[Intro: Bizzy Bone]

To the Lords visionares. Dyin in the struggle (Yea). Rest In Peace, that's my A-K-A nigga. Yall don't feel me.



[Bizzy Bone:]

See, I was born in the womb, beatin' down my Moms' walls

Now, in the 90's you can find em makin' a chronic call

Definitely I needed a blunt, come fill it up with some bud

East Double 99 for life, ain't no of yall fuckin' with us (I know) There I was with the 'Thug, bustin' with the broke-assed gun

Tryna bluff my way

Hey, I pistol whippin' shit

I'm still number one

Runnin' the click and fuckin' wit a pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb

Buckin wit a 50

50 chance

Bizzy off in your city, ready to dance with these itchy ass hands

Hey, it's Bizzy on the offramp just 'cause he's thuggin'

Shit, this music got me soft, tramp

Even my cousins' buckin'

But I don't give a fuck, I'm pumpin' onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile

I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce

I keep my gun and make the money, that's for my baby, son

What a creation in my life; I think he's a thug

And there I was, fuckin with the Thugsta Lay, with Flesh workin' feedin' the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A... better believe indeed

I got somethin' up under my sleeve

Connected to the G's... when it gets thoughtless, let's grow some trees

It's deja'vu whenever I'm with you

I could smoke on forever; Ain't it true that I do? I can feel it inside, I can't explain how I feel

Remember when my nieghbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal

Learn to fight off my back, on my own did I struggle

In Tha Land on my hustle tryin' to piece on out the puzzle

Nobody knows when we'll die, it still maintain through the rough

I be the first to give my life (My life...) BB da thug