[Intro: Bizzy]
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Yeah, seven times for they minds
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Light yo' candles young thugs
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Bizzy Bone, you know what it is
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Seventh Heaven young thugs, holla at your boy
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Tell 'em... yeah
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Out in the cold, is you with me young nigga?
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You better ride with me motherfucker, and fuck the world!
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[Bizzy Bone]
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I can remember bein outcasted in December
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Loc'ed out, smokin at crack spots with the big spenders
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I know they wish for me to perish
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Cause I dropped out of high school chasin the jewels with no credits
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Flippin burgers, I just can't see it
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I face smoke green with a triple beam in one night, no secrets
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Fuck them feds, it ain't no love at all for 'em
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They pull me over with police dogs, look in my {WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF}
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That's motive enough for murder!
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I stand in the cut with tec 9's, burners ready to serve 'em
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I'm in the rain, with the nine on my brain, blaow to police
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and fuck the world! [echoes]
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[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
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Fuck the whole wide world, America and all!
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I'ma ghetto ball, like crates on the wall, fuck y'all!
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I got the veteran, fortunate my riders
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Like I got the soul of a Desert Storm trooper inside us
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And fuck the world
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[instrumental for 36 seconds]
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[Bizzy] Fuck the world!
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[Chorus]
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[instrumental for 20 seconds]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Don't nobody love me, and I don't love nobody
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It's only a few people that I roll with that I consider for the posse
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Who's Gotti? Live by a Mossy, I'm a full-time veteran
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Live by the street commandments, and devil, damn him
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I'ma represent 'em until the world blow
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Fuck the world!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Bizzy]
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Jesus Christ
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You know what it is
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Fuck Da World
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Bizzy Bone |