Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wit a $20 Dolla Bill, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Midwest Cowboy & Trials and Tribulations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.05.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Wit a $20 Dolla Bill |
And they say this shit here is underground |
But I know that we are over ground |
(We gon' get this money, fuck that shit!) |
Yeah, holla at your boy (one time boyyyy) |
Eat honey and locus locus (locus) |
I gotta stay focused focused (I gotta stay focused) |
Ain’t down for the hocus pocus, hocus pocus |
Hocus pocus (stay focused and sharpen on this) |
Eat honey and locus lucus |
(I don’t give a fuck what you got on me, you know I got nuts) |
I gotta stay focused focused (c'mon nigga) |
You know I stay focused focused, Bizzy Bone (you better get yo' money) |
One time for they mind (honor nigga, honor nigga!) |
Holla at me boy |
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill |
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!) |
And won’t you tell 'em what we do with the pape’s (won't you tell 'em?) |
We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh |
And we don’t fuck around with haters or no hoes no more |
(fuck around… whassup Abraham?) Get up out that do' |
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!) |
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!) |
And won’t you tell 'em what we do with the pape’s |
We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh |
And we don’t fuck around with haters or no hoes no more |
(Don't fuck around boy, with no haters up in here no mo') |
Homies, enemies wanna be, never they gonna be, anything comin to Bizzy |
Get rid of me now, not even payin attention I mention we stuck in the kizzy |
City to city, we keepin it movin and doin it, smokin embalming fluid |
Sherm I’m high, oh so high, riddle me now and show them how we do it |
Get to it, ruin this the way it should be done |
Then we jet 'em and we bet 'em a grand |
Now give me the boot, the fam, Philomina my gran |
And Macedonia feelin me man |
Runnin with that hour, that glass, that sand that shifted |
That gifted, that lifted and we’re never alone |
Call up the Bone as if I’ve run out of money (I need some money in this bitch) |
And yes it’s funny and this gold they come and welcome me home |
Right through that mystical, critical thinkin and critical drinkin |
The blink of an eye, better be careful when wakin my mind |
Tell 'em the truth I don’t need to lie |
Feelin embarrassed and baby I was straight up walkin in truthfulness |
And never again do I have to worry about Ruthless |
ROO! |
Give me that paper paper paper paper |
We got to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper |
See that’s that caper caper — Superman! |
Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin 'em a 100% |
Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again |
Bizzy, you know my name, my name |
Number with the game, survival of a rival |
Never compete with the stoppin me baby |
I’m audi, I only am me and I see what I see, nobody copy me baby |
Drop dead on your side baby — now give me that rhythm |
I just wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha) |
Tell these haters quit copyin me |
I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck? |
Right there, what you say? |
(what did he say?) |
Hey, you know what it is (you heard, you heard, you heard) |
This is the way we play-ay, this is the way we play |
Yeah let’s get this money nigga! |
Critical thinkin, that’s what a nigga be speakin |
I got 'em leakin, got a conversation for the whole nation |
I give an apology for the people that been waitin |
Bein hella patient, waitin on the gangsta |
Now that I’m back with a lyrical attack |
It’s a fact that I bust like a mac |
When a nigga be rappin it’s like a nigga be clappin |
They recognize on a nigga that put the Valley on the map |
I’m thugged the fuck out, everybody and they momma know |
A little bit about the critical thinkin nigga |
That got the lust to pull the trigger |
Get mad at when my bitches call at yo' mommas house |
And don’t make me call up my squad |
Killers that shoot and that shank and that squab |
Sick to my gut when it comes to the law |
We bangin on police, nigga this the mob |
I’m one of the niggas that hold it down for the West |
Rollin with the fo'-pound, nine with the vest |
Niggas’ll never know it, I never show it |
But I’ll put a bullet through yo' chest |
For people that’s talkin my name |
All the undercover niggas is lame |
People talk about me without the fame |
But that’s okay homie, I’ll put you to shame |
I’m one of a kind, you better follow my rhyme |
Because I follow my mind but I’m ahead of my time |
Everybody better buckle up and get ready |
Your nigga 'bout to bust like a nine |
Nigga we can do whatever but never say never |
You’ll never know what’ll happen when we get to cappin |
Fully automatic is what I be packin |
Now look at yo' reaction nigga — give me that bill |