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Bizzy Bone The Gift Don't Doubt Me And now we will comence with a prayer. welcome. hooked back up with tony c. you know what im sayin. yeah yeah yeah yeah. see theres a lot of quesions that muthafuckas need answered , you know wh Sayin. they wanna know whats up with bizzy and bone thugs (did yall break up?) and all this and all that (whats goin on?)im simplify that shit. feel me. feel me. Standin in thick tops, with two pairs of reeboks, and we not leavin til them all clean, where tha fiends at, doin it for my babies, and baby it aint no turnin back ,burnin that ciggarette, you k Hat these niggas can get, these, i done smoked soo much weed, bought 20 v's, hennessy ,and even the industry tried to play me like a crack fiend, eazy was my nigga, but eazy gave me all the liqo Was only 16 , ruthless cant tip me, all of the demons missed me, two of the bones dissed me, i dont give a fuck we got history, shit it aint no mystery, niggas is pissed off, they say i aint sh Up to shows, but the people dont know, i aint makin no money ,soo what am i workin for, tell me what am i hurtin for, baby what are we researchin for, restitution, little foster kids give me con Tions, soo you can ring out the towel, and watch , its playin me now. Roll ,like can get rolled over come ,come and get you some, de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me Am i hate, well i aint shot nobody yet, how am i the bad guy, yall tellin mad lies, and this is for the strong black fathers, gon get your dollars, and take your kids to college, keep some extra Leather squallas, my momma was a hustla, and you can call me pretty boy floyd, runnin when i hear the cop noise, chillin, coffee pops, they boys, thank you for the beatings, im my own man, eleva En a grown man, i dont trust nobody,, chemicals that was taped thru my nervous system, and sentimental survivors,ducked down in churches, protectin strays from mangin, did i forget to mention go Ver, me and my wife drop daily, on our knees forever, little babies, remember, remember, the faith will get you through, even though that hate, was all we knew, still throwin food drives, droppi Tle kids hollas, as we get rushed like aliens, it seems like i been screamin for momma. Roll ,like can get rolled over come ,come and get you some, de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me God first, then we second, for musics a blessin, servin it from lyin then i aint bryon, and im fryin,and lessons of a ghetto kids who feelin fiends cribs, where everybody keeps dyin, and everybo Akin nobody years, in science, if signs exist,in the times we tint, fell in cryin to the bitch, what the fuck am i supposed to do,harm to the world is school, with a tactict to lose,cause we bee Ves ever since them niggas follow the rules, my lord jesus is help, but join keys exhale, my rappers is actin, never stood on no block ,i can tell, raggin and force flaggin, lil faggot, you got Bail for my homies, hes a diddy, you aint nuthin like bizzy, cuz you phony, im mony, he dont want dymond dolla, you talkin to nickys daddy, have they momma or they fuckin fathers,hello, bother m Ples, with daddy, well shit, if people will tell me for fame, lame, read books and go get some game. Roll ,like can get rolled over come ,come and get you some, de dum de dum de dum de dum de dont doubt me |
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