Featuring Maje$ty
Bizzy:
Yeahthis for all you non-believersespecially out in the C-O. Man
fuck y all niggas.
YeahI m tatted so when I dieyou can see what s deep in my eye
my eye .
Maje$ty:
7 Sign . . .
Bizzy:
I put who got youtoowho shot youwho got youglock you and stop
you stop youstop you .
Look who got youtoowho shot youwho got youpop you and stop you
stop youstop you .
Niggathis Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up even if I m under
surveillanceI watch outwanna winand fuck em up daily
throwin up 7what am I yellin ? Murderer. Niggaonce you come must
be like crazy if you Muthafuckadon t play me play
me. Nigganot today. I see you but you can t see me. I know with all
of government andyesthis will get crazy and blow
bombbombbombbomb .
Maje$ty:
Got your mind blownvocal tones keep it sewnblastin out your
steroes or your headphones. The roots exploited clones;
thereforeit s my job to describe the loudnessthe habitat of rap
survival kit. Artistic skin abrasionso when em fadin my
worldly reflectionsit s magnified to new levels of elevation.
Bizzy:
Seven signsevenseven signsevenseventh sign seal.
Yeahnow y all knowyeah.
YeahI m tatted so when I dieyou can see what s deep in my eye
my eyesmy eyes .
Nowlook who got youthenwho shot youwho pop youglock you and
stop you stop youstop you .
Look who got youtoowho shot youwho pop youglock you and stop
you stop youstop you .
Bizzy:
The Rip here to run in the streetand flippin on policeyeah they
know meI m not lonelyonlyshow me when the smoke
clearsand at least I had my homie and a niggaKhomie. All
bitcheslook into it as you want the real killa? Wellpull out
your pistolbitchand shoot itshoot it. And you knew ittoo
whenwhen you looked in my eyesI m ready to die. And I
hope my mama really loves me cause daddy s bye-bye. Inner pride with
the Ripstalet em hit ya with the scripturepicture
me loc d out and smoked out with a half of fifth of ? .
Maje$ty:
Three sixty-five out of all the round treesthey ll be Japanese
Maje$ty s corruptin record companies. Niggajump for cheese
catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the
temperature backslacks only in dress pantshave you ever
danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have. Hollywood niggas make
me laugh. Sell a dream to em. Cashno royality
grab they royal keys and dash. My overhead projects how ends meet to
foul or ejectedlyrics was selected beyond my
controllast door on the totem polepockets swoll from tape residue
last interview and went in daytimeit s made a promise to
let down smooth criminals gently and ? grab your earlobe and
billionthis is big businessbuy tapesdon t lendniggas ?
while I scrap change for phillieswhy grill me? Got bigger balls to
chase waterfalls with Chiliexplore on four wheels or footI
bring it to that ass over the hook so when you slipgots it. I ride
up on it. I had to maintain my mental frameand now I m
Bonelessword sound til I m foamin . Cybergenics wanted my genes for
clonin . Disownin heads like Romans fight rebel
Trojans. More than civil suits make my longevity boostarticles and
promotions make me more potent. Deadly to the mind
causin somethin to be blindredefine lines entertwined with all
mankind. Would that rain outshine divine Maje$tyshamethe
boogie down Bronx is where the heart still remain.
Bizzy:
I m a let a nigga knowyou know what I m sayin just right off the
bat. I gives a fuck about no nigga. Don t be no corvie -ass
nigga. I m tryin to tell niggas that off the ripoff the rippa
baby.
I must be losin my mind . . . I must be.
Where s the mob? Find your specialtylet s give this nigga a job. Is
you ready for jail? Yes and nobut somebody s gonna try
to rob. We can sparbut you gon drop drop I m a bombready for
warwill I p-pop popbetter look out for milesbeen
doomed since the womb. Will he put me in my tomb? I ve been thuggin
so assume when I enter your roomboom. Stomped
through Compton and cities y all ain t never heard ofand listenI
bet there s thousand people screamin out quot;murdermurderin
ya. quot; Hypnotizedtook off my shirtI got a ? . I m tatted so when I
die you can see what s deep my eyes. Trues ride but trues
diemy niggadon t cryI shedded my last tear when I found out love
was a lie. So I trybut it ain t nothin for my mental. So
piss off my penciland I blastdash in a rental. One nigga got ?
and off he in a trap with sawed-off they took a chance and
lostlet s spray A-K and make gangsta gonedon t finish the wars
when they ain t overI love you thugsbut all them skeletons
got so close and they got so ? if it ain t ? this family that
don t give a fuck who you are. It ain t nothin like some trouble.
How close? How far how farhow far ?

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