6.Waitin' For Warfare
Bizzy bone feat capo：heaven'z movie
Bizzy：
personalit
Lity, -ality. split personality, -ality, -ality. i'm in reality.
warfare, warfare, warfare. my army, marchin' factions, regime
takin' ov
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', te
M 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 those who chose to impose
sleep. dec
, 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
Die off. the broke caught slippin', steppin' in deep shit, broke
busta off ignorance lost. runnin' because the pussy wish he had
some balls to brawl with me us heartless hennessy havin' a tende
O empy cartriges off on enemy targets .regardless of felony
charges still spittin' ammunition, til 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. re
Regime.
Bizzy：
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
come
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 a
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'
Creamin' 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 told ya boy,
not today
Otta get my paper.and 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 th
Es. regime takin' over my bod
Y 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
. 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!
Gger 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
ri
S little riddler, nigga gon' be 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,
do
De 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
Ute, 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
You want to do and i ain't dyin' without you in the silence will
kill ya, it's the quiet ones who that might peel ya. on the
realer, on the 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.and it's
still fuck paul mccartney for sure, let it go. i know and boy i
will enjoy a little toe to toe, but no, you'd probably involve
the
And tell them that you went to jail with bizzy bone. it's on in
the c.o.
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