(Momma) Momma knowin’ I’m sellin’ this marajuana/ God I do what I wanna but God they won’t give me a job, I scream and I holler and even tried to stop the cops, block my getaway... (Can't stop me) I know I’m sellin’ chop chops, God when they send me away only tear tops, waitin’ for drama cuz I’m skinny/ The streets may be hideous but the heat was pretty/ Pity many died, city wide when we ride down to the nitty gritty/ Slide through the system of lies, strip me of my pride, I don’t think I’m a make it alive cuz if I do I’ll be institutionalized, thugged out/ Ever since Pac died I know what thugs is all about/ Make a sacrifice for Christ these motherfuckers never could kill me twice (Kill me twice) {laughs} and crack pipes on the playground, playground, playground, playground, playground
-Chorus-Bizzy Bone-
(Before I go...) Now, before I go to jail dog, hell naw, don’t let ‘em put me in a cell Lord, praise God/ Before I go to jail...
-Double R-
(Momma please forgive me) Pack your shit better hurry, ride, niggas ride/ My nigga done popped him now these Fed's after me/ Well whoever snitched it? I'm a dog, hell naw, we ride on enemies Boom! Boom! Boom! That's what you heard better shoot, one last look/ I'm a punch you on the floor like I did the Fed's/ That nigga got smoked up like a ciggarette/ We always ride on my enemies/ Full Moon on these nigga fo' less/ So much/ I'm Already Stressed/ Addicted to this gun play/ I'm a gun tell me where to be where/ And artillery/ I'm goin' back to Mississippi plantin' seeds, I ain't scared/ You tell that crooked ass cop and DA I gotta hitter Bone comin' with some mobb shyt/ Maybe on some killer shit/ Used to be broke/ It ain't a motherfuckin' joke/ Now I make these niggas and bitches look like they are up in smoke/ Who will survive up in these dirty streets? They didnt picture me, Double R, worldwide Mob Lyfe
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Damn, nobody sent me 20 Dollars and my baby’s momma scared to kiss me, you don’t miss me/ I don’t blame her, I made her the fiend/ Family keep on dissin’ me/ And got a letter, I’m hopin’ to die quickly, hopin’ to die swiftly/ I’m a take all of these niggas with me and keep on testin’ me/ The Warden wonder why I don’t cry cuz they sentenced me 520 years/ What the fuck is five more? What am I here for? Cuz I was blastin’ at the 5-O Lil’ Byron been blowin’ up/ My niggas callin’ up throwin’ up gang signs, and I was prayin’ at the same time/ I tell ‘em slow it up, “hell no” then don’t you wind up in this hell hole/ If I could do it all again I would, but now I'm becomin’ a man/ Learnin’ in prison, all these criminals, ya’ll don’t know how the fuck they livin’ but I ain’t givin’ up readin’ the Bible every day and only God can save me, I be brave
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Recorded for the Double R album Bizzy Bone Presents: Double R