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Bizzy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
that blunt (yeah)
Give me toke homie
We ridin,

[Chorus 2X: Bizzy
Ooh, I guess don't know, I'm finna call up David
And we marchin on them quickly to the South
So they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha

Bone]
Lord, crush they numbers daddies can see
I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm verily
I love the Mary, Mexican food, without the children
or the shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
Bless the if it's possible, I cry on my knees
Praise the Lord, God the creator of all lightning
Ass booty and cattle, stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops
Stone producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
Better him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then that dust
the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love

[Bizzy
Deep in the mind where they me, what do you want to know?
I don't know nothing, but I heard legend tellin me take it slow
be, within the body this is a blessin
better get rid of you need
You better go get it remember to that seed
While I'm holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
Clearly I get that somehow I just don't fear it
I nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit that
Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to that
remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
Fuck it, we are the in the rucket rough
Runnin the spiritual po-po
Don't act like you don't know cause I don't know either
So y'all and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our

[Bizzy
I call up my uncle let me cop fuckin Mary Jane
We been out here steadily climbin each and every day
Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we
Feelin me with the spirit, fight you like I was anime
Quick to have a baby sick as and jump right on the stage
Comin up out that limo pockets payin attention to everything I say
Open up my mind with a prayer, as I the Lord Jesus
The Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
It's gettin I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
burn...