Hahaha, aight rock your shit homie (c'mon)
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[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
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Ooh, I guess they don't know (know)
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I'm finna call up David and we marchin on them bitches to the South Pole
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So what they wanna do with us? I'm finna get'cha get'cha
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Huh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha (get'cha)
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
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I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
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Love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
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With a child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm children
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Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
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Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
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Ass booty and titans, you know that we been clashin in the brainwaves
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Rattlin tryna stop what we got
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Lord a stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
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Betta leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
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Shut the fuck up out of the dust and quickly shake that stick
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Fuck the lust, do you wonder it's non-physical (physical)
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you wanna know?
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I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
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I said, feelin the body within the body, oh what a blessin
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and what a breath, you betta go get 'em; better go plant those seeds
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Deeper, or holdin the microphone, close to the spirit
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Clearly I hear that jealousy, somehow I don't fear it
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And I don't blame nothin, surround as we're surrounded and trapped
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Call up the police that's bullshit, it's pulpit in fact
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Until we mack, in the battlefield with the beat like that
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Baby we serious, I'm not curious, tell 'em to watch that
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Those ideologies, remember thou shalt not kill, and isn't it bloody enough?
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Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Call up my uncle let me cop that fuckin Mary J
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We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
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Motherfucker don't test me come and arrest me, show me how we play
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Figure with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
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Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
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Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
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Open up the mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
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The Dragon Slayer say verily, verily I'm reborn
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Tarnished and torn, burnin up and I'm feelin scorned
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It's gettin warm, I'm finna go turn it up, huh, end of story
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Prophets and saints so harken with baby Michael's up in the buildin
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Jesus Christ is yo' pavilion, I'm a thug, I'm in the buildin
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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They Don't Know
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