped Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem Look out for lay man His trigger finger itchin' to lay them His trigger finger itchin' to lay them Don't run to lose your life Enjoy I ain't fuckin around and makin the noise, but better believe I'll get up and leave and keep my poise (O yellow boy you holdin??? Hell, yeh!!!!) Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack, and I got a mini-mack for the action The murder and mashin, Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash 50 thousand dollars cash As fast as you can smash Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks Flash through the childhood relax and, react it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac Forgive but never forget Sin yeh even within the thin begin again With that pretty little bitch in your click Uh spittin' demonish shit Hey baby you need a friend and act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off Fuck the club even the six it's hellish I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs Who be fuckin with seven....seven....seven....seven.... seven....seven....seven....seven....
[Chorus] 2x The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.
Gather up gas masks for biological war We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho' Niggaz in the C.O. We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes With the last word (SHUT UP!) The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code Oh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the Millenium Your future youth be the truth in the music You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore Little E, B.I.G., Tupac Shakur Murdered in California Need I say more Killa forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it? Lose the Lord's covanent I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired The Roof is on fire... We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all put y'all muthafuckin lighters in the air Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - lil' nigga...
[Chorus] 6x The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.
(Bizzy) What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through? If you only knew, if only you knew What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through? If you only knew (Nobody can stop me Damn) Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through? If you only knew (Nobody can stop me) What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through? If you only knew, if you only knew.
(Bizzy) Look at my sister sadden when my baby's mammy Like she can't stand me Say family be the first to turn so pity (?) Filamina, my granny, celebrate the grammy damn Nobody knew no plannin' was so perfect Rollin' my (?), never forget the Bones Trippin' on foster homes Sayin' I wasn't manly with a scarred up soul Why can't my skeletons understand me What if I said I was molested Would you look at me peel, But I keep on bailin And I hope I don't go to hell, stressed I will Can I sell my bio? I was born in Ohio Already on trial Cause Pops said I looked too light, but mom 's just white But I still had your smile And look at me now gotta be proud of myself Ain't nobody else soundin' so worried about my health And all the while takin' care of my kids How would they live If I ain't hustlin', strugglin', (trustin') still keepin' Jesus a part of solution He gives life in the lungs Breath through tongue Now here it comes Now, here it comes; and here we go
(chorus) Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now If only you knew What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
(Bizzy) And my mama took plenty beatings Now in her third damn marriage and man Actin' like he cares apparently 'till you perish But I was always there for you Even though you let me leave he's beatin the shit outta me, too Probably why I got my bodyguards And I'm in charge Watch me sleep the pay is meek But stay with me And keep my heart collateral, we'll never break apart Y'all didn't see me with Eazy, as a child of god With the underdog Never applaud once you reminisce through the ball Movin' in Heaven's movie Y'all, think of all that fucked-up shit you saw Only if you knew what I was goin' through
(chorus) What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through? If only you knew Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now If only you knew What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
(Bizzy) Flashback to may and with the weight of the world Can't stop my girl from steppin Lookin' for affection in wrong places My lesson be learned world turns The early bird gets the worm What if it's rotten while you rushin' for love and get burned? Five kids and that's my only concern I was a father before I became a man society don't comprehend Callin' me worthless but I could purchase what they purchase But I understand behind closed curtains you workin' on being a man Death scares me But Jesus will prepare me And hopefully repair me As god would want him to, really really Ghetto media see the thug Watch your sins Then it's true you can be born again.
(chorus) (repeat till end) What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through? Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your lost souls and fuck the world those little girls in Jonesboro died all alone down in Arkansas woods little Mitchell strapped up with ammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is plotted out in land morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody STOP IT put it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read bye bye baby Debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to the parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no Marilyn Manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance it I got children myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin.
[chorus]
I stand in front of the Congress with these runaway slaves of justice blame it on Bone Thug music and abusive fo' fathers don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce juvy back in Columbus in Cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid for and Mr. Mitchell Johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at 15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him go heard him go little Mitchell dead and gone from the Mob boss BB Gambini Nina Ross in the Crossroads die off little demon off those and assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyz is killas that'll split you wig and of course they should die as if they were muthafuckin big you dig.
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I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally unfoil little Mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay attention boy 'member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you soon will die give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho movin in heaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in God but I'm worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with my crossbow glory to Jesus I love my mob BREAK 'EM OFF DAWG lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's muthafuckin big can you dig...........
(Intro:) One-one-one-one, mic check one Gallopin to a hood near you, one time Bald head... And you know what I'm talkin about doin I'm talkin about handlin this business here
(Bizzy Bone:) They can never play me with they mystical readings It's the bald head horse man, evil retreatin One steppin up in the party for the (? ), patiently on a mission I spread love, that's my family's tradition Been on a mission as I'm lookin out for these enemies Ain't no pretend-to-be's, dons of the game they playin centipede Old school bring it close and serious now Origin-al, with the mirac-al, to bow down And tell the sixes that we comin to get 'em Unleashed by the disaster and you see these Little brothers thinkin they weathered the bible's evil-minded women But the chicks never had me shook They thought they had the good cookie Until they hooked up with the cookie crook Whoa, give them a rose, and give you one for your jewels and such So pay attention little playa cause this means so much Yeah, one time for they mind Hol-la back, little motherfucker, hahaha
(Interlude:) Bald head horse man, horse man It's the bald head horse man Gallopin to a hood near you It's the bald head horse man... Breaker breaker breaker breaker breaker Tune in, link in with us, we'd like to speak with you
(Bizzy Bone:) Came back from the cold world, the people have the iris walkin Came back with a blessin, now I'm strained from the heart I'm a talkin ... Been flippin out like I'm Dominique Dawkins The only trick in war was workin out on my ego often My flight is paid on the chicken hawkin I don't work for evil so how the fuck they think I'm a mess with they people They done read the book of demons, man what a slut And then they only, heh - do your knowledge to the bitch, so what And I'm about the kitten so what, and it won't even show up I tell the wicked army that the father up in Heaven with us We claimin one true God, one these bitch-ass demons In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit is be the reason
(Interlude:) It's the bald head horse man, yeah It's the bald head... It's the bald head horse man, horse man Yup...
(Bizzy Bone:) Let me make a declaration, a declaration For motherfuckers to know so there's no more indication And it's no more battle station unless it comes from within And this is the way we do it, pour out your cup on the sin Fuck grindin and hustlin - and to keep the dudes Up off the stage while I'm shakin my stick, I've had enough of them Ride past the enemy, smilin and laughin I heard a bitch grabbed her homie, and I ride right past him But, ha, pussy motherfucker have to bury me Jesus Christ carry me, only God care for me (? ), nobody comin woodward with animals Sorta like Noah's Ark, the people here be like cannibals I figured the war was so important that I give 'em the rules But be sell out to bail out, in the moment of dues The time is tickin, it's considered the doom And the money that you possess as we possessed in the womb Shhh, calm down, you gon' whisper the loom I represent the one true God, jump over the broom Mazel tov, motherfucker Yeah y-yeah y-y-y-yeah
(Outro:) Horse man, horse man, it's the bald head It's the bald head horse man, horse man Of course man, breaker breaker one-nine we're in tune again We heard you, we heard you, we heard you Holler back, one true God In the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ (fades out)
