[Intro - Talking]
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And now we will comence with a prayer
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WELCOME
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Hooked back up with tony C
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You know what im sayin Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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See theres a lot of quesions that muthafuckas need answered
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youknowhatI'msayin?
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They wanna know whats up with Bizzy and Bone Thugs
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(did y'all break up?)
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and all this and all that (whats goin on?)
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I'ma simplify that shit
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Feel me feel me
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[Verse 1]
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Standin in thick tops with two pairs of reeboks
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And we not leavin til them all clean where tha fiends at
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Doin it for my babies and baby it aint no turnin back
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Burnin that cigarette
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You know what these niggas can get
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These, I done smoked soo much weed
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Bought 20 V's, hennessy
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And even the industry tried to play me like a crack fiend
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Eazy was my nigga but Eazy gave me all the liqour, I was only 16
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Ruthless cant tip me all of the demons missed me
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Two of the bones dissed me
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I dont give a fuck we got history
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Shit it aint no mystery
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Niggas is pissed off they say I aint showin up to shows
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But the people dont know
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I aint makin no money so what am I workin for
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Tell me what am I hurtin for
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Baby what are we researchin for
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Restitution little foster kids give me contributions soo you can ring
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out the towel
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And watch its playin me now
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[Chorus X4]
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Roll, like can get rolled over come, come and get you some,
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de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me
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[Verse 2]
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Am I hate well I aint shot nobody yet how am I the bad guy
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Yall tellin mad lies
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And this is for the strong black fathers
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Gon get your dollars and take your kids to college
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Keep some extra for leather squallas
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My momma was a hustla, and you can call me pretty boy floyd
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Runnin when i hear the cop noise chillin coffee pops, they boys
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Thank you for the beatings im my own man elevate then a grown man
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I dont trust nobody, chemicals that was taped thru my nervous system
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And sentimental survivors ducked down in churches protectin strays
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from mangin
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Did I forget to mention GOD never me and my wife drop daily
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On our knees forever little babies
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Remember remember the faith will get you through
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Even though that hate was all we knew
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Still throwin food drives droppin little kids hollas
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as we get rushed like Elian Gonzales screamin for momma
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[Chorus X4]
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Roll, like can get rolled over come, come and get you some,
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de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me
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[Verse 3]
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GOD first then we second for musics a blessin
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servin it from lyin then I aint bryon
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And I'm fryin and lessons of a ghetto kids
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who feelin fiends cribs where everybody keeps dyin
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And everybodys takin nobody years in science
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if signs exist in the times we tint
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Fell in cryin to the bitch
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What the fuck am I supposed to do harm to the world is school
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With a tactic to lose,
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cause we been slaves ever since them niggas follow the rules
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Minorites in hell majority in jail more rappers is actin
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Never stood on no block I can tell raggin and force flaggin
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Lil faggot you got some bail for my homies
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Saddity you ain't nothin like Bizzy cause you phony I'm money
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He dont want dymond dolla you talkin to nickys daddy
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Have they momma or they fuckin fathers
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hello bother my peoples with daddy
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Well shit if people will tell me for fame
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Lame, read books and go get some game
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[Chorus till end]
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Roll, like can get rolled over come, come and get you some
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de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me
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Don't Doubt Me
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| Bizzy Bone |
