作曲 : Bizzy Bone
******s stay hashed out, hashed out. mash on these ******s il we passed out, passed out. laugh at these ******s ause we assed out, lets bow. these ******s smacked me in the fast lane, last thang
Eed is enemies, is that fame? well, that ******t is lame, oh no. original bang bang, gotta maintain the main thang, baby. lately, always runnin?from ladies, ause no one thinkin?out my baby.
Maybe il be lonely left, ause yll gone crazy. got everybody out here wonderin?if i broke, i don play that. and we pray, and we pray, let everybody say that, and you can do what the fu
U wanna do. not like way back, hey, got mail from the payback, it evil all around. now, here we are, praise god, don hold us down, praise god, don hold us down, praise god, don hold us d
If you got to get your clown on witha top down, when ya hear the cop sound, i gotta go punch m, calm down. and when youe in the club drunk, and you think you see a punk, he just might have
Mp in the t
Runk, and ready to ****** you up(up). you ******s can get near me by not carryin?the load(load), as soon as you get babies, she can wait to say, hello. these ******s think they panthers, keep mo
Go get some pampers, any questions, get on your knees and get the answer. evidently everyday.
Who the only ****** you know? who the only ****** you know, that thuggish
Ruggish? ooh, ain ******t changed.
I still do the ditches with my song, still ******?with the lights on. sit up, and real enough to look at the kids, and tell m, momma ain with us, us, us, us ...
It won be easy, believe this. we were birth inside the fetus, ghetto mamas still caught up in ghetto drama, think of columbine, pop pop, what if it happened to mine? will i get paid and keep q
Or say, ****** that! and start a riot? ******s lyin?to me, demons keep flyin?to me, chuckin?many in the street, pimpin?me, fakin? lets make history. my people keep the flame in me, help me make th
Ney, on my family, i can feel it, even if i died, burn me. they can kill it if they wanted to, my spirits keep on hauntin?you. can wait ause i the realest, i come with the wickedness, an
Liage the villiage. stick with runaways, ****** these house ******s, and grab your crouch, ******, you slouch, rat, mouse, ******s bounce, ******s bounce, ******s bounce!
Who the only ****** you know? who the only ****** you know, that thuggish
Ruggish? ooh, ain ******t changed.
I still do the ditches with my song, still ******?with the lights on. sit up, and real enough to look at the kids, and tell m, momma ain with us, us, us, us ...
And my daddy, daddy, daddy on the chain gang, tell m out the gunline,
Boss, the same thing. and i hope they took a good picture, somebody out to get ya. lay me down, ******t gonna happen right up witha. ie seen murder on the news, burnin? smellin?up the room.
The bang won let me sleep, i put in me latch, latched with a broom. stredegize like, ahh, and it will materialize. fantisize like, ahh, and never materialize. what am i, the dead weight? itl
Kay. i hopin?that choo choo ride out the real chance, real here. so, all my people with aids, we can sit down and play some spades, i ain afraid to, to die, smoked with eazy everyday.
Who the only ****** you know? who the only ****** you know, that thuggish
Ruggish? ooh, ain ******t changed.
I still do the ditches with my song, still ******?with the lights on. sit up, and real enough to look at the kiss, and tell m, mama ain with us, us, us, us ...