[Intro: Bizzy]
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The one baby!
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As a child, army days, cancelled the fun childhood
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After runnin away with mom so many times
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It's tearin their relationship apart
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I wasn't doin anything but bein a kid, no evil in my heart
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Never played in the area of they minds, anything like that
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Just a normal kid, yeah, yeah
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I remember messin with these little girls around the corner
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My stuff wasn't even hard
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Remember a brother was lookin for a little candy out the park
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My mother went, my mother vent, momma what happened, momma I'm scared
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Momma my head, so won't you get it baby
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We carry on, we carry on, we carry on, we carry on
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Experience with different women, my dreams
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And Sirita was a Cleveland and Sirita was clean
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Now I'm explorin, the world around me very much learnin
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And a, nurturing phase and a, lurchering phase
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God with dirty people comin against me
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It's the life of the dead, record of company defend me
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Still workin, the musical group, is that the crew?
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Are they with me? It's Mr. Majesty, Capo and (Que!) Que, huh
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From the West Wing, soldiers of the West Wing
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Money straight flowin, it's the best thing, best thing
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They say sacrifice is I-N-C
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With my buisiness partner Kanardo Davis, D.A.P.
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That's the love, that's the love, that's the Lexus, that's the Benz
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That's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug
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The owners, it started in the night life
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I don't even remember havin fun, all I can remember is a trife life
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story)
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Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story)
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[Interlude: Bizzy]
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Time to clean up and get sober man
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The kids came moved over I took the last $90,000
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and put it on a $5,000 square home and got $10,000 worth of furniture
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Frigerator full of food, it's for the kids
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We moved on and we got a nanny
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After much struggle we had a home, finally
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[Bizzy Bone]
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My early manhood, strange bein the man of the house
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Without Sirita it was terrible, small as a mouse
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Soon I met up with the women in the park got married
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It's the way that we do it now it's time to get carried
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Las Vegas at the time wanted a mother of mine
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Myself I needed somethin I could shine
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Fortunately, goin to the fast, gettin at last
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Hey, I'm bein tested...
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Irreconcilable differences, it's not over
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I lost my house and my jewelry got stolen
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And the kids were back with Sirita - it was the worst feelin
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that you could think anybody could have, and Lord I need ya
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I'm runnin around the struggle, runnin around the crib
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We ain't gettin robbed again, we ain't gettin robbed again
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Paperwork's an issue, attorneys and lawsuits
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And the lawyer fees concocted to get me fucked up and keep me on recruit
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[Chorus]
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[Interlude: Bizzy]
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Yeah, the "Resurrection" and "The Gift" came out
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Beautiful deal and we worked it out for about a year hittin shows
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Doin the road workin real real hard
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Well shit, we had a new team and fresh settings and a healthy body
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for the road after 11 months of sobriety
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Shit recorded that album in L.A.
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And of course we gettin the kids back
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I think I'm gon' get married
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Still never could I fight the night
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All the women tryin to take my girl's place
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Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, up above, up above
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Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Feel the love, feel the love
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I could not, find in a physical looks, it wasn't there
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After goin back and forth to L.A., L.A. cares
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Handlin business, we under new management
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But I'm growin, you know I'm still flowin
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And another year passed, we still gettin gold and dash{?}
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It's the greatest appearence, and they showed it like wow
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Dodge, quick, move!
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You know you got to be slick and watch out for that bullshit
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Watch out for that pulpit, they got me standin and I'm duckin the guns
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And yes I'm duckin the bullets and it's always 'bout the one
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The one, we represent it forever
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In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit I still remember
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Bizzy]
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I can remember drinkin with Uncle Damon and his buddy
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while we shot ball in the back
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