I'm a dollar and a dream from seein a brick In grimy hallways, slingin nicks and treys When it's on then it's on and poppin, shots lickin I'm spittin
go I know in the lead it may seem me might be But no matter what they doing they don't do it like me Like a G, I hold it down for the town I'm at In
record is def because my heart is in it Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise Special effects will be created by an editor's splice The funk is in it,ya dig it
tossed Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your body jerk, it's on It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my
comes the guillotine [Incomprehensible] the game as I kick it, don't miss it, get with it Diss it, you're a knucklehead evicted From the crowd that's proud to be
It seems that I was uninvited By your lovely bride-to-be She floats down the aisle Like a pageant queen. But I know you wish it was me You wish it
I'm blazin'. How could it be little me, Had the power to be, The best beat, in the league, Yeah, inevitably, but could it be, Little me, you was heckling me. Now it
m blazing Feels like I'm How could it be, little me had the power to be The best B in the league inevitably But could it be little me, you was heckling me Now it
it's come to, ha? Ha? Playoffs, yo booms, fuck that We back, baby I ain't asked you to fear it Mandatory you think about it after you hear it And it
4's (Yeah) Terror retaliate, show 'em how real it be A split second 'fore you blazed They probably thought you was me (Preach on) Returning on some Crow shit, let
Don't try to fight the feeling of something that's organic You can't ignore it, so don't just stand before it Just drop them panties to the floor, let
let it burn when pistols probably stay strong for Bone, (censored), you (censored) with all of the (?) and in 1999 when ya meet up in the end, bet it be
you're fuckin' with, you gon' die, die Don't be surprised, Bone want your presidents wanna run it all Run all of it all of it, fuck that dog, fuck that
And now you know it's my occupation The jackin's in progress; it's a critical operation The object is murder I'm the number one assassin, it's Layzie
, murda, murda, murda (Krayzie) Sold my soul ot the devil But I changed my mind now I want it back But he won't coorperate so now it's time to jack Called
, and let them see how it feels to be up under surveillance, let them see how it feels to have they phone tapped, let them see how it feels to have a
the leaves I'm alone nigga believe That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over
Artist:Bizzy BoneAlbum:The Gift Title:Never Grow You better be careful where you go Be careful where you go Be careful where you go Be careful where