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[bizzy bone-intro]
yall aint ready foe this sh-t. yall know what it is…haha (please believe it) yeah you know what it is n-gg-, f-ck these n-gg-s who do not believe, in
what tha f-ck tha 7th sign will do. you m-th-f-kkas. i need money, you m-th-f-kkas. put it on me m-th-f-kka. put it on me. this how we play m-th-f-kkas.
comin to get you n-gg-s (7th sign mastermind in full effect…yeah. all you suckas can eat a d-ck. all you playa hatas, yall outta stop that sh-t, f-ckin’
around and take yo b-tch…hahaha. 7th sign n-gg-. doa n-gg-/ capo confucius, lil rasuu, jule syon, precious, baby seal, nina ross. liealoha, and my sister
big heather)

[bizzy bone-chorus]
this how we play (yeh) this how we play (yeh..)
thats how we play…

[bizzy bone]
gimmie an ounce for $350/ n-gg- need a quick divorce/ my n-gg-s keep telling me what they keep sayin about b in the source (source)/ but i don’t read
magazines (zines…)/ n-gg- that’s just irratation (tations)/ bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education (cation)/ little do they neva
pow-pow-pow what/ little do they neva pow- who-who?/ little do they neva pow me-me/ get these and tell about you-you/ (you)/ aint no time to be trippin on
women/ cause women will have you get caught up n’ shot/ lil n-gg-s them b-tches is yours/ so clap on tha rubber or beat up tha c-ck/ lil n-gg-s yall so
h-rny (h-rny)/ only got yo car for broads (broads)/ how could i be hatin’/ when yall are tha fakest n-gg-s i’ve eva saw (saw)/ yall rollin’ with snitches,
i don’t know no snitches (snitches)/ i roll with real n-gg-s, till they fall off/ god pick ’em up foe they loose they britches (ahaha)/ and i feel my
children love me/ daddy gotsta do more betta (betta)/ by the time we makin money (money)/ and spending my time with ’em/ with ’em, with ’em, stuck up in
tha middle/ play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday/ don’t be fickle mauhf-kkas…

[chorus]

[bizzy bone]
would it be betta 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 n’ chill/ see i’m a veteran/ all the grenade launchers, wont cost me much
(much)/ anyone could get extorts (extorts)/ yeah n-gg- you can be touched (be touched)/ i did all my dirt in tha burbs (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-ts absurd/ already got, me
all perturbed/ cop on tha block, gettin’ on my nerves/ this is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin’ been falsified/ n-gg-s don’t let ’em lie to yall, i’ma
tell tha 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 tha lead…

[chorus]

[bizzy bone]
whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda/ i’m betta with money/ been runnin’ around, with a gun in his skully/ and one on my buddys now dippin’ tha swisha/
and then again hmm../ n-body’s tha best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone (lone)/ i’ma tell yall, all my secrets/ son of a mistress, carry on
(on) outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways (ways)/ burn my collection of p-rn/ but i don’t wont no straits (straits)/ what about church
folks, stressin’ that i should change (change)/ live ya life, i’ma live my life, without the lies and let me pray for change/ now keep tha pimp cup/ i
don’t wanna blow tha pimps up/ cause my fathers, father was pimpin’/ and he left all of his children checkin/ i don’t have to respect it/ and you don’t
have to respect it/ gimmie my sp-ce, and i’ma give you yours/ it’s my profession n-gg- (n-gg-)/ it ain’t a game, yall can pop tha collar (uhh)/ it’ll be
some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin’ ya column/ one foe tha money holla (holla)/ two for tha d-playas/ its tha way we play n’ police n-gg- yall
can swallow…

[chorus]

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