[Bizzy]
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Little Layzie made the plan up
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And Wish said I wouldn't bust
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Til he was witness to my sickness, started pickin' em off
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What? When I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms
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Gimme the reason to stop your breathin'
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And I will leave him eatin' lesions
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I ain't even drop the bomb
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In the nineties i'm at Juvi,
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til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin' Uzis
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You won't punk me, a stack don't front me
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No crack, put it up and laugh
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And get with the Bone Thugs mash
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In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself
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And dreams of hookin' with Eazy made me queasy
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Maybe no food and bad health
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You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins
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And plus, my groins stay poised
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And only count on yourself
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Damn, who would've found thanks, swing I'm slick
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And even though I'ma stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch
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Remember crack them broads blastin' with Deuce
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Deuce isn't missin' over some dick
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I'm still laughin' on my mission
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[Chorus]
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You gotta be careful where you go
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You gotta be careful what you do
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You gotta be careful who you use
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You gotta be careful who you choose
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[Bizzy]
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See, in the trenches with my henchmen
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Respecting the blessings given on the commison
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While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him
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With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve
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Hell, I love my children all is well
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Oh yeah, sell a key for payments
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See my baby's need it daily
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Lay Lay I see you're shady, huh
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Niggas must be crazy
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I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby
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And i'm down for mine, give up my money, money
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Nigga, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to year
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Why don't you lend in need cause niggas is out here strugglin'
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Holdin' back the tears, but it ain't nothin'
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Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the functions
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One of my homies that I buck with, oh
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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You gotta be careful where you go
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You gotta be careful what you do
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You gotta be careful who you use
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You gotta be careful who you choose
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[Bizzy]
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You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do
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Go fuck who you wanna fuck
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Smoke with whoever you want to
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Wait a minute when it might haunt you
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And while every nigga in jail found the Lord
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Cause it's time to visit the parole board
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I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor
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I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker through the door
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Niggas come when the money's abundant
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But then start runnin' when it ain't no fun
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And when the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick
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Tellin' me to think about my kids
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Big bitch, swear to God, they ain't punk
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You can turn a ho into a house wife
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Or fake niggas into real niggas
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Where everyone wanna be in the limelight
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Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the frontline
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Stickin to the message,
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cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison
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They ain't tryin to go to Heaven
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Might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself
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I had a vision of a little division
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I'm on a mission traveling the world
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Talk to all the little children, the adults is fake
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And don't listen, watch your back
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A nigga had a premonition
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[Chorus (repeat 'til fade)]
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You gotta be careful where you go
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You gotta be careful what you do
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You gotta be careful who you use
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You gotta be careful who you choose
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[Bizzy - repeat 2X]
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I don't wanna rock the pump
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But I'ma do it if I have to pop the trunk
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And I'ma get 'em niggas thinkin they missed me what
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Nigga that thuggish ruggish fucked them up
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Be Careful
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Bizzy Bone |