| Yeah, Daddy’s the crackhead
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| Mama’s just lookin’for love
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| Marijuana, weedman, little thug
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| We don’t call him Steven
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| Breathin’in the garden of Eden
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| Eve was corrupted body combusted from the flames
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| Cleveland ain’t give me nothin’but game
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| Goin’insane and It’s rainin’bloody murder, murder
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| Chillin’in the gun range servin’on the corner, corner, chop, chop
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| Watch for the po po, drop top switches on the lo lo Your skinny nigga with the fo fo Make more hot tips like off in Dodge City
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| Elevation say they ain’t gonna dodge Bizzy like my kin folk
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| In the lock down love I don’t even budge
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| Cause I don’t know you
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| And I’m sure to get my thug on, ho Who that baby’s daddy, daddy is beatin’your nigga
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| Where his Caddy is?
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| He probably mad in fact don’t panic
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| Profanity I’m schitzophrenic
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| How do we manage so frantic and calm
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| With the bombay sneakin’on me, baby
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| In the battle zone, battle zone
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| Y’all near the end, y’all near the end, y’all near the end
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| In the battle zone, battle zone
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| Y’all near the end, y’all near the end
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| When I bust Ђ?em on down
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| In the battle zone, battle zone
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| When I bust Ђ?em on down
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| When I bust Ђ?em on down
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| In the battle zone, battle zone
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| Y’all near the end, y’all near the end
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| When I bust Ђ?em on down
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| (Bizzy)
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| Little Layzie feelin’the Quija shit it ain’t easy
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| Niggas beneath me tryin’to deceive me Wanna defeat me please not even these could keep me All on the wave length buck to the bang
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| Why they gotta stay and make me faint?
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| War paint, walk the plank
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| Fuck the bass smokin’hay
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| Me, I ain’t no joke
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| And then some more dope then you’d ever know
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| E-I-L-O, hello
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| When I’m all by myself let it go, let it go, let it go Rollin’with my posse your way, hell no Draped in Versace got me on lock
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| Did they rock the bells and play
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| Straight from the glock, glock love block later tears away
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| And consequences got me drinkin’free, yes i’ll pay
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| And that’s a pain Ђ?cause I was stuck in a rutt, you’d say
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| How do we stay in the war zone
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| Bizzy Bone, gotta phone and then lay on the floor gone, goin’on
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| Probably know we read
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| It’s hard to be in Bone here we are
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| In and out your car, and calm
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| Call me in the 7th song
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| Regime, you can’t get in the battle zone
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| (Bizzy)
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| I see no black queen, nigga searched it Then your other boys cursed the term
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| Run up your weave with one hand
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| I don’t show no mercy
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| Of course!
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| Who the fuck is a six, six, six, seven make the mayhem
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| Start blastin’on you, bitch
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| I come relentless where your killas at?
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| Posted up both of my henchmen
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| Remember then, Twista when you wasn’t aluminum foil
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| Strive to strike gold
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| And it might go slightly less dissin’the loyal
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| Money say I’m the royalty
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| Heltah Skeltah and Speedknots
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| Oh, you got lots of shit to say
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| You better respect me, mothafucka!
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| Seance and they knock me off with the Valium
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| Buy your bitch from my madallions
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| While my posse scopin’you ho’s
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| Slide my Mazarati to that slick bitch
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| Yeah that trick bitch
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| I’m ruthless, Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs, sign who?
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| Get at Ђ?em, nigga!
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| (Bizzy)
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| We got it jumpin’like peanuts
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| Get up and see us Fuck with the words to the song all night long
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| Baby, believe us damn my man keep bumpin’my back
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| Get you some rhythm, musta just got outta prison
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| Skippin’the kid but you with him
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| Do the walk say, ЂњFUCK THE COPS!Ђќ
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| Give it up some hardtimes gettin’in
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| Welcome to the bar, baby
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| We thuggin', huggin’this broad
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| And she rubbin’on me squeezin’my ass
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| Better check your pockets
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| Better not steal my cash
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| Ask Cube we be clubbin', clubbin', clubbin'
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| I’m your nigga in a bucket, like fuck it He think he ballin’in a Mercedes 600
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| But he wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t
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| But he wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t, wasn’t
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| (Chorus til fade) |