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SINGER: Bizzy Bone
SONG:Thug Cry
Nigga we represent the planet get schizophrenic n panic mabe the past would understand if they get off their ass and mash. how do you manage? paranoid don't eventrust my boys watch for them plot and deploys envoys scopin like a dope fiend but i'm smokin in the alleyz with these ghetto guns and erase my fund waats niggas in cali take bullets to the brain still rowdy jesus really died, you crucify mutual suicide who am i? local with vocals goinh coast to coast heaven'll move me right fo sho deception wheather my brethren but sunny days when they parley get killed when they get tah steppin 'member the weapon's close and the doctor said i need time to myself in the ocean those frivolous thoughts but i'm brought up full of this independence caught up server relentless evil intentions nobody knows em even the henchmen warrior, poet never to mention i love my lady rebel we can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on, we can get this stroke on We keepin the lights on at ruthless and i ain't fuckin the boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes on but my dick'll go soft! never mix business with your sickness enemy see me flipin in the picnic with your little divided conquer but my sister was ready to bomb her! get off the dizznik, and up off my boyz give us achoice how could you ever tell sony that i was the only one makin noise ain't a breech of trust look in the gutter, unh, never judge ya book by its cover, word to tha mothafuka i.....i din't stutter but what if i lost it and came in the office and nobody lost it and came in the office and nobody lost it and came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of versace clothes give up the ghost krazie's picasso, lil' layzie like ceasar, stacks like lil' pesci n casino and wish don't give a fuck! o i'm gambino -n- the walkin dead woke up on the wrong side of the bed bible of survival tripple six rival tripple six rival member you said i read but i roll with the killas, niggas that 'll bust you in club you don't feel us strapped in the bed, strapped pickin' up the kids in the realist, the realist, the realest, the realest. It'll make your body shake when its too late soon as you flipped of the safety baby this we all day don't tell me you crazy, will they sell me? hell naw! for the reason this weepin widow be the deamon so cheap and at least she peepin go peep deep dead in you pockets no sleep rollin with my crucifix lucifer usually uses the rule of these wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games and the fool of this bitches mist i say shame, shame, shame. enemies attackin me actually i'm in the grain ask mr. majesty these casualties well their passing me by but i hear death callin when its so cold in the room who's stallin better come after me, we say fuck y'all all in the battle we, we battle, we battle we.
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