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Bizzy Bone The Gift Time Passing Us By (chorus)x2 As time keep passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the children die Bitch made police, and the brutality Prozac and ritalin, that aint what we need And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed (bizzy) Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become Daddy don't love me, only come around the first of the month Me and mommy still in the slump Why don't he love us? I can't even blame him Cause ever since i came We been stuck in the same ghetto Now i'm carryin' heavy metal when times is tough I don't know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough Abandand buildings police searchin' all the children Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where i'm livin' Kneeling to god cause satan never gave us a chance Evil never had no rythm, man, the devils can't dance Got three pairs of pants But i keep em all creased Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same grease Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle Yeah, scufflin' money just try to stay out of trouble Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama! And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and aks! (chorus)x2 As time keep passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the children die Bitchmade police, and the brutality Prozac and ritalin, that aint what we need And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed (bizzy) Why is the broad on my back like that? Don't ask me, i'm for passion, i'm smashin' on niggas, come blast me! All my people tellin' me i should sing more Yes! Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club Free flesh! Creepin' on a come up, i'm from cleveland, and columbus, ohio Don't hate myself for science, and the ?? Yet all these niggas gangbang Somebody should tell em the truth I'll sell em somethin' that'll get they heart to pumpin', And help the youth! Hangin' in the graveyard, everybody's playin' hard Satan's on a mission to get us I hope that nobody with us, and given us slave ways Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day One hundred and ninety thousand i guess platinum don't pay Can i please get some mo' money? Somebody could buy my way cause shit the rent's due Glad i got ghetto credit Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you (chorus)x2 As time keep passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the children die Bitch made police, and the brutality Prozac and ritalin, that aint what we need And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed (bizzy) Babies born with aids, and with ???? they hording the vaccine Black helicopter rain on em, i'm gainin' on em Maintain the main thang on em, shame on em But another victim died of vain for em, slain Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane And the only thing that survived was the black box They frame the black cops Slang crack rock Wannabe hot boyz, so he gon' make the block hot, block hot They wanna see me sasquash Pull out my glock, cocked, and pop pop! Go to jail don't nobody send you mail Hell, i'm ridin' til these wheels fall off Or they can take it to the chop shop Shut up, i'm shinnin' on you bustas! What!? Ready to hustle get your struggle on, no! When you wanna double up, you keep fuckin' up! Your mind's gone, time's gone, everybody's runnin' amuck They say that lesbians is sick But they just do wanna fuck (chorus)x4 As time keep passin' us by in my community Wathcin' the children die Bitch made police, and the brutality Prozac and ritalin, that aint what we need And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed |
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