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    BIZZY BONE

    The Gift 2001 ©

    Time Passing Us By

    As time keep passin' us by in my community
    Wathcin' the children die
    Bitch made police, and the brutality
    Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
    And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed


    Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become
    Daddy don't love me, only come around the first of the month
    Me and mommy still in the slump
    Why don't he love us?
    I can't even blame him
    Cause ever since I came
    We been stuck in the same ghetto
    Now i'm carryin' heavy metal when times is tough
    I don't know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough
    Abandand buildings police searchin' all the children
    Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where i'm livin'
    Kneeling to God cause Satan never gave us a chance
    Evil never had no rythm, man, the Devils can't dance
    Got three pairs of pants
    But I keep em all creased
    Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same grease
    Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle
    Yeah, scufflin' money just try to stay out of trouble
    Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama!
    And if it's gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs!


    As time keep passin' us by in my community
    Wathcin' the children die
    Bitchmade police, and the brutality
    Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
    And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed


    Why is the broad on my back like that?
    Don't ask me, i'm for passion, i'm smashin' on niggas, come blast me!
    All my people tellin' me I should sing more
    Yes!
    Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club
    Free Flesh!
    Creepin' on a come up, i'm from Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio
    Don't hate myself for science, and the ??
    Yet all these niggas gangbang
    Somebody should tell em the truth
    I'll sell em somethin' that'll get they heart to pumpin',
    and help the youth!
    Hangin' in the graveyard, everybody's playin' hard
    Satan's on a mission to get us
    I hope that nobody with us, and given us slave ways
    Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day
    One hundred and ninety thousand I guess platinum don't pay
    Can I please get some mo' money?
    Somebody could buy my way cause shit the rent's due
    Glad I got ghetto credit
    Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you


    As time keep passin' us by in my community
    Wathcin' the children die
    Bitch made police, and the brutality
    Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
    And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed


    Babies born with AIDS
    and we pray for them boys they hoarding the vaccine
    Black helicopter rain on em, I'm gainin' on em
    Maintain the main thang on em, shame on em
    But another victim died of vain for em, slain
    Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane
    And the only thing that survived was the black box
    They frame the black cops
    Slang crack rock
    Wannabe Hot Boyz, so he gon' make the block hot, block hot
    They wanna see me sasquash
    Pull out my glock, cocked, and pop pop!
    Go to jail don't nobody send you mail
    Hell, i'm ridin' til these wheels fall off
    Or they can take it to the chop shop
    Shut up, i'm shinnin' on you bustas!
    What!?
    Ready to hustle get your struggle on, no!
    When you wanna double up, you keep fuckin' up!
    Your mind's gone, time's gone, everybody's runnin' amuck
    They say that lesbians is sick
    But they just do wanna fuck


    As time keep passin' us by in my community
    Wathcin' the children die
    Bitch made police, and the brutality
    Prozac and Ritalin, that aint what we need
    And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed

    2001 ©


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