Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - Social Studios lyrics

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I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me

quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys

don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your

lost

S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died all

alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with

ammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is

plotted out

And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and

I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put

it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read

b

E baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to the

parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn

manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance

it I got

Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me

breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin

and I ain't dreamin.



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I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of

justice blame it on bone thug music and abusive fo fathers

don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce

juvy back

Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it

adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward

americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid

for

Mr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at

15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the

murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him go

heard

Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini

nina ross in the crossroads die off little demon off those and

assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyz

is kil

Hat'll split you wig and of course they should die as if they

were muthaf**kin big you dig.



[chorus]



I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally

unfoil little mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay

attention boy member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you

soon wi

E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the

signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin

me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho

movin

Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the

youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of

my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in

God b

M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with

my crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off dawg

lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's

muthaf**k

G can you dig...........



[chorus]



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Language: English

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