[Bizzy Bone-Intro]
Yall aint ready foe this s***. Yall know what it is haha (Please believe it) Yeah you know what it is n****, f*** these n***** who do not believe, in
what tha f*** tha 7th sign will do. You m****f**kas. I need money, you m****f**kas. Put it on me m****f**ka. Put it on me. This how we play m****f**kas.
Comin to get you n***** (7th sign mastermind in full effect yeah. All you suckas can eat a d***. All you playa hatas, yall outta stop that s***, f*****
around and take yo b**** hahaha. 7th sign n****. DOA n****/ Capo Confucius, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious, Baby Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister
big Heather)
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)
Thats how we play...
[Bizzy Bone]
Gimmie an ounce for $350/ n**** need a quick divorce/ My n***** keep telling me what they keep sayin about B in the Source (Source)/ But I dont read
magazines (Zines...)/ n**** thats just irratation (Tations)/ Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education (Cation)/ Little do they neva
pow-pow-pow what/ Little do they neva pow- who-who?/ Little do they neva pow me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you/ (You)/ Aint no time to be trippin on
women/ Cause women will have you get caught up n shot/ Lil n***** them b****** is yours/ So clap on tha rubber or beat up tha c***/ Lil n***** yall so
h**** (h****)/ Only got yo car for broads (Broads)/ How could I be hatin/ When yall are tha fakest n***** I've eva saw (Saw)/ Yall rollin with snitches,
I dont know no snitches (Snitches)/ I roll with real n*****, till they fall off/ God pick em up foe they loose they britches (Ahaha)/ And I feel my
children love me/ Daddy gotsta do more betta (Betta)/ By the time we makin money (Money)/ And spending my time with em/ With em, with em, stuck up in
tha middle/ Play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday/ Dont be fickle mauhfukkas
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Would it be betta if we could just choose the future/ Blood mixed up call me fuchsia/ Thug picked up by the people/ No Ruthless, no medusa/ See I got
jacked in Beverly Hills/ Still I keeps it real/ Very selective, wanna just smoke n chill/ See Im a veteran/ All the grenade launchers, wont cost me much
(Much)/ Anyone could get extorts (Extorts)/ Yeah n**** you can be touched (Be touched)/ I did all my dirt in tha burbs (In the burbs)/ I was ridin
around/ With my sisters babies father/ Double barrel shot-gun say word/ Ready or not here come my words/ Steady or not, that s**** absurd/ Already got, me
all perturbed/ Cop on tha block, gettin on my nerves/ This is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin been falsified/ n***** dont let em lie to yall, Ima
tell tha truth on mine/ And I really want no more/ Catch yo a** security wires/ Open the door, these rappers is scared as hell/ What you frontin for?/ He
got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed/ Is this the way it is, Little Bizzy takes tha lead
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda/ Im betta with money/ Been runnin around, with a gun in his skully/ And one on my buddys now dippin tha swisha/
And then again hmm../ Nobodys tha best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone (Lone)/ Ima tell yall, all my secrets/ Son of a mistress, carry on
(On) outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways (Ways)/ Burn my collection of p***/ But I dont wont no straits (Straits)/ What about church
folks, stressin that I should change (Change)/ Live ya life, Ima live my life, without the lies and let me pray for change/ Now keep tha pimp cup/ I
dont wanna blow tha pimps up/ Cause my fathers, father was pimpin/ And he left all of his children checkin/ I dont have to respect it/ And you dont
have to respect it/ Gimmie my s***e, and Ima give you yours/ Its my profession n**** (n****)/ It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar (Uhh)/ Itll be
some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin ya column/ One foe tha money holla (Holla)/ Two for tha D-playas/ Its tha way we play n police n**** yall
can swallow
[Chorus]
Yall aint ready foe this s***. Yall know what it is haha (Please believe it) Yeah you know what it is n****, f*** these n***** who do not believe, in
what tha f*** tha 7th sign will do. You m****f**kas. I need money, you m****f**kas. Put it on me m****f**ka. Put it on me. This how we play m****f**kas.
Comin to get you n***** (7th sign mastermind in full effect yeah. All you suckas can eat a d***. All you playa hatas, yall outta stop that s***, f*****
around and take yo b**** hahaha. 7th sign n****. DOA n****/ Capo Confucius, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious, Baby Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister
big Heather)
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]
This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)
Thats how we play...
[Bizzy Bone]
Gimmie an ounce for $350/ n**** need a quick divorce/ My n***** keep telling me what they keep sayin about B in the Source (Source)/ But I dont read
magazines (Zines...)/ n**** thats just irratation (Tations)/ Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education (Cation)/ Little do they neva
pow-pow-pow what/ Little do they neva pow- who-who?/ Little do they neva pow me-me/ Get these and tell about you-you/ (You)/ Aint no time to be trippin on
women/ Cause women will have you get caught up n shot/ Lil n***** them b****** is yours/ So clap on tha rubber or beat up tha c***/ Lil n***** yall so
h**** (h****)/ Only got yo car for broads (Broads)/ How could I be hatin/ When yall are tha fakest n***** I've eva saw (Saw)/ Yall rollin with snitches,
I dont know no snitches (Snitches)/ I roll with real n*****, till they fall off/ God pick em up foe they loose they britches (Ahaha)/ And I feel my
children love me/ Daddy gotsta do more betta (Betta)/ By the time we makin money (Money)/ And spending my time with em/ With em, with em, stuck up in
tha middle/ Play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday/ Dont be fickle mauhfukkas
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Would it be betta if we could just choose the future/ Blood mixed up call me fuchsia/ Thug picked up by the people/ No Ruthless, no medusa/ See I got
jacked in Beverly Hills/ Still I keeps it real/ Very selective, wanna just smoke n chill/ See Im a veteran/ All the grenade launchers, wont cost me much
(Much)/ Anyone could get extorts (Extorts)/ Yeah n**** you can be touched (Be touched)/ I did all my dirt in tha burbs (In the burbs)/ I was ridin
around/ With my sisters babies father/ Double barrel shot-gun say word/ Ready or not here come my words/ Steady or not, that s**** absurd/ Already got, me
all perturbed/ Cop on tha block, gettin on my nerves/ This is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin been falsified/ n***** dont let em lie to yall, Ima
tell tha truth on mine/ And I really want no more/ Catch yo a** security wires/ Open the door, these rappers is scared as hell/ What you frontin for?/ He
got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed/ Is this the way it is, Little Bizzy takes tha lead
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
Whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda/ Im betta with money/ Been runnin around, with a gun in his skully/ And one on my buddys now dippin tha swisha/
And then again hmm../ Nobodys tha best, and ya betta believe it, then leave it alone (Lone)/ Ima tell yall, all my secrets/ Son of a mistress, carry on
(On) outta tha foster home, been raised outta my freaky ways (Ways)/ Burn my collection of p***/ But I dont wont no straits (Straits)/ What about church
folks, stressin that I should change (Change)/ Live ya life, Ima live my life, without the lies and let me pray for change/ Now keep tha pimp cup/ I
dont wanna blow tha pimps up/ Cause my fathers, father was pimpin/ And he left all of his children checkin/ I dont have to respect it/ And you dont
have to respect it/ Gimmie my s***e, and Ima give you yours/ Its my profession n**** (n****)/ It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar (Uhh)/ Itll be
some drama in tha parkin lot/ 7th sign poppin ya column/ One foe tha money holla (Holla)/ Two for tha D-playas/ Its tha way we play n police n**** yall
can swallow
[Chorus]