Beat brothers...
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Yeah, turn up them vocals, turn up them vocals for me, yeah
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Turn them vocals up for me, I send shots out to the Bone
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Thug-n-Harmony crew, yeah, I'll always love you souldiers
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Right now, time to do what I need to do, representative
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Praise God, believe that, give it to 'em youngin'
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See I was born in the womb, beatin' down my mom's walls
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Now in the nineties, you can find me makin' a chronic call
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Definitely I needed a blunt to fill it up with some bud
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East double '99 for life ain't none of 'em fuckin' with us
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(I know) there I was with the thugs, bustin' and pullin' out
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Broke ass guns, tryin' a muck my way, hey, I'll pistol wip 'em
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Shit, I'm still number one, runnin' the clique and buckin' with 'em
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Oumpin' don't up and let the regime get dumb I'll go with 'em
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Bitchefied chant, Bizzy up in your city, ready to dance
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With those itchy ass hands, and is he on the off ramp
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Just cause he's thuggin', shit this music got me soft tramp
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Even my cousin's buggin', but I don't give a fuck I'm puffin'
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(?) that house's in Bizzy's mouth
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I made it and they hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
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They're gonna make the money, as for my baby son
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With a creation in my life, I know he's a thug
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And there I was, messin' with the thugsta Lay..
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With Flesh workin' feedin' the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A...
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Better believe indeed I got somethin' up under my sleeve
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Connected to the... when I get thought let's grow some trees
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It's deja vu whenever I'm with you
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I could smoke on forever, ain't it true that I do
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I could feel it inside, I can't explain how it feels
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Remember when my neighbor Linda let a brother eat a meal
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Learned to fight off my back, on my own did I struggle
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In the limb of my hustle, tryin' to piece on out the puzzle
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Nobody knows when we'll die, it's still maintain's through the rough
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I'll be the first to give my life
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So tell me who the thug... uh, uh
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So tell me who the thug... uh, uh
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So tell me who the thug... uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
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Praise God...
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{Bizzy scratching}
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No matter what goes down man, through the test
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Through the trials and through your tribulation
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I'm gonna be there with you youngin'
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I'm a be there with you youngin', I said I'm a be there with you youngin
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Do whatever baby, and know how we do it, grab that ego
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Tell her to sit her ass down cause this is big business baby
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This is big, big business
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One love...
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Uh, uh, uh...
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One love...
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Uh, uh, uh
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Yes indeed, you break that old bottle baby, bring 'em the real
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It's about that time
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Yeah, yeah, yeah...
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We gon' step off of it right now
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Before I go... Praise God, in the name of our Lord and Savior
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Jesus Christ... HOLLER!
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Who Tha Thug
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Bizzy Bone |