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Bizzy Bone Album


Heaven'z Movie (10/06/1998)
10/06/1998
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[Announcer]
I present to you, our leader, Gambino with the Nina Ross...
(Applause)

[Bizzy]
Roll call, roll call (Seven Sign)
Rap is back to its original force

[Announcer]
Commander-in-Chief and the Mob Boss

[Bizzy] (Laughing...)
I've been waitin' to rock shit
Yea, yea, yea, yea (roll call)
You muthafuckas can't shut me up!
You muthafuckas can't stop me! (roll call)

[Announcer]
I present to you, our leader

[Bizzy]
Seven in Heaven, I love my bretheren, (?)
Ready? Come catch us
Hey, hey, hey

[Bizzy 1]
It's a war goin' on here in this Universe
Ha, ha. And I spoke my mind, and it liberated me
Rap is truly back to it's original force

[Bizzy 2]
The weeping widow and the abominations
That is tatted on your forehead:
You will fall in the new born Babylon
Y'all don't feel me?
Get on the muthafuckin' level!

. . .


For the ghetto media
Don't let the light skin fool y'all
I will fuck you up

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [3X]
This is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, when thugz cry
This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [4X]
This is what it sounds like
when thugz cry, when thugz cry

[Verse One: Bizzy Bone]

Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic
Maybe the past would understand
If they'd get off there ass and mash
How do you manage?
Paranoid, don't even trust my boyz
Watch for the plot and delays envoys
Scopin like a dope fiend
But I'm smokin in the alleyz
With these ghetto guns and erase my funds
Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brain
Still rowdy, Jesus really never died
You crucified mutual suicide, who am I?
Local with vocals going coast to coast
Heaven'll move me right fo sho
Deception weather my brethren
but sunny days when they parlay
Get killed when they get to steppin
Member the wepon's close
and the doctor said
I need time to myself on the ocean
Those frivolous thoughts
But I'm brought up of this independent
Caught up sever relentless
Evil intentions nobody knows him
Even the henchmen warrior, poet,
never did mention
I love my lady rebel
We can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on,
and we can get this stroke on, and we can get this stroke on.

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Bizzy Bone]

We keepin the light on at Ruthless and
I ain't fuckin the boss
lookin at me sexy
Take your clothes off
but my dick'll go soft!
Never mix bussiness with your sickness
Enemy see me flipin in the picnic
with your lil' divide and conquer
but my sister was ready to bomb her!
Get off the dizznik and off my voice
Me and my boyz
Give us a choice
How could you tell Sony that i was the
only one making noise
Ain't it a breech of trust
Look in the gutter,unh, never judge yo book
by it's cover word to the motherfucka
I....I didn't stutter but what if I lost it and
came in the office and nobody noticed
with liquid explosive on top of Versace
clothes give up the ghost
Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar,
Stacks like lil' Pesi N Casino and
Wish don't give a fuck! O
I'm Gambino -n- the walkin dead
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Bible of survival Triple six rivals, triple six rivals
Member you said I read but rode with
Killas, Niggas that'll bust in tha club you don't
feels us strapped in the bed
Strapped pickin up the kids in the realist,
the realist, the realist, the realist.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone]

It'll make your body shake when it's too late soon as
you flipped off the saftey baby this we all day
Don't tell me you crazy
Will they sell me? Hell Naw!
For the reason this weepin widow be the demon
so cheap and at least she go peepin go peep deep
dead in yo pockets no sleep
Rollin with my crucifix Lucifer usually uses
the rule of these wicked tricks in the school
of these ghetto games and the fool of this bitch mist
I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me
Actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty
These casualties well they're passin me by
but I hear death callin when it's so cold in the room
who's stalling better come after me
We say fuck y'all
all in the battle we, battle we, battle we.

[Chorus]

When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz
When thugz cry

. . .


[Gunfire & Explosions Sound]

[Bizzy Speaking]
It's time to give up the ghost. (Yo, what the fuck is this nigga)?
Give up the ghost. (Shit, niggaz can't even get it on nowadays).
Niggaz probably think we crazy up in this motherfucker, ha ha ha.
I got my mob up in this motherfucker. (My cousins fightin cousins).
Oh and they ready for war.
Let me hear my regime, make some motherfucking noise.
It's a war going on in the universe against good and evil.

[Crowd Roars]
Niggaz don't give a fuck out here, boy.
It's a war going on out here, you ain't knowing.
Can I smoke, smoke? Can I smoke?
I tell you, it's a war going on out here.
It's good and evil man.
That's my camouflage, motherfucker.
You boys is off the hook.

[Bizzy Rapping]
It's a war going on and my dogs is raw.
Nigga look in your rearview and tell me what you saw.
I see this bulletproof nigga with his hand on his gun.
I said nigga, you push the gas and somebody run.
We all scatter from the chit chat bang.
You think I'm high nigga, you got me fucked up.
I'm looking through your eyes nigga.
And I'm tough as fuck, coughing daily.
Nigga, look the same popped comet coming at you.
Who's gonna stop it? I say we dropping these hits.
Straight platinum, can you hack it?
Hell yeah, I'm been rapping since you was going on, what's happening?
Run DMC, can you walk this way?
Hell naw nigga, but I can sure pull my pistol and pop you,
stupid motherfucker.

. . .


[Bizzy Bone]
Now Gary really wants to sue me
Stressin out tellin my groupies set it out
I already read it out usually thuggin in my jacuzzi, with a uzi
Wet 'em all....

[Bizzy Bone]
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
My goons comin from the resume and doom
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll

[Bizzy Bone]
Yes yes get it raw
Buck at thre bullet-proof ghetto star
With a vest over my chest and there you are
(Nigga you flow too fast) Understand me
Society got me addicted to the inflicted so synthetic and wicked
Call up your family but they dyin
Split up the sticky-sticky Bryon
Like grand daddy in the 70's said he just fled and his name was red
And I saw my father paralyzed
The other was locked down there he cried
Won't see me 'till Buck Rogers dead it was there he died
I don't care he lied

[Bizzy Bone]
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
My goons comin from the resume and doom
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
My goons comin from the resume and doom

. . .


[Bizzy]
Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas
See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see
They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master
So the people didn't go on the boat, you know what I'm sayin'?
B-L-A-C-K-H-O-L-E
(Shit, smoke, can a black man get some paper up in this place, man?)
(But I'm a black man in a white man's world)
Fuck this shit

Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menensky!) mobbin'
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka!

[Bizzy]
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka with Watts niggas
In Cali ready to riot and rally around
brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo
?? Gettin' wacko and smokin' tabacco
Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I'll pat you down too
My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don't make me blast you
Right past you with the mask on, bitch
Sippin' the passion, get it twisted mister bitchafied
This introduction bustin'
I'm bumpin' properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job
Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no pron
You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, nigga don't jock me--you're raw

[Chorus]
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(I'm tryin' to get high muthafucka')
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(You're over here trippin' and shit, man what the fuck's wrong with you?)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Man, we mobbin' on niggas
You niggas can't fuck with me
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects,
We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run

[Bizzy]
Hock my Benz
Fuck a bitch for the babies and Christmas gifts
When I'm lifted ridin' down the strip: same niggas, the same shit
Workin' the graveyard shift back on Brackland where the broads flipped like a
movie
And my raw dogs trip in the line of duty
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the hoopties and my Lucciano's
groovy
Judge and jury my movie confuse me with those other thugs
On a high speed chase say
Say don't swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like love
We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, muthafucka word
Sift through my proberbs
And I heard that we're rockin' up birds
When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin' soldiers
Smokin' doja, composure suppose

[Chorus]
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Menensky muthafuckin' mobbin')
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Watts niggas. With Watts with muthafuckin' problems, c'mon, c'mon)
Oh, Menensky mobbin
Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run

[Bizzy]
Born to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit
I'm on the chronic chokin' bubonic, harmonic
Eyes blood-shot red, loc'd out like Eazy--he dead, surprise
Fuck the Feds, fuck the bitches instead
Step in the bedroom, I'm about to get some head soon
She's wet in the womb
I'm kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun up
What up, done up, shut up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful
Well why the fuck I feel so much pain stressin' my brain?
Let the train pass, look at the sky, play, laugh
With visions back in May on how I played dad
Don't say that and criticize yourself, I'm'a tell the truth
Roof nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly
And shoot if you wanna
Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, it's normal
Eventually your number's called through the portal and muthafucka fall
Here's a quarter to call your dogs

Oh, Menensky mobbin'
(Nigga, Menensky mobbin' world-muthafuckin'-wide on these hoes, c'mon!)
Oh, Menensky mobbin'
Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems
And the ?? thugs are from the projects
Whoo!
We're smokin' chronic with love and the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
For sure
(Menensky niggas mobbin' world wide
Are you down with the Menensky Tribe? Getready for war)

. . .


[Bizzy]
There is no way in hell (marching factions...)
That the blind can lead the blind (...regime takin' over my body...)
Unless somebody play the dog (...intertwined into my soul)
Split personality, -ality, -ality
Split personality, -ality, -ality
I'm in reality (foward march)
Waitin' for warfare
Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
My army, marchin' factions, regime takin' over my body it seems
Regime, regime (forward march)

[Bizzy]
Hear the eruption when I'm pumpin and bustin', gotta give a concussion
Lovin' the lust and plus to touch me, rush me
Too much, you must be out of your mind
Trust me, I'm the nigga dumpin', tell 'em lovely
All the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71
We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the B-O-N-E
Hit the floor and go, and again we hit the door

[Capo]
Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum
Capo ballin' out of control, provoked emotions
Devotion, capture bankroll, behold the unknown treasure
Cherish your soul precious as solid gold roses
Thrown over decomposed bodies froze
Expose who chose to impose sleep
Deceased, buried six feet deep beneath hollow stone
Tragedy prolong memories, harmony, sing another sad song
Unsolved mysteries involve society
Only strong minds survive holocaust victims soft in our life die off
The (?) caught slippin', steppin' in deep shit, (?)
Ignorance lost (?)
The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless
In it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartriges
Off on enemy targets (bitch)
Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition
So mission accomplished

[Bizzy]
We're movin' in heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, watch out!
Waitin' for warfare
Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
My army, marchin' factions
Regime takin' over my body it seems
Regime, regime

Well I'm a soldier, fuck the TV
See me when they bring back 3D
Even on Eazy bookin' on me, lookin' at Ruthless now
she so sleazy, gimme some cheese!
And I see that you're scheming on the comedians now
But leave me, bitch
You better believe can't nobody save you
When I move my music underground
And don't deceive me, please, get up off your knees
I'm all about business, ask Animal
I ain't your victim and a witness to the sickness written
Did I piss you off?
On a mission in the midst of the demons
Bankin' off my voice and makin' my choices
She don't even know me and I'm kickin' and screamin'
Tryin' to get out my dreams, at least to keep me breathin'
Even poisoned the noise, got me coverin' my ears
And save my tears for years, just for the joy
But I'm tellin' you boy, not here, I gotta get my paper
Will the rapist pull my plug and fuck the thug?
Hell yeah, nigga, no love
I thought you knew and nigga don't shove
Cause I'm like, nigga what?
I'll fuck you up you know the rules

Regime takin' over my body it seems
Waitin' for warfare

I can smell your wicked rigormortis a mile from the morgue
The scorn in your soul may tell you to humiliate your enemies
Have you not read the Art of War?
Absent-minded to the enduring
Pouring your cup of damnation in the midst of my world
You gotta be out of your monkey-ass mind
No more will the look of Medusa seduce the predecessors and entrepreneurs

[Capo]
Retaliation, I can taste temptation
Itchin', instigatin' allegations
Undertakin' sacred assassinations
Dead presidents, weapons, and nations
Independence foresaken
Revelations in the making
Bitch-made niggas breakin'
Separate by segregation
Hatred they motivation
No relation in this congregation
Load weapons (B, pass me a clip!) trigger detonations
Bullet penetrate, men break, strain
Pain and frustration; abstain
Chain-reaction tribulations
Safe to say you can't escape disaster when messin' with a master
Unmask the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga (?) killas

[Bizzy]
Gotta get you more money, come on my little brother
And I brung him - thug on
I got him fuckin' with the revolution
All on the retribution and execution
Shootin', let 'em, do 'em
Get gone, done made a bomb bond
None of y'all pinned my strategize
I heard Bizzy's fried, I heard Bizzy died
But the word from Bryon:
Surprise, I'm still alive with a militant mind
Gotta hit it, will die in a minute, did he feel it?
Well then get it
Rewind, you just trippin' on a nigga tryin' to shine
But I'm'a get mine and I ain't lyin'
Nigga everytime I sign the dotted line it's for the riot
Nigga what you want to do and I ain't dyin' without you
In the silence will kill ya, it's the quiet ones who might peel ya
On the realer, on my lonely and I see that you're phoney, nobdy
Phone me and surely I'm out the door and don't you come for me
It's still fuck ? for sure, let it go
I know and boy I will enjoy a little toe to toe
But no, you'd probably involve the po po
And tell them that you went to jail with Bizzy Bone
It's on in the C.O.

. . .


[Crowd cheering]

[Mr. Majesty]
This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime [Laughs]
(Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin')

Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle

Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope

[Mr. Majesty]
Manipulatin' metaphors I take full credit for
You can rest assured you'll never more suffer through flaw
You can steady toughen the law;
they'll be harder criminal brushin' the shores
Tuck in your jaw
If your confidence is lower, minus lead blower
sinus flaired to the smallest odor
Tried to get open but just a file folder
Next man style holder, weightless chest a tasteless death
I'm compound to be a sound souljah
On tracks compact, bolder abstract flava
Drift like the mist holdin' a black fist with right shoulder
Addition to the culture went fishin' with these vultures
Enlistment predicted to be held over
Hired wired cobras to work front desk, smoke
Dress the dress, pure moist no choice but to be less
His ploy to decoy the congress, skills
Too broke to pay homage
In a craft he shows his ass, in a trash conglomerate
Had your staff astonished precise math, most dominant
Switch

[Mr. Majesty]
Enchanted romantic mechanics will banish
No talents damaged in fragments unbalanced and silenced
Stompin' the housing, crowdin' kids
That's pounding playgrounds and courts
Where small missiles went through
So often a sport on the wrong course trailing the horse
Raps biggest divorce needs figures
For me, my niggaz: weed, food, and cloth
When the greed mood falls off
The danger remainder is a hard rock slagged soft
Walked past slop almost crushed by a bus
Not lookin', in a rush, might have been a mascot for
I.H.O.P. as human slush, keep it lower than hush
The diploma for lust and slight comas
When I bust and then again works skins to heavy musk, everready cuts
Coincidentally is simply a mystery melody rush

Thunderstorms when they mourn fallen angels
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle
365 I'm live at every angle
Mental methodical mind, niggas wanna tangle

Everybody knows 7th Sign got the hoes
Everybody knows we divine wit' the flows
Shouldn't have to tell you when it rains wear your coat
It's thunderstoms because we mourn the dope

[Mr. Majesty]
Percussion rushin', crushin' the sounds
The inner raggamuffin', got me bustin' them down
A nine milli really make a nigga worship the ground
Preparering kings, courtship is now
Ignite torch for sundown
Quiz of a ninja disguised as a stupid nigga
This biz will injure the unwise and traumatize offenders
White lies turn shades of gray like skies in November
At the brink of dismay
My eyes will never flicker
Herbs, got the nerve to pray when the city gets sicka punks
Intellectually drunk with butter flies in their liver
Have no ties to the beginning
Cold fries, but I've put in work for dessert and dinner, no perks
Incentive: soul search the whole earth extensive
Had a low chirp, slow birth in placenta
Incubated and escalated to contender
Pushin' through gush waitin' for air on mush
Now sexually molest ovaries, finessed
Locally approach me with respect and royalty - Majesty

"And after this you'll call me Your Majesty'"

Motion sicknes prevents the wickedness from overseas magnificence
No talents with instruments
But the choke-hold vocals compensate the difference
Society full of menaces - abnormal residents

It's like I'm floatin'
I think I'm floatin'
Got me open, I guess I'm floatin'
No jokin', I'm movin' as my words are spoken
A vibe in groovin', lightening movement
I feel so exclusive

. . .


Is your brain on drugs?
Shit yall don't know nothin bout this weed, I always get high on the realest level ive been smokin since i was about eleven or twelve

. . .


[Bizzy & (Cat Cody)]
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
(She's ridin' on the highway)
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
(She's ridin' on the highway)
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway
(She's ridin' on the highway)
She's ridin' on the highway, highway, highway

[Bizzy]
Tellin' me to be careful

[Cat Cody]
Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom,zoom

[Bizzy]
Tellin' me to be carful though so dangerous
I say let's change it
Put on your coat and call up the chauffer
Oh, gotta leave the babies
Face-to-face it's goin' down
Baby lace it with some basment as (just a little)
Just a little temptation, and bury it underground
And make ya nigga feel famous and say "Hey, fuck the pages"
Off to the freeway, anxious to play
(Damn) Baby protect my health and yourself and everyone else
And lady respect my patience from temptations
Let off all that frustration, all is well, hell, what are you waitng for?
Basic relations waitin', wakin' up in the storm

[Bizzy - 8X]
Roll with me
Roll, can't you come over?

[Cat Cody - 2X]
Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?
Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah

[Bizzy]
When I Put you in my car (Zoom, zoom) move far
We chose to lose time and, my, why there you are
When I saw that night, I had to call
It's gotta be right, it couldn't be wrong
Lookin' in far fallen and gone, lookin' at the stars, all of them, long
And on the freeway, baby believe me, gotta take it easy
Yet appeasin' to please 'em
Oh, Jesus, she's breathin' on me!
But I ain't that weak to put her to sleep
So respectful, respect your temple, subliminal
Probably pause in the distance, reminisce visual, member my car

[Bizzy - 12X]
Roll with me
Roll, can't you come over?

[Cat Cody - 2X]
Have you ever made love, on the freeway, the freeway?
Have you ever met your lover out on the highway? Ah, ah, ah, ah

[Bizzy]
We're peekin' each other's secrets (Shhh)
No speakin', just heavy breathin'
(Why don't you take a ride with me? C'mon)

[Cat Cody]
Friday!

[Bizzy]
Friday evenin' clear through the weekend we're peakin' each others secrets
No speakin', just heavy breathin'
A quarter inch from your cleavage
The reason you got me
Teasin'--be gentle
Interested sexual in a room to touch you eventual, too much potential
Lookin' at you sensual
Let you go, roll, have your space
And I'll be paper chasin' up and down, straight ghetto face
And have you ever fell in love
Just as much that you forgot about everyone just for their touch?

[Bizzy - 8X]
Roll with me
Roll, can't you come over?

[Cat Cody]
Just for that touch
Roll, come on and roll with me
Stroll, come on and stroll with me
Girl, can't you come over?
Stroll with me?
Yea, you can.
Yea, you can go with me
Yea, I know you can
C'mon, yea you can
I know you can
Just ride with me

. . .


Demons surround me all the time

[Bizzy - repeat 2X]
Demons surround me all the time
Demons surround me all the time
Now pick up your psychic line
Now pick up your psychic line

[Bizzy]
Nobody believes
Nobody believes
Nobody believes me, even my baby girl
See I was raised up on that ouija in my crazy world
Better take it easy
[Sang] Outta my mind, outta my mind
outta my mind, outta my brains, brains
7th Sign time, in a line, shine, fin to bye-bye, die die, bang bang
Hit 'em with that woo-woo, and that flip-flop flown-n-low
Steady as we roll
Maybe you don't know, oh
Get away for safety, in a coma like state, invade me
Everyone say: "Hey, hey, he's crazy"
Premenitions, kick pushin' daisies
Wait, they chase to slay me
Paranoid, mortal to the paranormal, jumpin' out portals.
Kinetical energy formal in the global get warmer
Mormons may mourn, may Messiahs be born, torn in the purgatory
Sworn to violence, silence, word my bond
Get ya story on, call me, saw me in the army gatherin' in harmony
Hardly in all we be so salty

[Chorus]
Demons surround me all the time
Demons surround me all the time
Now pick up your psychic line
Now pick up your psychic line

[Bizzy]
Talk to the walkin' dead, crossroads, call on the Rev., lost souls
And I'm off in a coffin' tossin' my memoirs, oh no
In the closet, come open the door, what do you see?
A funeral
Usually closest to kosher 'til I see some loved ones, don't go
Get it crucial, pick up the psychic line
Future to before time in the sinister mind of spiritual wicked
Intertwined with weak souls, come kick it
Written, rewind, get it, look out, hit it, rise
Dig it, wig out, feel it, ride
Mimic, die
Nigga, fly
Boom bye-bye.
My kind in time, 7th Sign, 7th Sign (7th Sign)
Time after time get mine, gon' get mine
Pick up the phone line, pick up the phone line,
ready for truth on the loose?
Got a dime or two and I'm liable to tell you, only if you know, wooo
He flew right bye you, true
demons follow and resume from the womb in the tomb
I fool you, boom, boom, boom
B-b-b-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Bizzy - repeat 5X]
Demons surround me all the time

. . .


For the Menensky tribe worldwide
(will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?)

[Chorus 2x]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter

It ain't a thug those that's livin that is realer than the villain
Witha million still killin dealin and all for the children
Came out of Cleveland with Steven,
and even my peoples was creepin,
but now they reapin, seepin, retreatin, deletin
Did ya feel em give my niggaz the fist and,
keep the pistol gripped
Now whistle if you need me and quick I'm there for murder and mayhem
Look out for lay man
His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
His trigger finger itchin' to lay them
Don't run to lose your life
Enjoy
I ain't fuckin around and makin the noise,
but better believe I'll get up and leave and keep my poise
(O yellow boy you holdin?? Hell, yeh!!!!)
Thuggin on Brackland when I sold crack,
and I got a mini-mack for the action
The murder and mashin,
Nigga milennium fashion blastin' over trash
50 thousand dollars cash
As fast as you can smash
Stabbed in the back and anxiety attacks
Flash through the childhood relax and,
react it be like that nigga you know that prescribin me prozac
Forgive but never forget
Sin yeh even within the thin begin again
With that pretty little bitch in your click
Uh spittin' demonish shit
Hey baby you need a friend
and act a little bit feminine take the fatigues off
Fuck the club even the six it's hellish
I be the one to tell it lust for the thugs
Who be fuckin with
seven....seven....seven....seven....
seven....seven....seven....seven....

[Chorus 2x]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.

Gather up gas masks for biological war
We know a whiff of the shit will make you wither fo sho'
Niggaz in the C.O.
We livin' in this AB World 144 thousand full of tribes
With the last word (SHUT UP!)
The book of old it got 'em thinkin that they crackin code
Oh no pin it computers ain't pinnin the Millenium
Your future youth be the truth in the music
You better your soul triple stage darkness in the unsolved encore
Little E, B.I.G., Tupac Shakur
Murdered in California
Need I say more
Killa forget it's in Heaven'z Movie was it?
Lose the Lord's covanent
I'm huggin it and Imma duck and trust I'm all thuggish as fuck
Uh what nigga bust and up by creepin on a come up
Eternally stressed my faces of death for the world war
Yes quiet on the set the shoots expired
The Roof is on fire...
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter and a lighter

Now what I want ch'all to do is I want y'all
put y'all muthafuckin lighters in the air
Keep their bitches up there, fuck wit cho - lil' nigga...

[Chorus 6x]
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire.
We don't need nothin' but the weed and a lighter, and a lighter.

. . .


[Bizzy]
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew, if only you knew
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew
(Nobody can stop me Damn)
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew
(Nobody can stop me)
What are you goin' through? What are you goin' through?
If you only knew, if you only knew.

[Bizzy]
Look at my sister sadden when my baby's mammy
Like she can't stand me
Say family be the first to turn so pity (?)
Filamina, my granny, celebrate the grammy damn
Nobody knew no plannin' was so perfect
Rollin' my (?), never forget the Bones
Trippin' on foster homes
Sayin' I wasn't manly with a scarred up soul
Why can't my skeletons understand me
What if I said I was molested
Would you look at me peel,
But I keep on bailin
And I hope I don't go to hell, stressed I will
Can I sell my bio? I was born in Ohio
Already on trial
Cause Pops said I looked too light, but mom 's just white
But I still had your smile
And look at me now gotta be proud of myself
Ain't nobody else soundin' so worried about my health
And all the while takin' care of my kids
How would they live
If I ain't hustlin', strugglin', (trustin') still keepin' Jesus a part of
solution
He gives life in the lungs
Breath through tongue
Now here it comes
Now, here it comes; and here we go

[chorus]
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
If only you knew
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?

[Bizzy]
And my mama took plenty beatings
Now in her third damn marriage and man
Actin' like he cares apparently 'till you perish
But I was always there for you
Even though you let me leave he's beatin the shit outta me, too
Probably why I got my bodyguards
And I'm in charge
Watch me sleep the pay is meek
But stay with me
And keep my heart collateral, we'll never break apart
Y'all didn't see me with Eazy, as a child of god
With the underdog
Never applaud once you reminisce through the ball
Movin' in Heaven's movie
Y'all, think of all that fucked-up shit you saw
Only if you knew what I was goin' through

[chorus]
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
If only you knew
Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now nobody can stop me, now
If only you knew
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?

[Bizzy]
Flashback to may and with the weight of the world
Can't stop my girl from steppin
Lookin' for affection in wrong places
My lesson be learned world turns
The early bird gets the worm
What if it's rotten while you rushin' for love and get burned?
Five kids and that's my only concern
I was a father before I became a man society don't comprehend
Callin' me worthless but I could purchase what they purchase
But I understand behind closed curtains you workin' on being a man
Death scares me
But Jesus will prepare me
And hopefully repair me
As god would want him to, really really
Ghetto media see the thug
Watch your sins
Then it's true you can be born again.

[chorus (repeat till end)]
What am I goin' through, goin' through, goin' through?
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now
Nobody can stop me, now Nobody can stop me, now

. . .


I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me
quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys
don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your
lost
S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died all
alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with
ammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is
plotted out
And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and
I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
b
E baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to the
parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn
manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance
it I got
Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me
breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin
and I ain't dreamin.

[chorus]

I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of
justice blame it on bone thug music and abusive fo fathers
don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce
juvy back
Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it
adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward
americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid
for
Mr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at
15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the
murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him go
heard
Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini
nina ross in the crossroads die off little demon off those and
assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyz
is kil
Hat'll split you wig and of course they should die as if they
were muthaf**kin big you dig.

[chorus]

I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally
unfoil little mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay
attention boy member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you
soon wi
E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the
signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin
me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho
movin
Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the
youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of
my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in
God b
M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with
my crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off dawg
lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's
muthaf**k
G can you dig...........

[chorus]

. . .


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