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bizzy bone - how we play lyrics

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ya’ll ain’t ready for this sh-t. ya’ll know what it is. ha ha (please believe it) yeah you know what it is n-gg-. f-ck these n-gg-s who do not believe, in what the f-ck the 7th sign will do. you motherf-ckers. i need money, you motherf-ckers. put it on me motherf-cker. put it on me. this how we play motherf-ckers. comin’ to get you n-gg-s (7th sign mastermind in full effect… yeah. all you suckers can eat a d-ck. all you playa haters, ya’ll outta stop that sh-t, f-ckin’ around and take yo b-tch…ha ha ha. 7th sign n-gg-. doa n-gg-. capo confucious, lil rasuu, jule syon, precious, baby seal, nina ross. liealoha, and my sister big heather)
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this how we play (yeh) this how we play (yeh..) that’s how we play…
bizzy bone
gimme an ounce for 350, n-gg- need a quick divorce/ my n-gg-s keep tellin’ me what they keep sayin’ about b in the source/ but i don’t read magazines, n-gg- that’s just irratation/ bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education/ little do they know about what-what-what/ little do they know about who-who-who/ little do they know about me-me-me/ get these and tell about you-you-you/ ain’t no time to be trippin’ on women cause women will have you get caught up and shot/ lil’ n-gg-s them b-tches is yours so slap on tha rubber or beat up the c-ck/ lil’ n-gg-s ya’ll so h-rny/ only got yo’ car for broads/ how could i be hatin’ when ya’ll are the fakest n-gg-s i’ve ever saw/ ya’ll rollin’ with snitches, i don’t know no snitches/ i roll with real n-gg-s till they fall off, god pick ’em up for they loose they britches/ and i feel my children love me, daddy gotsta do mo’ better/ by the time we makin’ money and spendin’ my time with ’em, with ’em, with ’em, stuck up in the middle/ play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday, don’t be fickle motherf-ckers
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bizzy bone
would it be better if we could just choose the future, blood mixed up, call me fuchsia/ thug picked up by the people; no ruthless, no medusa/ see i got jacked in beverly hills, still i keeps it real, very selective, wanna just smoke and chill/ see i’m a veteran, all the grenade launchers wont cost me much/ anyone could get extorts/ yeah n-gg-, you can be touched/ i did all my dirt in the ‘burbs/ i was ridin’ around with my sisters’ babies father/ double barrel shot-gun say word/ ready or not here come my words, steady or not, that sh-t’s absurd/ already got, me all perturbed/ cop on tha block, gettin’ on my nerves/ this is the lifestyle of that brick sellin’ been falsified/ n-gg-s don’t let ’em lie to yall, i’m a tell the truth on mine/ and i really want no more/ catch yo’ -ss security wires/ open the door, these rappers is scared as h-ll/ what you frontin’ for? he got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed, is this the way it is? little bizzy takes the lead
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bizzy bone
whateva, whateva, we gotta get cheddar; i’m better with money/ been runnin’ around, with a gun and a skully/ and one on my buddy’s now dippin’ tha swisha/ and then again hmm../ n-body’s the best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone, lone/ i’m a tell ya’ll, all my secrets/ son of a mistress, carry on outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways/ burn my collection of p-rn, but i don’t won’t no straights/ what about church folks stressin’ that i should change/ live ya life, i’m a live my life without the lies and let me pray for change/ now keep the pimp cup, i don’t wanna blow the pimps up/ cause my father’s father was pimpin’ and he left all of his children checkin’ (f-cker!) i don’t have to respect it and you don’t have to respect it/ gimmie my sp-ce, and i’m a give you yours/ it’s my profession, n-gg- (n-gg-!) it ain’t a game, yall can pop tha collar, uh/ it’ll be some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin’ ya column/ one for the money, hollar/ two for the d, playas/ it’s the way we play and police n-gg- ya’ll can swallow
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