Bizzy Bone featuring Patience, Prince Rasu & King Josiah
-Intro-Bizzy-
(C-O, come smoke some droll...) Hehe. Yeah. I need to get me a little bit of that {inhales.}. Some of that {inhales.} (Droll...) We need that.
-Chorus-Bizzy-
They may not play this on the radio (So?) But bitch, I don't give a fuck, fuck/ We all made some money though (Yeah) Watchin' em' fall down/ C.O. come smoke dro' and we don't fuck around, fuck around (Hey)
Bizzy Bone
Now, what the fuck am I runnin' from my motherfuckin' self? Or all the warriors, gorillas and apes? They got me runnin' through the ghetto wit' a shotgun, strapped to the backwards of ducktape/ Chrome .45 posted up, look at a nigga like a nigga won't bust a grape/ Give me my mothafuckin' nigga, cause that's my shit/ I'm Serendipity on all of you niggas, and won't stop gettin' shot in ya' face/ For my niggas in South Field to the East Side niggas strapped up on Cleveland Ave./ And money makin' on the North Side, it ain't no fuckin' around on the cops till they beat yo' ass/ A thuggish ruggish in Columbus, don't nobody love us/ You know we got the dro'/ My nigga, that's promo, I don't need Prozac/ Doctor, doctor what's goin' on? Now, I don't kick it wit' a nigga if he even try to come and ask a nigga "Where the hoes at?" (Fa' Sho) Tell em' get off my ballsack (And you got to get your own) 6-5! Time to roll/ Runnin' out of the way, I'm ballin' out of control/ Bless me Lord, I'm finna runaway slave (Chariot swing low) Little nigga come and kick it the door, put everybody on the floor/ We takin' the safe and takin' all of the dough/ She wanted me to raid, but knocked the bitch out/ Went in his closet and took every stitch of his clothes/ Took his shit home, plus I had a brush/ Went to the basement and played wit' my chicken bones/ Next day, the rat got sprayed, Mr. Zacharia...
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Patience
I smokes the skunk, I blaze the blunt, I brings the funk, big hustla/ We fuckin' ya, I'm tellin' ya; We so god-damn murderous/ You heard of us, so dangerous/ Smoke weed laced with the angel dust/ But the brains we bust, cause these haters be glad as fuck/ I know what's up/ You feel me though, cause I's the ho in this crazy shit, this gangsta shit/ Man, fuck the law, I keeps it raw like you never seen before/ I smokes some dro' you feel my flow/ Now, feel me bro' you feel me though/ Fuck the radio, they don't want to play me so the underground is where I go to hear the shit I love from the pimps, the thugs and the hustlas, and the murderers/ And I gives a fuck, no, cause we keep comin' up/ It's another thang and I spit the game straight from the brain/ And I keeps it real, and you know the deal; It's all about the scrill/ And nigga, I'm a get my mil
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Prince Rasu
I'm still ghetto-fied, nigga, and I don't give a fuck/ Live and direct from the C-O streets, home of the thug homie/ Hit 'em up, (?) escape, guages is fillin' up (Blah!) That Seventh Sign democracy makin' ya'll team look miniature/ I'm open like murder victims in Oakland/ Scopin' the whole district/ Blast on you bitches like King Aurthur with swords and death wishes/ This is my life, no silver spoons just butchers knives/ Splittin' swishers with six killers in the dark or in the light/ It ain't no peace, ain't no justice, just a game full of sakes and judges wrestlin' with my sanity/ Lord, show me the purpose/ I'm smokin' that centipede, fire raised with desire/ Just to visualize you's bleedin' on the battlefield with survivors, I'm locked and loaded/ Bulletproof and low-low's in the moment/ Blunted like naw, sue the world, bouncin' in three wheel motion/ Now, stop it/ (?)/ With just a small touch of art it's from Joran Ben Rasu Thomas
-Chorus-Bizzy-
King Josiah
Fuck the radio and TV (Hah) They gotta play me, wait till they see me, I'll be fuckin' them stars, I got drawers from every team (Ha ha) My backs against the wall like graphiti/ I want the money and the power, is there a better cause to be greedy (Naw) Fuck these laws in the city, my future is first/ Mo' money, mo' bitches make all your enemies burst/ Franklin County, since 14 emerge from the dirt/ My soldiers soul restin' in peace while I'm surrounded by hearse, it hurts/ Raindrops fallin' like tears from an army, waste a couple beers for them niggas years before me/ All this shit might appear phony, but a nigga been through blood, sweat, and tears to get years of money/ To all you hoes haven't been there for me, thank you for the dick sucks and quick fucks, and here's a pill for the mornin'/ And if you smoke, and you ever hit the steets of the O/ Come to C-O and smoke some droll, then you'll know