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Yeah, Real Talk Entertainment Bizzy the kid, young glory fiend Star rocker, you know what it is baby [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Back in the days, hey What more can I say, you waked In the thang with a double-barrel sawed-off shotgun 'Fore ya know it, I'm a bust that thang Smells so good, it overwhelms that stank SongtexteHow could I hate you, when I say thanks? I pull away, I roll like tape Solely approaching, destroy them snakes Thoughts in the sand and the grain of the mind Like the ring that's around that Saturn line Still in my prime, never gon' leave Not without Eve and a baby on my sleeve Boom-boom, leave Put it on Steve Holla at g's, please be cordial Enjoy yo drank, enjoy yo food Say what you more-so, murder that torso I put a quarter on my brothers and flowers and trees Enemies good, baby boy breathe Think to save ya For the light, yes I believe Before I leave, take this money in peace Abraham style, watch that beast Judas is forgiven, re-livin, now keep it in preach In this world, you must have you some breast, balls And have you a couple of brawls, yeah You know what we gon' do Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day Hit 'em with the rhythm like we did it, like back in the day-day-day [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] I'm the go-to boy for the realistic hip-hop Motherfuckas know little Lay don't flip-flop That's why I came back to the tip-top Everybody else, these niggas gon' drip-drop Get popped, shit stop, grandpa gets his tick-tocked Grandfather clock, and y'all just a wrist-watch Layzie Bone gon'... Murda, mo' murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, for his spot Like Eightball & MJG, I'm a lic shots, lic shots Screamin out "fuck tha police", better tell 'em come get me Tell 'em this shit hot, nigga this shit hot I'm a microphone fiend for the green leaves Like Rhakim and Eric B Have ya "mind playin tricks", like the Geto Boys Damn right, y'all better be scared of me Nobody can rap, quite like I can Take a Muslim by a man and put his face in the sand I'm the last mafioso on the MC copper Make you say "Yo Layzie, don't pull the glock! " From the coupe to the watch, y'all don't see me I went to commercial, break to pay these bills Y'all thought I wasn't keepin it real Like you PMD, you gots to chill Feel where I'm comin from Beat to a different drum Everybody askin "Where the hell they get their rhythm from? " I'm a tell you, go and get'chu some Or get greeted with the hollow-point dum-dums Dumb-dumb, come one, come all Now can you feeel meee? The best there is, the best there was And the best there wiiilll beee [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] Introducing the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta Baby we whistle my melody softly, hah Lifted up, and I'm feelin lofty Me Crispy Creme, with no caffeine So you can keep your coffee I likes my sticky-icky crystal clear with some chocolate toffee, c'mon! I put the "Money in a Zip-Lock Bag" Tell the lady look over the contract Gotta go, gotta mash Get with me, and that's that Another show, finna get more cash I'm finna roll out fast A wheel spinnin in the beginning The women gettin in an elite, the fleet The shit, I'm drift, can't see 'em, get 'em Move me down, they wanna slow me down They can't show me down, now slow down Whoa now, whoa now In the shade, low down, go up What'chu think that I'm a tell you go down, grow up Enemies come and get grown down, thrown down, torn down, thrown down Take that bitch, get another one, pronto It's just that man in us And ain't know which to find Now who the leader with a nine millimeter And a dime and a grand to touch Now Christ, who's everything around me Heey, that's who found me Give me a pound b, that purple haze I'm on an air plane, air line ticket, and I'm still a little dazed Rat race, no snitch, no games, no lames, no shame, no fame, still thug Love me or just hate us, don't frame us, and that's what's up [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Layzie Layzie whoa Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Whoa, Crystal comin up outta that door Foe, ready for war Ready to buck that, smoke 'em like 'dro Aus Songtexte Mania