[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"]
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Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
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Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
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with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
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Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
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Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
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What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not
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Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
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Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seven sign, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
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I still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
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Thank my lucky stars, remember to say my graces, I'm so thankful god
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Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns
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Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
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Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge
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Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
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And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs
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If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
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Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they get offended 'cous
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Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas 'cause that's who I love
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Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
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We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................
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[Bizzy Bone]
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For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence,
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now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence,
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and the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her,
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witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
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[Jim Jones]
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By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and violence,
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I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
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But murders go down, you know they go down
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[Jim Jones]
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Straight out the projects b, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard)
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Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where niggas will starve, cause it's hard to eat
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Some niggas will rob in the hardcore streets, ridiculous all it's hard concrete (watch it)
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Bitches the boosters the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot cause they all gone blame us
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People they shoot cause they cocky 'bout scanners (scwalay!)
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So if watch where the birds fly, (watch it) don't speed when you swerve high
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Cause believe me the third eye, put the squeeze on your whole ride (lock down)
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See I'm always in the rear view, see the law in your rear view (what else) pray to the lord he can hear you (why)
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I'm the nigga on the corner, plus my niggas on the corner bring same shit
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Three carry gripes in the crime in heaven, I'm in this Fahrenheit called 9/11
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When I go to the cross roads, lord knows Ferrari white, man I was High when it happend (forgive them lord)
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And these digital times, we all need to have a political mind (that's right)
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Federology, technology, and we can shine like astrology (they can see from the stars)
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When we walking on eggshells, when you talk on nextels (what happens)
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You talking on fed cells (listen to me) and we all know sex cells (whooo)
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When the drugs and rock-n-roll, and when the drugs lock your soul
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Don't blame it on 'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right)
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Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid)
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Police will soon be chasing us (that's right), the streets they be afraid of us (yeah)
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From cutting up raw, from frying up coke, give a fuck about war
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We ain't trying to voting (voting)
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So if you draft me jail me (you hear that)
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Or better yet kill me (uh-huh) 'cause I rather go to hell b, and there's nothing you can tell me
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| Cause we risking ourselves, just sit in the cell, o |
