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    BIZZY BONE

    Thugs Revenge 2006 ©

    Get Ya, Get Ya

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Roll that blunt (yeah)
    Give me another toke homie
    We ridin, pimp


    Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David
    And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
    So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
    Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha


    Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
    I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
    I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
    or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
    Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
    Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
    Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
    Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come
    Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
    Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
    Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
    Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love




    Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
    I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
    Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
    better get rid of whatever you need
    You better go get it remember to plant that seed
    While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
    Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it
    I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
    Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
    Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
    Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
    Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
    Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
    Runnin from the spiritual po-po
    Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either
    So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
    We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls




    I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
    We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
    Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
    Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
    Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
    Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
    Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
    The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
    Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
    It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
    Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
    It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
    Don't burn...

    2006 ©


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