(feat. Young Droop)
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[Intro: Bizzy]
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Bizzy Bone, we 'bout to do this
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Family members from all around (we are true!)
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Gather around (get the troopers)
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And they say this shit here is underground
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but I know that we are over ground
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(We gon' get this money, fuck that shit!)
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Yeah, holla at your boy (one time boyyyy)
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Eat honey and locus locus (locus)
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I gotta stay focused focused (I gotta stay focused)
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Ain't down for the hocus pocus, hocus pocus
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Hocus pocus (stay focused and sharpen on this)
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Eat honey and locus lucus
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(I don't give a fuck what you got on me, you know I got nuts)
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I gotta stay focused focused (c'mon nigga)
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You know I stay focused focused, Bizzy Bone (you better get yo' money)
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One time for they mind (honor nigga, honor nigga!)
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Holla at me boy
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[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
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With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill
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We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)
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And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't you tell 'em?)
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We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh
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And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more
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(fuck around... whassup Abraham?) Get up out that do'
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With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!)
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We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!)
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And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's
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We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh
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And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more
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(Don't fuck around boy, with no haters up in here no mo')
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Homies, enemies wanna be, never they gonna be, anything comin to Bizzy
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Get rid of me now, not even payin attention I mention we stuck in the kizzy
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City to city, we keepin it movin and doin it, smokin embalming fluid
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Sherm I'm high, oh so high, riddle me now and show them how we do it
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Get to it, ruin this the way it should be done
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then we jet 'em and we bet 'em a grand
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Now give me the boot, the fam, Philomina my gran
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and Macedonia feelin me man
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Runnin with that hour, that glass, that sand that shifted
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that gifted, that lifted and we're never alone
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Call up the Bone as if I've run out of money (I need some money in this bitch)
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and yes it's funny and this gold they come and welcome me home
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Right through that mystical, critical thinkin and critical drinkin
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The blink of an eye, better be careful when wakin my mind
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Tell 'em the truth I don't need to lie
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Feelin embarrassed and baby I was straight up walkin in truthfulness
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And never again do I have to worry about Ruthless
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ROO! Give me that paper paper paper paper
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We got to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper
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See that's that caper caper - Superman!
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Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin 'em a 100%
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Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again
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Bizzy, you know my name, my name
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Number with the game, survival of a rival
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Never compete with the stoppin me baby
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I'm audi, I only am me and I see what I see, nobody copy me baby
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Drop dead on your side baby - now give me that rhythm
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I just wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha)
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Tell these haters quit copyin me
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I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck?
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Right there, what you say? (what did he say?)
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Hey, you know what it is (you heard, you heard, you heard)
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This is the way we play-ay, this is the way we play
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[Chorus]
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[Young Droop]
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Yeah let's get this money nigga!
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Critical thinkin, that's what a nigga be speakin
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I got 'em leakin, got a conversation for the whole nation
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I give an apology for the people that been waitin
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Bein hella patient, waitin on the gangsta
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Now that I'm back with a lyrical attack
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it's a fact that I bust like a mac
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When a nigga be rappin it's like a nigga be clappin
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they recognize on a nigga that put the Valley on the map
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I'm thugged the fuck out, everybody and they momma know
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a little bit about the critical thinkin nigga
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That got the lust to pull the trigger
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Get mad at when my bitches call at yo' mommas house
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And don't make me call up my squad
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Killers that shoot and that shank and that squab
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Sick to my gut when it comes to the law
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We bangin on police, nigga this the mob
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I'm on |