[Intro: Bizzy Bone]

Rock and roll. Naw, this that flip flop flow, fuck them boys. Man, if you niggas gon' do somethin man (Hit that shit right there nigga) let's do some shit nigga. We can turn this mothafucka into Dodge City mothafucka. Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?



[Bizzy Bone:]

Someone caught stressin (?) and he started framing out of his (?)

Haven't you heard? Runnin in 90s on one hundred and twenty third

T-Rock done got shot, and I got, to find a murderer with a double edge pump, a church killer don't worship and when the cops got bored

Fillin for baby boy showin up for the unsolved, deployed

Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel, she was so small

Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Doti

Havin a ball...but I'm still rollin through the shore

Pray for redemption

Runaway slaves, you house nigga

Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, and grab your crouch nigga

I don't give a fuck (Nigga what you niggas wanna get fucked up?) nigga

We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)

Ante up and bust my gun

Thuggin and bum rush the punks

Runnin a muck from dusk to dawn

Money for blood, stop, till they pump

But it walkin off, slow

It show us I got nuts

Come to the light, then to the darkness

Glance at BB, baby

I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck



[Bizzy Bone:]

Ha, motherfucker. Nigga, these hoe ass niggas don't wanna see me nigga. In the motherfuckin cross section bitch. I'll bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucka. You hoes just don't know, do you boy? I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you



[Bizzy Bone:]

Literally possessed, I got veins poppin out my neck

With original thugs and a Lexus checklist

Got em all breathless

Than I suggest you'd ask magic

For The Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me

When the cops search the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed

Hit em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy

You see, I'm sorta like Dorothy, but I'm a soldier, the wickedest witch in the west can't have me

Fuck the shoe, look barefoot, roll over Todo, there put

Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go quiet as a mouse

Never did lie, ready and green

Never so loud, quiet indeed

Remember the man be attend by the Ouijia

Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king

Gotta take chances

What?!? I'm back in Kansas

It was all a dream

Now I clack back my heels and the d-low, he-he-he seein things (Seein things)



[Bizzy Bone:]

Bitch (I keep on seeing things). And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker. Hell yea. Fuck all these demons. Can't none of you hoes stop me.



[Bizzy Bone:]

Little Confucius, for the music

Wally, which get rich for the trial and now

Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger

But my niggas in the middle ballin and we wont stop

The foul sinnin the killin now

And then nobody gets in the middle together

And they tell the nigga it good to be back

From prison but don't nobody feel him but them niggas around the globe

And the mission was money was gold

Everyone nutty when money because he was out of the gully

With nothin but ugly souls better make us and touch

No one will touch me one wait till they ruff enough

Got him at last but I just corrupt

I dont even erupt

Creep on ah come up, what up

Trapped in a rapture the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin

Snatch you we havin a blast you tatterd like cattle

And medalion diamonds in the gallo

Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows

Out of the battlefield...



[Bizzy Bone:]

I bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucka! (It was all a...) Fuck all these demons. (It was all a...) I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker. Fuck all these demons. (It was all a...dream...dream....) And I spoke my mind, hell yea. And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfuckas.