| Now Gary really wants to sue me
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| Stressin out tellin my groupies set it out
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| I already read it out usually thuggin in my jacuzzi, with a uzi
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| Wet 'em all…
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| (Chorus-Bizzy Bone)
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| Yes ya’ll, yes ya’ll, yes yes yes ya’ll
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| Tune into the looney and boom
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| I come up out of my room
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| My goons comin from the resume and doom
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| Yes ya’ll, yes ya’ll, yes yes yes ya’ll
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| (Verse 2-Bizzy Bone)
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| Yes yes get it raw
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| Buck at thre bullet-proof ghetto star
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| With a vest over my chest and there you are
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| (Nigga you flow too fast) Understand me
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| Society got me addicted to the inflicted so synthetic and wicked
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| Call up your family but they dyin
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| Split up the sticky-sticky Bryon
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| Like grand daddy in the 70's said he just fled and his name was red
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| And I saw my father paralyzed
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| The other was locked down there he cried
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| Won’t see me 'till Buck Rogers dead it was there he died
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| I don’t care he lied
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| (Chorus-Bizzy Bone)
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| Yes ya’ll, yes ya’ll, yes yes yes ya’ll
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| Tune into the looney and boom
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| I come up out of my room
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| My goons comin from the resume and doom
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| Yes ya’ll, yes ya’ll, yes yes yes ya’ll
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| Tune into the looney and boom
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| I come up out of my room
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| My goons comin from the resume and doom |