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Bizzy Bone F/ H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious Miscellaneous Waitin' For Warfare [Bizzy] There is no way in hell (marching factions...) That the blind can lead the blind (...regime takin' over my body...) Unless somebody play the dog (...intertwined into my soul) Split personality, -ality, -ality Split personality, -ality, -ality I'm in reality (foward march) 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 [Capo] 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 six 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 (?) caught slippin', steppin' in deep shit, (?) Ignorance lost (?) The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless In it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartriges Off on enemy targets (bitch) Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition So mission accomplished [Bizzy] We're movin' in heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, watch out! Waitin' for warfare Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare My army, marchin' factions Regime takin' over my body it seems Regime, regime 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 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 Regime takin' over my body it seems Waitin' for warfare 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 [Capo] 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 Unmask the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga (?) killas [Bizzy] Gotta get you more money, come on my little 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 strategize 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 In the silence will kill ya, it's the quiet ones who might peel ya On the realer, on my lonely and I see that you're phoney, nobdy Phone me and surely I'm out the door and don't you come for me It's still fuck _____ for sure, let it go I know and boy I will enjoy a little 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. |
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