To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what you gon' do? To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what them gon' do?
Wyldlyfe (1)
Bizzy Bone
(What a wonderful day) Lemme get a Courvo, spit out the cigar, just get high/ 21 to get in the club, and I'm Rated R with my 9 milimeter in my car/ All these nigga's think they hard/ Keepin' up my head up, amen/ Who do I think I am? Who do you think you are? (Hater, hater) Holler! Ya'll niggas don't wanna get popped but I'd stay away/ But why don't I give em a couple of dollars/ Stare out the window, with a my pistol, with my young gun luck/ Why don't I just throw my money out? My money hit the floor niggas get that paper but nigga's can't get it/ Mysterious, curious look up at the moon and my nigga's loosin'/ I had that hard boy luck/ Just hope I don't get shot/ Oh what my luck/ Show them it's on the floor but what if the tempo be (?) shoot him with the automatic bullets, it's a wonderful day