Low Down, Gangsta

Gangsta

Low Down featuring Bizzy Bone & Lost Cause

-Intro-Bizzy- (Come around my way...) Lost Cause. Low) Yeah. Bizzy The Kid. (Bizzy The Kid) Yeah. Cleveland. Lost Cause. Low. Let's get this money.

-Chorus-Bizzy- (Come around my way...) See we be strugglin' and hustlin' all day/ I'm a keep rollin' till they ho-ass catch me, baby/ And down in Cleveland we thuggin' and thievin' even in Columbus, we so thuggish ruggish... See we be strugglin' and hustlin' all day/ And I'm a keep rollin' till your ho-ass catch me, baby/ And down in Cleveland we thuggin' and thievin' even in Columbus, we so thuggish ruggish...

Bizzy Bone Being a thug, matter of fact, is speakin' in blood for all of my fallen family, nigga what? And got to callin' on me, baby/ I don't want my mommy, my damny/ Now gimme a shot of that Henny, I'll drink at the wieght of a liter, just gimme a mic and the instrument/ Then you can feel it, the open-handed (blasted in the mouth!) Fuckin' idiot! No one come out to see me when I'm on to drinkin' and thinkin' the murderous scene, dog/ If you never knew nothin' or something to know, I'm standin' in front of the coroner/ But the warriors ditchin' the east, to the west/ I don't see revolution, got the son that ain't doin' nothing/ They wants, but the cop shovin' his gun in my stomach/ And, who the fuck are you eyeballin'? War' have been makin' me paranoid/ And I pop quicker than Saturday Night Specials, bringin' the terror, boy/ We livin' in revelations, that's now and we cry later/ All of the hate built to the premise of chest plates/ Vicious as alligators, wearin' my alligators/ Niggas, it's now or later; I see these haters comin', ya don't see Lil' Bizzy runnin'/ It what it is, it's how it's always gon' be, it's my family tree/ Lost Cause is you wit me, baby?

Low Down Yeah, dap blown, Jack-Co. a.k.a. king of beats, king of streets/ Have your brains looking like Cream of Wheat/ Yes sir, with them hollow's and slugs, so step up and get popped like a bottle of bub/ Don't need help jackin' up, you actin' up and actin' tough/ I jack it up, smack it up, yeah, that's what's up/ Do your whole crew, get plastered/ We don't squash the beef like a true (?)/ Yeah, me and my troops is hazzard, pull up, poppin' out of whips like the Dukes of Hazzard/ We ain't no (?) bastards, waitin' for you to take us (?) so we can shoot you backwards, blaah!

Lost Cause This is (?) we hard to death, but you don't know the cause of this, smoggin' Techs, smokin' blunts/ Fuck the cop, we hard to catch/ It was Bizzy and Pac who taught us that Thug Luv/ Touch us, we bust slugs/ Tough nuts, that's what's up/ Plus, he heard down in Cleveland the buzz was the guns was on some gangsta shit so we had to clique up/ And get real when you dealin' with gangstas/ Squash the beef no thank ya, but I will shank ya/ So give me ten feet, ho, I'll lift you ten feet/ Got Mac-10's, plenty heat, plus we rollin' ten deep/ We bustin' at all ya'll, you frontin' and you soft/ I ain't fuckin' with a loss, man, it's nothin' to be boss

Lost Cause [Bizzy] Gangsta thuggin' it, hoes be lovin' it/ Get your bitch, tuck her quick ya'll can't fuck wit it/ See the light skin thinkin' I'm soft or somethin' like I won't grab my nine and off me someone (blam) You fucker you, I'll cut at you/ Buck at you, fuck your crew, kill you and a couple dudes/ I ain't done wit you, just started havin' fun wit you/ I'll murder everybody in your family that really got love for you (yeah) I'm thuggin' dog, yeah, ain't nothin' homie/ Hey, mommy, come here, do something for me/ Move these packs for me, get these stacks for me/ Lost Cause baby! And we that gutter/ That sucker bet duck, I'm gon' buck ya or gun bust ya, yeah mothafucka/ And I'm really real, tell me how you really feel/ Fuck wit Lost Cause, Bizzy Bone [Get this money] gon' get ya killed

-Outro-Bizzy- It's still gangsta gangsta... I'm the one and only gangsta

Available on the Low Down album Can't Stop My Shine (2006)