Forever indebted, never regret it/ We're like "Get 'em" Little repentive, never replenish, there was advantage fuckin' the menace, 'member who said it/ Baby I'm ready, nigga we headless still puttin' down, down with a Seven/ Movin' in Heaven'z Movie, baby I let it, check out the Reverend, steppin' in big black boots/ And who are you? We move in silence/ Nigga try it, get on your shit and cause a goddamn riot/ You want no violence, I ain't lyin', just so pissed off/ And all of ya'll ain't on, I ain't down for dyin' especially if it ain't my cause/ For enemies in disguise plottin' on my demise, laughin' when I'm out their blastin' off Hennessy; Thug for life/ Remember the Ouija, Eazy couldn't believe me, wish you could see me/ Dreamin' duckin' the demons, better believe it, believe me/ Thievin' thuggin' strugglin' in Cleveland and broke even/ Put it all on little Steven, let that nigga be the reason/ Little bit screamin' wakin' up out of a cold sweat, I'm sleepin'/ Hopefully haters didn't peep him, but if they did I wouldn't be breathin' breathin'
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Bizzy Bone
Put up the order; Niggas ain't tough 'cause they smokin' water, believe me so gimme a swig/ We approach, ain't no breathin', we see you weezin'/ Nigga but seein' me, but fuck it I'm thuggish, I've been through rough I don't even mention/ See, my uzi weighs a ton so now you know what I'm benchin'/ Jusk ask for some more; Ain't no busta off up in this motherfucker/ On my hustle, ready to bust 'em, movin' music/ Thinkin' my muscle, hmm, huh, so soldiers' fry; Get 'em and let's die/ Trust that it brought you luck, look into my eyes/ Never will I D-I, O-T-C, maybe the B-I double-L/Hey, we lay low and roll away, but the Po-Po, oh no, weary, here we come again, mash in the car/ Ring the alarm, we alarmed on the freeway/ He said (yeah) "Here they come" Ghetto 'Nam got me schizophrenic, panic when niggas manage to fuck with the planet/ Can't understand me, left me stranded when I damaged, just a lost soul/ And manic retribution, come to tha' crossroads/ Let's handle it, bitch, dont be scared/ I'm which skids, and pistol grip and kill me, feel me/ My brains fatigued, smokin' weed, leavin' bullets in the ceilin' ceilin'
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Bizzy Bone
How do you know who alley' vocals broke with the grand finally; One way down to Cali, that's before the death of daddy/ I get out and goin' to play with gun, rally, you don't feel me though/ Political with these fuckin' residuals, realest America-ca-ca-ca/ Oh no, bet she in the war zone, fuckin' with my Moms' bones/ Tell them at the plasma, sell-out bitch; You can run up outta the stratosphere, search this whole goddamn atmosphere, atmosphere/ Put 'em on some shit that'll make you fasten yo' key, hear me only scrappin' some cherries, and them all thinkin' I'm derranged when I'm like "What's happenin'?" Draw the sawed-off, hit that bitch death and thought I was rappin'
mad/ Thrown in the towel, then break, we beat you down, ah/ Search for the rebel, gimme my style/ I'd die for the war right now screamin' "Shoot it!" Nigga, do it/ For The Lord we only bow/ Fly my way through the crowd with my niggas barkin' loud with the battle cry (Uh-uuhh) Buckin' on, chuckin' now/ Fuck them broads, stay calm/ Less stress is what's up, murderin' me, actin', blastin'/ Nigga, the 7th Sign mashin', yeah
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Bizzy Bone
Close with no cigar, heh, sir. Excuse me, sir. It's 17 women outside and they said that they be to come, and they wanted to know, can they come in the studio and get a taste of the goddamn fire, sir.
Unreleased/ Recorded for the Bizzy Bone album Heaven'z Movie (1998)