Bizzy:
Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the C-O. Man,
fuck y’all niggas.
Yeah, I’m (tatted) so when I die, you can see what’s deep in my eye
[my eye].
Maje$ty:
7 Sign . . .
Bizzy:
I put who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, glock you and stop
you [stop you, stop you].
Look who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, pop you and stop you
[stop you, stop you].
Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up even if I’m under
surveillance, I watch out, wanna win, and fuck ’em up daily,
throwin’ up 7, what am I yellin’? Murderer. Nigga, once you come must
be like crazy if you [Muthafucka, don’t play me] play
me. Nigga, not today. I see you but you can’t see me. I know with all
of government and, yes, this will get crazy and blow
[bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb].
Maje$ty:
Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn, blastin’ out your
steroes or your headphones. The roots exploited clones;
therefore, it’s my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap
survival kit. Artistic skin abrasion, so when ’em fadin’ my
worldly reflections, it’s magnified to new levels of elevation.
Bizzy:
Seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh sign seal.
Yeah, now y’all know, yeah.
Yeah, I’m (tatted) so when I die, you can see what’s deep in my eye
[my eyes, my eyes].
Now, look who got you, then, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and
stop you [stop you, stop you].
Look who got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop
you [stop you, stop you].
Bizzy:
The Rip here to run in the street, and flippin’ on police, yeah they
know me, I’m not lonely, only, show me when the smoke
clears, and at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie. All
bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? Well, pull out
your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it. And you knew it, too,
when, when you looked in my eyes, I’m ready to die. And I
hope my mama really loves me, ’cause daddy’s bye-bye. Inner pride with
the Ripsta, let ’em hit ya with the scripture, picture
me loc’d out and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?).
Maje$ty:
Three sixty-five out of all the round trees, they’ll be Japanese,
Maje$ty’s corruptin’ record companies. Nigga, jump for cheese,
catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the
temperature back, slacks only in dress pants, have you ever
danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have. Hollywood niggas make
me laugh. Sell a dream to ’em. Cash, no royality,
grab they royal keys and dash. My overhead projects how ends meet to
foul or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my
control, last door on the totem pole, pockets swoll from tape residue,
last interview and went in daytime, it’s made a promise to
let down smooth criminals gently and (?) grab your earlobe and
billion, this is big business, buy tapes, don’t lend, niggas (?)
while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me? Got bigger balls to
chase waterfalls with Chili, explore on four wheels or foot, I
bring it to that ass over the hook so when you slip, gots it. I ride
up on it. I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I’m
Boneless, word sound ’til I’m foamin’. Cybergenics wanted my genes for
clonin’. Disownin’ heads like Romans fight rebel
Trojans. More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles and
promotions make me more potent. Deadly to the mind,
‘causin’ somethin’ to be blind, redefine lines entertwined with all
mankind. Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame, the
boogie down Bronx is where the heart still remain.
Bizzy:
I’m a let a nigga know, you know what I’m sayin’, just right off the
bat. I gives a fuck about no nigga. Don’t be no (corvie)-ass
nigga. I’m tryin’ to tell niggas that off the rip, off the rippa,
baby.
[I must
I’ll never be the same, breaking decency
Don’t be tree trunk, don’t fall on my living roots
I’ve been humming too many words, got a weak self esteem
That’s been stomped away from every single dream
But there’s something else that brought us feaze (best guess,means discontent)
Keep it all inside until we feel we can unleash
I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone
Should be glorified, now your wrong
Suck(11x), (your fucking money, get fucking movin, big fucking ape?)
Suck(10x), (you pig, you bitch)
You and me are here alone face flat along the edge of the glass
But I’m not here to preach, I’m just sick of (direction,the racial?)
My parents made me strong to lift up that glass
So why should I try, act like I’m a little pissed of
With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shelf
Because your fuck ass made it up, your fucking mind is gone
Shoud’ve never glorified, now your right
Suck(12x)
Suck(10x)
shut up you don’t know me, shut up you don’t know me
Squeal like a pig when you big fuckin, big fuckin, ape!!
Well I’ll tell you about my (ball scratch, false dad),
What’s coming back jack, Well (dirtbag, turnback)
Curse for in their words(for any words, four indian words)
Whether not your fucking with (hurt)
I’m making no sense, what’s coming as I jump in ya(jubilla, jugrilla)
I think I’m (something,stomping) naughty or most anybody
So thinking of me by now but you go grab it
And I can’t think for who I am this shit
I belong where they be, ’cause we can not give back those lives
We exist to cease understand
That god hates blacks shades and all the players
Mr. P.I.G could I fuckin see
Sure already done crushed my brothers dignity
And to the jury can’t be no turnerson my skin this color
Does that mean I’m burned
Cause your fuck ass made it up, your fuckin mind was gone
Should’ve never glorified, WRONG!!
Suck!(12x)
Suck!(10x)
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It’s been seven years down the road
I got no more tears in me left to flow
When I did my baby wrong
She left me lonely for so long
Now I’m out here all alone
Lord, won’t you please bring my baby home
CHORUS (X2)
Lord, won’t you please…bring my baby home
Lord won’t you please bring my baby home
It go one for the treble
Two for the bass
Used to mess with this girl
Way back in the day
She was from the PJ’s
And she went both ways
Yeah, the girl was a freak
I used to call her Monique
And before I even speak
About knockin’ the boots
I say her name been changed to avoid lawsuits
So now we gettin’ down to the nitty of the gritty
She brought her friend around
And damn she was pretty
Betty was twisted
She said her number was listed
They grabbed my love two fisted
Hugged it and kissed it
They say one in the hand
Is worth two in the bush
But when shove came to push
Yo, I had my own theories
World Series of love
It’s two on one
Till I got caught with the smokin’ gun
His wife came home
And she bursted in
Now I’m lookin’ for my heart
Like I’m made from tin
The road that I travel
Ain’t got yellow bricks
My old woman jinxed
That all men are pricks
And she flipped the script
She’s puttin’ lip to lip
And every time I think about it I just lose my grip
‘Cause I’ve been up
And I’ve been down
And I’ve been fast
And I’ve been slow
And I’ve been square
And I’ve been round
And I’ve been high
And I’ve been low
And I’ve been cool
And I’ve been calm
And I’ve been kind
And I’ve been crass
I held the whole world right in my palm
I tried to spread it around
But it sure went fast
CHORUS
Seven years sure have flown by
I got no more tears and they are left to cry
When I did my sugar bad
I lost the best thing I ever had
And now I’m out here on my own
Lord, won’t you please bring my baby home
CHORUS (X2)
Bring my baby home.. |
I met her at the 7-11 now I’m in the 7th
Heaveb tell me, tell me can this be true
I never thought I’d ever meet a girl like you
She was standing by the Space Invaders so I said
Can I see you later yeah we went for a little
Spin down to teh holiday inn
We was young and in love We was young and in love
And you’re the only girl I’m ever thinking of
We went down to the record swap the kids were
Dancing to the Blitzkrieg Bop Bop-shoo-wop
Shoo-wop shoo-wop Bop-shoo-wop shoo-wop shoo-wop
What ever happened to the radio and where did all
The fun sons go summer fun, with the Beach Boys on
But we all know what went wrong oh-wo-wo
We was young and in love We was young and in love
And you’re the only girl I’m ever dreaming of
And so we went down to the dance which turned
Into a whole romance and after just one night
I never knew things could be so right
Oh-no-no-no-no-no-no-no
I kissed and hugged her and I said good-bye
Last thing I knew she wouldn’t make it alive
Oncoming car went out of control it crushed
My baby and it crushed my soul now all I’ve
Got is sorrow and pain standing out here
In the rain the crash, shattering glass,
The sirens and pain is driving me insade oh-yeah
We was young and in love We was young and in love
And you’re the only girl I’m ever thinking of
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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The evolution of humankind
An opposing digit, the use of tools
Inventing the wheel, exploring space
Brain size still developing
Two men and a referee
Foam gloves and a silver cup
Devolution about to begin
Round one, ding, ding!
A perfect right to the other’s chin
No tools, wheels, or exploration
Brain size still developing
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind |
I bet you fall in bed too easily
With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave
And you sell yourself as a man to save
But all the money in the world is not enough
I bet you’ve long since passed understanding
What it takes to be satisfied
You’re like a vine that keeps climbing higher
But all the money in the world is not enough
And all the bridges blown away keep floating up
It’s cold
And rough
And I kept standing six-feet-one
Instead of five-feet-two
And I loved my life
And I hated you
(yeah)
It’s cold out there
And rough
And I kept standing six-feet-one
Instead of five-feet-two
And I loved my life
And I hated you
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Oh isn’t it horrible?
I can’t look
He fell on the ski-jump
And he’s not getting up
The car he was driving
Just blew a tire
Oh isn’t it horrible?
He’s all on fire
The race she was running
Was terribly tough
She collapsed with a hamstring
And they stretchered her off
And just when the speedboat
Was picking up speed
It smashed on a wave
And both drivers were dead
Dead!
Oh isn’t it horrible?
The hidden thought
That death and injury
Makes for popular sport
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Outside the pub
Smack you in the gob
Get four long years
In Wormwood Scrubs
Put me in a ring
Fit me with gloves
I get money and fame
For doing what I love
Smacking people in the gob
Smacking people in the gob |
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