[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
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Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
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Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
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(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga
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We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker
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Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
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and he started flamin out of his breath
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Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
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T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer
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with a double-edge pump and a church killer
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don't worship and the cops got bored
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Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
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Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
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Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
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Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
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Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
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Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
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I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
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I, will fucked you up
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We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
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Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
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Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
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But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
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Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
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I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck
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[Interlude: Bizzy]
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Haha, motherfucker... nigga
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These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
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In the motherfuckin cross section bitch
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I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
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You hoes just don't know, do you boy?
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Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you...
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck
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With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
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Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
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For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
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When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
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Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
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You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier
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the wickedest witch in the West can't have me
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Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
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Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse
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Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
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Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
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Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
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Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream
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Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)
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[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
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Bitch (I keep on seein things)
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And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
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Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
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Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Little Confucious for the music
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Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
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Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
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but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
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The foul sinnin the killin now
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and then nobody gets in the middle together
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And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
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but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
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And the mission was money was gold
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but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
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With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
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No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
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Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
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(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up
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Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
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Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
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and medallions, diamonds in the gallo
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Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
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in the shadows out of the battlefield
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[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
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I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
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Fuck all these demons (It was all a...)
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And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
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Fuck all these demons
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(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)
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And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
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| And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out] |
