| The one baby!
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| As a child, army days, cancelled the fun childhood
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| After runnin away with mom so many times
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| It’s tearin their relationship apart
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| I wasn’t doin anything but bein a kid, no evil in my heart
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| Never played in the area of they minds, anything like that
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| Just a normal kid, yeah, yeah
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| I remember messin with these little girls around the corner
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| My stuff wasn’t even hard
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| Remember a brother was lookin for a little candy out the park
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| My mother went, my mother vent, momma what happened, momma I’m scared
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| Momma my head, so won’t you get it baby
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| We carry on, we carry on, we carry on, we carry on
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| Experience with different women, my dreams
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| And Sirita was a Cleveland and Sirita was clean
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| Now I’m explorin, the world around me very much learnin
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| And a, nurturing phase and a, lurchering phase
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| God with dirty people comin against me
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| It’s the life of the dead, record of company defend me
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| Still workin, the musical group, is that the crew?
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| Are they with me? |
| It’s Mr. Majesty, Capo and (Que!) Que, huh
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| From the West Wing, soldiers of the West Wing
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| Money straight flowin, it’s the best thing, best thing
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| They say sacrifice is I-N-C
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| With my buisiness partner Kanardo Davis, D.A.P
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| That’s the love, that’s the love, that’s the Lexus, that’s the Benz
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| That’s the thug, that’s the thug, that’s the thug, that’s the thug
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| The owners, it started in the night life
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| I don’t even remember havin fun, all I can remember is a trife life
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| Bizzy’s… story (we want Bizzy’s story)
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| Bizzy’s… story (we want Bizzy’s story)
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| Time to clean up and get sober man
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| The kids came moved over I took the last $ 90,000
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| And put it on a $ 5,000 square home and got $ 10,000 worth of furniture
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| Frigerator full of food, it’s for the kids
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| We moved on and we got a nanny
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| After much struggle we had a home, finally
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| My early manhood, strange bein the man of the house
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| Without Sirita it was terrible, small as a mouse
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| Soon I met up with the women in the park got married
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| It’s the way that we do it now it’s time to get carried
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| Las Vegas at the time wanted a mother of mine
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| Myself I needed somethin I could shine
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| Fortunately, goin to the fast, gettin at last
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| Hey, I’m bein tested…
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| Irreconcilable differences, it’s not over
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| I lost my house and my jewelry got stolen
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| And the kids were back with Sirita — it was the worst feelin
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| That you could think anybody could have, and Lord I need ya
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| I’m runnin around the struggle, runnin around the crib
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| We ain’t gettin robbed again, we ain’t gettin robbed again
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| Paperwork’s an issue, attorneys and lawsuits
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| And the lawyer fees concocted to get me fucked up and keep me on recruit
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| Yeah, the «Resurrection» and «The Gift» came out
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| Beautiful deal and we worked it out for about a year hittin shows
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| Doin the road workin real real hard
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| Well shit, we had a new team and fresh settings and a healthy body
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| For the road after 11 months of sobriety
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| Shit recorded that album in L. A
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| And of course we gettin the kids back
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| I think I’m gon' get married
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| Still never could I fight the night
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| All the women tryin to take my girl’s place
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, up above, up above
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| Do you feel it? |
| Do you feel it? |
| Feel the love, feel the love
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| I could not, find in a physical looks, it wasn’t there
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| After goin back and forth to L.A., L.A. cares
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| Handlin business, we under new management
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| But I’m growin, you know I’m still flowin
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| And another year passed, we still gettin gold and dash
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| It’s the greatest appearence, and they showed it like wow
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| Dodge, quick, move!
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| You know you got to be slick and watch out for that bullshit
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| Watch out for that pulpit, they got me standin and I’m duckin the guns
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| And yes I’m duckin the bullets and it’s always 'bout the one
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| The one, we represent it forever
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| In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit I still remember
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| I can remember drinkin with Uncle Damon and his buddy
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| While we shot ball in the back
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| And finishing up I was thirstier than a muh’fucker
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| I ask Uncle Damon for a drink of the water, shit he said «Sure, drink it»
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| Ice cold cup sweatin and I gulped it
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| It was Gin, wasn’t water, but I still downed it
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| Uncle Damon said, «You got a rock gut boy»
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| I used to think about Man Man often (Man Man often) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bizzy's Story , by - Bizzy Bone. Song from the album The Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп