Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Belly of the Beast , by - Bizzy Bone. Release date: 22.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Belly of the Beast |
| Yeah, yeah we gon' beat these demons down within the mind |
| With the sound within the mind, beat on this shit |
| C’mon now let’s get this shit together |
| C’mon, beat this shit down baby |
| Well let me show you how the Midwest rocks, west rocks |
| Well let me show you how this Midwest rocks, west rocks |
| Let me show you how this Midwest rocks |
| We gon' get this motherfuckin money young’n, what nigga! |
| Hahaha |
| I was rollin the I-80, holdin the vibe baby |
| Police up in this bitch, you know they hate me |
| With a motherfucker to search me, and a motherfucker to curse me |
| And it all end up to them walkin it like you not dirty birdy |
| Bringin it most certainly, you don’t want me, quit frontin |
| Ol' hater hater hater hater, quit stuntin |
| Plain and simply bluntin, nothin for nothin that equals nothin |
| And I’m still walkin and needin that somethin |
| Vision a perfect woman, a vision of perfect women |
| Ch-ch-check out my melody, check-check out my rhythm |
| Inspiration is God, spiritually we can see |
| In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, it’s whatever you need |
| Break bread so the demons can eat |
| Handle my money like Yvonna, it’s just me the G |
| Call it what’chu wanna call it, feel me I’m in a venna |
| Shut up so you can get some real manner |
| My momma my Rosanna-anna, just me and my Joanna |
| Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow |
| You know I love my style, I’m not a faker I’m the real |
| I’m walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel |
| Now do you want me? |
| Don’t be fake |
| And don’t have the nerve to try to play me like you’re real |
| I’m tryin to eat off the plate, baby please peace be still |
| Thou shall not kill, we in the belly of the beast |
| It was a setup, motherfucker don’t ever think I let up |
| I peeped out of every movement when you get up |
| For the woman that never loved me, only just to wipe away my smile |
| Was it jealousy? |
| Mad cause my hair was wild? |
| Ain’t no vanity, never was surrounded by no enemies |
| One glass of Hennessy, mind on the trinity |
| Heavenly, somebody got pissed, at the caucus |
| Give me a leaf and let me break down college studies and collars |
| Ballers, shot callers, I’m comin up |
| Dug up, up out the grave, now pay attention to the thug |
| Can you try that? |
| Fellamina, Robert and Masadonia |
| Bryon never forget bitch, can you buy that? |
| Plus the one that I gave you, a real diamond, no cubic zirconia |
| Headed for Mariah like it’s right around the corner soldier |
| Shanaya said it best, I guess it’s war |
| So what the fuck you think I landed on this fuckin planet for? |
| Now keep the lust, eat the coochie cause I know that steez |
| I heard you say that you was lovin but you said it while they dissin me |
| Dissin me, dissin me. |
| why they dissin me? |
| Fuckin crazy |
| When it’s, said and done, one we still standin |
| Haters’ll never find me, no matter how they demand it |
| Pay dues, pay price, pay more than thrice |
| Don’t get mad when I pop up with ice — little haters |
| Alligator snake skin, serpent with yo' fake skin |
| Wanna be a man, be a man than me |
| I’m a child of God, and you can call it if you wanna |
| Homeboy grab girly if you wanna |
| But he won’t even claim her, fuckin same dude tryna frame us |
| Bitch please, I’m already famous it’s stuck in the danger |
| Never cry, I know the Lord is the greatest |
| He in secret, you don’t need to be searchin |
| No hatred, cause I’m a soldier for the Lord |
| Wise, and I’m humble with that double edge sword |
| (Hahaha, it’s that «Thugs Revenge» mo' murda) |