[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
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Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty Seven in this
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motherfucker, killers incorporated motherfucker. Ha ha... Little Capo in this bitch. Rasu in this motherfucker. Mo! Thug Millenium, ThugLine. Nigga what?
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Bring yellow niggas back in style B
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[Bizzy Bone]
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The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/ I want to move out of this country, get away from ya motherfuckers/ Momma was cheatin' and
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sleepin' with somebody elses nigga/ A bastard is born quick, Lil' B got half sisters/ Liquor ridiculous, watchin' my niggas die quickly/ Speak from the
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spirit, they comin' with me/ And that's for runnin' with me, dirty money, I'm still hungry/ Club niggas is yuppies, guppies fuckin' these little baby
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puppies/ Fresh outta prison, nigga rusty, but I'm mackin' none-the-less/ Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky/ So why you muggin' me thug, you
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really ain't buggin' me bitch/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's cause he really love me/ The streets smothered me, crack smothered me and the brothers/
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I want to move out of this country, get away from motherfuckers/ Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up in this motherfuckin' fuckery/ 7th
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Sign, nigga
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[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-Chorus]
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Only God is us, homie rolly, in God we trust/ God bless my niggas, thug luv (Hell yea)/ Only way that we gon' ever get to rise, togetherness as we ride
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till we meet out demise
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[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]
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Twenty Two years and still countin' clockin' collatoral, baffled while we really here up against obsticles/ I'm a radical, killer Capo-Confuscious, throw
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up my fist if we compatible/ No love? Fuck it, then let's battle/ Ammo explode, machine gun rattle/ Everybody scatter, hysterical/ Sirens, police patrol
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(Whoa!) But they keep on rollin' soon as they see that this O.G. to back controllin' the streets/ Probablly some real niggas, got me heated, state your
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beef/ These bitches need to practice what they preach, capice? Rest in peace Martin Luther King, who truly was a bigger man than me, turned the other
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cheek/ Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate, dispute/
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Nickel plated, aim to shoot 'em up/ Suggest you pussy's keep your lip shut or get fucked
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[Chorus]
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[Prince Rasu]
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United we stand, divided we fall for the same bullshit like snipers on Whitehouse lawns/ In the same 'hood shit, got niggas from Compton to Africa on
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that thug shit/ Reginold Deny, any comment I lost my blood reppin' Karlos Davis/ I can't love shit unless the fullest extent is given/ I'm above this
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deception, I know they intentions/ Weapons of thug shit if ever they step out of line/ From ashes to dust, bitch! Ride, never been far from the grave,
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since the murder, never been afraid/ My cradle had a guage close by when my Father was stressed/ Momma asked him to leave as she departed to death/ And
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ever since, I've been convinced that it's kill or be killed/ Had the young mind of a scholar, but society failed/ Josiah Ben Rasu, they caged my brother
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back in '96 but now in Armageddon we ridin' forever
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[Chorus]
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Tha Streets
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| Bizzy Bone |
