Bizzy
(SShhh)There is no way in hell (Marching factions) that the blind can lead the blind
(Regime takin’ over my body) unless somebody plays the dog (intertwined into my soul)
Split personality, -ality, -ality/ I’m in reality…(Foward march)
-Refrain-
Waitin’ for warfare/ Waitin’ for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
My army, marchin’ factions, regime takin’ over my body it seems/ Regime, regime
(Forward march)
Bizzy
Hear the eruption when I’m pumpin and bustin’, gotta give a concussion/ Lovin’ the lust
And plus to touch me, rush me, too much, you must be out of your mind/ Trust me, I’m the nigga dumpin’
Tell ’em lovely/ All the way from the Clair to the PO and down ’71
We on to the C.O. and fuckin’ with the B-O-N-E hit the floor and go/ And again we hit the door
H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious
Ammo explode/ Rappin’ in platinum/ Capo ballin’ out of control/ Provoked emotions; Devotion
Capture bankroll; Behold the unknown treasure, cherish your soul, precious as solid gold
Roses thrown over decomposed bodies/ Froze; Expose who chose to impose sleep/ Deceased
Buried 6 feet deep, beneath hollow stone; Tragedy, prolong memories/ Harmony
Sing another sad song/ Unsolved mysteries involve society/ Only strong minds survive
Holocaust victims soft in our life die off/ The broad caught slippin’
Steppin’ in deep shit Broke all them off ignorance lost/ Runnin’ because the pussy wish he had some balls
to brawl with us heartless in it till you havin’
a tendency to empty cartriges off on enemy targets (bitch) {Gun Cock} Regardless of felony charges
Still spittin’ ammunition/ So, mission accomplished
Bizzy
We’re movin’ in heaven’z movie, my lil’ nigga, watch out!
-Refrain-
Bizzy
Well I’m a soldier; Fuck the TV/ See me when they bring back 3D/ Even on Eazy bookin’ on me
Lookin’ at Ruthless now she’s so sleazy (Gimme some cheese!) And I see that you’re scheming on
the comedians now, but leave me, bitch/ You better believe can’t nobody save you
When I move my music underground and don’t deceive me, please, get up off your knees/ I’m all about business
Ask Animal; I ain’t your victim and a witness to the sickness written/ Did I piss you off?
On a mission in the midst of the demons/ Bankin’ off my voice and makin’ my choices/ She don’t even know me
And I’m kickin’ and screamin’ tryin’ to get out my dreams, at least to keep me breathin’
Even poisoned the noise/ Got me coverin’ my ears and save my tears for years, just for the joy
But I’m tellin’ you boy, not here/ I gotta get my paper/ Will the rapist pull my plug
And fuck the thug? Hell yeah, nigga; No love/ I thought you knew/ And nigga, don’t shove cause I’m like “Nigga what?”
I’ll fuck you up/ You know the rules
I can smell your wicked rigormortis a mile from the morgue. The scorn in your soul may tell you to
humiliate your enemies. Have you not read the Art of War? Absent-minded to the enduring.
Pouring your cup of damnation in the midst of my world. You gotta be out of your monkey-ass
mind. No more will the look of Medusa seduce the predecessors and entrepreneurs.
(Regime takin’ over my body it seems…Regime…(Forward march))
H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious
Retaliation/ I can taste temptation/ Itchin’, instigatin’ allegations
Undertakin’ sacred assassinations; Dead presidents, weapons, and nations/ Independence foresaken/
Revelations in the making bitch-made niggas breakin’/ Separate by segregation
Hatred they motivation/ No relation in this congregation/ Load weapons (B, pass me a clip!)
Trigger detonations/ Bullet penetrate, men break/ Strain, pain and frustration
Abstain/ Chain-reaction tribulations/ Safe to say you can’t escape
disaster when messin’ with a master{laughs} Unmask the Ripsta’s lil’ riddler
Nigga, we got more killas
Bizzy
Gotta get you more money/ Come on my lil’ brother and I brung him; Thug on/ I got him fuckin’
with the revolution all on the retribution and execution/ Shootin’! Let ’em do ’em
Get gone, done, made a bomb bond/ None of y’all pinned my strategies/ I heard Bizzy’s fried
I heard Bizzy died, but the word from Bryon “Surprise, I’m still alive with a militant mind”
Gotta hit it/ Will die in a minute, did he feel it? Well then get it/ Rewind, you just trippin’ on a nigga
tryin’ to shine/ But I’m a get mine and I ain’t lyin’/ Nigga, everytime I sign the dotted line
it’s for the riot/ Nigga, what you want to do? And I ain’t dyin’ without you
And the silence will kill you/ It’s the quiet ones who might peel ypu
On the realer/ On my lonely and I see that you’re phoney, nobody/ Phone me and surely
I’m out the door and don’t you come for me/ It’s still fuck Gary for sure/ Let it go, I know
And boy, I will enjoy a lil’ toe to toe/ But no, you’d probably involve the po-po
And tell them that you went to jail with Bizzy Bone/ It’s on in the C.O.
-Refrain-
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