Rasu-(Bizzy Bone)-Intro-
Yeah, yeah. What's up Gambi? (What's up, lil' n****?) This that n**** that I was tellin' you about, man (Who, this n**** here?) Yeah. (Bring this n**** to the meeting tonight) It's on. (We are gathered here today among soldiers, spiritual guiders, security enforcers, vocalists. Yeah...)
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
(We are...) Different personalities, soldiers at ease, at ease (I don't really want to but I'm gonna be ready for the endin')
-Bizzy Bone-
So it's on, you think you're 7th Sign material homeboy? Hell yeah. It's on. Hey, hey! Hey, hey!
If you want to call me, a n**** been nice, ice me up/ The original hot boys, you're never gonna be like us (7th Sign) Hear the cop noise/ Runnin' from the drug bust/ Thuggish Ruggish, dope under the dumb b**** your momma wanna creep, give her a piece of this young d***/ She always want to get it, but you was always around/ You ready to come, b****? It's on right now/ Got sick to my stomach, I know she in a coffin in the parkin lot/ I never covered another n****'s mother/ But s***, I'm a man; I give a f*** about a f*****/ With or without you n****, pick my gun up/ Shut up, dumpin' all over your body/ The bullets was jumpin' I'm pumped as f*** here to surprise, (?) right now/ Ain't nobody gettin' in the way, shoot everyone around me in the club and the crowd, double the crowd/ Got these big n***** (b****) I'm holdin' 'em down, hoodie down, with the gangsta glare/ We still St. Clair, n*****, up against the killas/ Turn up the music loud/ Big business, a n**** make money/ Enough motivation, retaliation; Off to the ghetto/ My n***** is on another level/ Come young generation...
-Chorus-
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Biography of a thugged out n**** too legit to quit/ Been hectic since day one, was wanted as a juvenile for felonious felonys, hunted by police/ Captain in the battlefield runnin' the streets nutty/ Who want some beef? Ain't no p****'s here/ Hop off my extremely large d***, you know what it is/ Confucius simply ridiculous, have these top notch hoes, panties soakin' wet/ h****, askin' me if I want a b******/ Erotic, flip, psychotic sometimes/ Always on the grind, mashin' by ride/ Mafia regime clique tight/ Join in, act up, won't come out alive/ Take precaution, Gambini Mob Boss/ Don't cross some sodomized b**** n*****, let that be a lesson to anybody think about testin' Numbero Seven/ Long live the faction/ Homie, what's set you claim? And this games very dangerous, question, is he really ready?
Yeah, yeah. What's up Gambi? (What's up, lil' n****?) This that n**** that I was tellin' you about, man (Who, this n**** here?) Yeah. (Bring this n**** to the meeting tonight) It's on. (We are gathered here today among soldiers, spiritual guiders, security enforcers, vocalists. Yeah...)
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
(We are...) Different personalities, soldiers at ease, at ease (I don't really want to but I'm gonna be ready for the endin')
-Bizzy Bone-
So it's on, you think you're 7th Sign material homeboy? Hell yeah. It's on. Hey, hey! Hey, hey!
If you want to call me, a n**** been nice, ice me up/ The original hot boys, you're never gonna be like us (7th Sign) Hear the cop noise/ Runnin' from the drug bust/ Thuggish Ruggish, dope under the dumb b**** your momma wanna creep, give her a piece of this young d***/ She always want to get it, but you was always around/ You ready to come, b****? It's on right now/ Got sick to my stomach, I know she in a coffin in the parkin lot/ I never covered another n****'s mother/ But s***, I'm a man; I give a f*** about a f*****/ With or without you n****, pick my gun up/ Shut up, dumpin' all over your body/ The bullets was jumpin' I'm pumped as f*** here to surprise, (?) right now/ Ain't nobody gettin' in the way, shoot everyone around me in the club and the crowd, double the crowd/ Got these big n***** (b****) I'm holdin' 'em down, hoodie down, with the gangsta glare/ We still St. Clair, n*****, up against the killas/ Turn up the music loud/ Big business, a n**** make money/ Enough motivation, retaliation; Off to the ghetto/ My n***** is on another level/ Come young generation...
-Chorus-
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Biography of a thugged out n**** too legit to quit/ Been hectic since day one, was wanted as a juvenile for felonious felonys, hunted by police/ Captain in the battlefield runnin' the streets nutty/ Who want some beef? Ain't no p****'s here/ Hop off my extremely large d***, you know what it is/ Confucius simply ridiculous, have these top notch hoes, panties soakin' wet/ h****, askin' me if I want a b******/ Erotic, flip, psychotic sometimes/ Always on the grind, mashin' by ride/ Mafia regime clique tight/ Join in, act up, won't come out alive/ Take precaution, Gambini Mob Boss/ Don't cross some sodomized b**** n*****, let that be a lesson to anybody think about testin' Numbero Seven/ Long live the faction/ Homie, what's set you claim? And this games very dangerous, question, is he really ready?