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bizzy:
yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the c-o. man, fuck yall niggas.
yeah, im (tatted) so when i die, you can see whats deep in my eye [my eye].
maje$ty:
7 sign...
bizzy:
i put who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
look who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, pop you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
nigga, this mo thug and we can get fucked-up even if im under surveillance, i watch out, wanna win, and fuck em up daily, throwin up 7, what am i yellin? murderer. nigga, once you come must be like crazy if you [muthafucka, dont play me] play me. nigga, not today. i see you but you cant see me. i know with all of government and, yes, this will get crazy and blow [bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb].

maje$ty:
got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn, blastin out your stereos or your headphones. the roots exploited clones; therefore, its my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit. artistic skin abrasion, so when em fadin my worldly reflections, its magnified to new levels of elevation.

bizzy:
seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh sign, c-o.
yeah, now yall know, yeah.
yeah, im (tatted) so when i die, you can see whats deep in my eye [my eyes, my eyes].
now, look who got you, then, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
look who got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].

bizzy:
the rip here to run in the street, and flippin on police, yeah they know me, im not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears, and at least i had my homie and a nigga, k, homie. all bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it. and you knew it, too, when, when you looked in my eyes, im ready to die. and i hope my mama really loves me, cause daddys bye-bye. inner pride with the ripsta, let em hit ya with the scripture, picture me locd out and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?).

maje$ty:
three sixty-five out of all the round trees, theyll be japanese, maje$tys corruptin record companies. nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back, slacks only in dress pants, have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? i have. hollywood niggas make me laugh. sell a dream to em. cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash. my overhead projects how ends meet to get fouled or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole, pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview at wendys, dave thomas made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently if im fittin to grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes, dont lend, niggas lent (?) while i scrap change for phillies, why grill me? got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with chili, explore on four wheels or foot, i bring it to that ass over the hook so when you slip, gossip. i ride up on it. i had to maintain my mental frame, and
now im boneless, word sound til im foamin. cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin. disownin heads like romans fight rubber trojans. more than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles and promotions make me more potent. deadly to the mind, causin somethin to be blind, redefine lines entertwined with all mankind. would that rain outshine divine maje$ty shame, the boogie down bronx is where the heart still remain.

bizzy:
im a let a nigga know, you know what im sayin, just right off the bat. i gives a fuck about no nigga. dont be no (corvie)-ass nigga. im tryin to tell niggas that off the rip, off the rippa, baby.
[i must be losin my mind...] i must be.

wheres the mob? find your specialty, lets give this nigga a job. is you ready for jail? yes and no, but somebodys gonna try to rob. we can spar, but you gon drop [drop], im a bomb, ready for war, will i p-pop pop, better look out for miles, been doomed since the womb. will he put me in my tomb? ive been thuggin so assume when i enter your room, boom. stomped through compton and cities yall aint never heard of, and listen, i bet theres thousand people screamin out "murder, murderin ya." hypnotized, took off my shirt, i got a (?). im tatted so when i die you can see whats deep my eyes. trues ride but trues die, my nigga, dont cry, i shedded my last tear when i found out love was a lie. so i try, but it aint nothin for my mental. so piss off my pencil, and i blast, dash in a rental. one nigga got (?) and off he in a trap with sawed-off they took a chance and lost, lets spray ak and make gangsta gone, dont finish the wars when they aint over, i love you thugs, but all them skelet
ons got so close and they got so (?) if it aint (?), this family that dont give a fuck who you are. it aint nothin like some trouble. how close? how far [how far, how far]?



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bone thugs-n-harmony en ok okunan 10 arks

1. flow motion
2. blaze it
3. me killa
4. mr ouija
5. mo murda
6. show em
7. mr quija
8. mo thug
9. sign bizzy bone
10. its all real


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