: [Bizzy Bone-Chorus] Murdah is out of control Murdah just let it blow (It blow) Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya
: (Instrumental)
matradi Bizzy got that Filet Mignon I don't need no empathy play the track As I control the symphony Gotta get my monopoly property of that nigga Bizzy
I'm stupid Punk bitch I understand you put it on Capo Confuscious I don't give a fuck about no Ruthless I never talk about Bone Get your thug on, pass
sign master mind) You Krayzie (Bizzy the Kid the midwest cowboy) But the widow tried to play me (play me) [Verse 1] Home in front of my vaugh They say Bizzy
down I don't wanna be twistin the (?) As I come around, better watch your back And don't be scared, youngster This is the gangster party, and who me Bizzy
: Bizzy Bone-Intro- Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty
get your money baby If not I'm gonna break even I won't let you play me Your game ain't even season It's that thuggish ruggish Bone I hope you know Little
With a pocket full of magnum rubbers, double XL That's what they tell me, anything, like "B" I love you Baby you know you lyin', you only know Bizzy,
don't even think about it I done put my publicist on it So y'all mothafuckers could read about it And then sing about it Bizzy doing solo Man have this
: [Intro] (Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboy Galloping to a hood near you Imagine me being signed to B2K (What!) What you fuckin' think
a quick divorce, my niggaz keep tellin me What they keep sayin about being the source Well I don't read magazines Nigga that's just erentation Bizzy
mother wooh, better shut my mouth Same ole' knuckle came from the gun, and never leave the strap at the house, sucka Remember the Bone Bone Bone Bone?
: [H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious] [gun cocked and a gunshot] Waitin' on the bail whiles I sittin' in the county jail Question my intuition "What have
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious- {gun cocked and a gunshot} Waitin' on the bail whiles I sittin' in the county jail/ Question my intuition "What have
your money baby If not I'm gonna break even I won't let you play me Your game ain't even season It's that thuggish ruggish Bone I hope you know Little
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- Yea, Bizzy The Kid, the midwest cowboy, galloping to a hood near you. Imagine me bein signed to B2K (What?!) What you (Cenz.) think
gon' always gon be alone, baby. You come from the same place don't ya? It was good wasn't it? Wasn't it? Bizzy Bone See my life is backwards, Lil'
