Head To The Ground
Bizzy Bone featuring Layzie Bone
Produced by: Bizzy Bone
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
It's going down. {inhales} Ooh.

-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
While I was walking in the cold, let me know/ Help the medicine, go down/ Heavenly Father, don't be mad at us now/ It's been a long way coming and we don't plan on goin' back/ Head to the ground, head to the ground

-Bizzy Bone-
(Head to the ground) And through the cemetery gins, and talkin' like they my friends I wanna reap by death cause I don't know what's happenin' with my kids (My babys)/ Never pray to God for the ends, not as much as I spend/ Oh I with the Benz, lemmonin, sinnin, endin, (?) bridge / And I wish this drama-drama all would cease by walking the streets then without my heat heat (Oh) lookin' at me feet/ And the only time at peace was when we got high/ I know you got yours, that's why I got mine, got mine/ Big bitch! My nigga 'Nine went to jail for it/ Another nigga lost, but I'm sure it would've been better off if we knew the answers/ Let's say we chance all, somebody takes a stand ya'll/ Satan's got a plan ya'll that man's got to follow/ See, most of my friends is hollow and I pray for 'em and stay for 'em (Lord, thank you) I'm halfway home (?)/ Help the medicine, go down (Rest In Peace) Held the medicine, go down

-Chorus-

-Bizzy Bone-
Walking. Talking to God (Talkin' to God) Praying for forgiveness. (Prayin' for forgiveness-ness. Prayin' for forgiveness)

And see, I'm safe from this cause I've been prayin' for this and still, I get layed down on the pavement/ I done seen niggas that was listenin' to what I'm sayin'/ Stay sedated, heavily stressed out, thugged up/ I need a vacation/ Go to the schools and his little kids education/ Let all off them hater, hater, hater, haters hate us... Some of the old folks can't stand it/ Better make way, here comes that new generation/ Heaven'll make us, hope ya'll don't get'cha off in hatred/ Let's face it, some niggas I know reminds me of them old time racists/ If I ain't say it, somebody else would have said it/ Are we headed for death and destruction, I already read it/ I won't let it, Messiah, come on people die for the cause say "We should all overcome", oh oh (And God gon' make the laws)

-Chorus-

-Layzie Bone-
Nigga, have you ever been undecided by commiting the violence? Strugglin' to fight it, livin' this life and you just ain't like it/ Makin' niggas break theyself cause a nigga can't buy it/ My mind feelin' so ziggity, waitin' for the day that The Lord come get me/ Pick me up and carry me home, you feelin' me? Nigga, you wit me? Nigga been runnin' these streets like all of my life/ Until the day I die I be stompin' marchin' in big black boots/ Dumpin' straight up chargin'/ These niggas dumpin' "Lock-N-Load" that's what I holler/ Holler! Holler! To all the real niggas that runnin' in the field everyday, got to risk they life for that dollar/ Grab your weapons, tighten your laces/ See them cops, off to the races/ Seen a lot of shit, been a lot of places/ Everywhere we go, it's them ghetto races/ Caught cases, facin' this jailtime/ Representin' that crime/ Got niggas out here gettin' down and dirty on the grind, it's about that milltime/ In the middle of it all, Heaven and Hell/ Nigga, pick your goal/ Keep it real, nigga, save your soul/ In a world so cold, you never will know/ When the trumpets sound, when it all go down/ Nigga, you ready for it? When the good Lord blow it? B.B. and Lay goin' home with out head down to the ground (Head down to the ground)
Recorded for the Bizzy Bone album The Beginning & The End