: I got more game than nintendo. I'm super cold I keep these bitches hangin on my colthes. Let em know It ain't a thang to swang in da club and get it
: [Verse 1:] Now tell tha devil I can taste hurr (her) I pull tha pin out my grenade It's time to pray to whom ever you muthafukkas praying turr (to)
: Yeah, I'm an American soldier (too all my soldiers in Afghanistan) Just an American souldier. So many soldiers standing on the block yeah Trying not
: (feat. Jonny Craig) Jonny Craig, Bizzy Bone I can still feel her From distances and miles away Galaxies and dimensions and cosmic aspirations Are
: Fresh cornrows, def white gold Silk sheet covers, feather pillows on 11'oclock breakfast, cigarette, red bull Open the door, wash my ass and jump in
: Falling falling so fast Satan slithering in grass - there goes his ass I will fight you in dreams Baptized in your feces and angels cover my wings
: [Intro:] Coming to you straight from cosmos by the way of Gabriel With the Grim reaper on my shoulders [Chorus:] I look into the soul, The spirits
: [Intro:] Yeah, aight See, what I want y'all to do I want y'all to open up y'all Bacardi's [Hook:] The way the women keep watchin us Well gimme some
: When I first met you babe I said oh my Lord When I first met you baby I said grab your sword I didn't know what to think What's wrong with your mind
to stay alive That's why the thugs never cry (thugs never cry) We're hoping for change and puffin' on some ? That's why the thugs never cry (thugs never cry) Bizzy
: [Bizzy: (as reporter)] Somebody get in here with that damn drink, good evening ladies and gentleman, this is reporter go fuck yourself from BNN, I'
young Layzie Bone, young Krayzie Bone young Wish Bone, Congratulations Flesh N Bone for finally geting up out of jail I am Bizzy Bone the Kid, young Glory
:] [Evil Laugh] [Evil voice:] Aye you! Tonight is our night, you ready? [Bizzy: hysterical laugh] Crossroads? Ah-ha! This is where Bone should've been
nigga Through the weather the storms... Through the weather the storms... My nigga will always be my nigga Through the weather the storms... [Bizzy Bone
: Up in the storm, out of a mirrage Deep in the ghetto, the Lord is in charge Swords comin' out of my mouth, ready can't block the barrage I'm still (
mashin', but then a nigga come with some tight jeans and they call it fashion; Rappers don't battle me, I'll call em all out, ain't nobody said a word, Bizzy Bone
