1.7 Sign(Bizzy Bone)
Bizzy：
Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the c-o.
man, fuck y'all niggas.
Yeah, i'm (tatted) so when i die, you can see what's deep in my
Maje$ty：
7 sign . . .
Bizzy：
I put who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, glock you and
Look who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, pop you and
Nigga, this mo thug and we can get fucked-up even if i'm under
surveillance, i watch out, wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily,
throwin' up 7, what am i yellin'？ murderer. nigga, once you come
mus
today. i see you but you can't see me. i know with all of
government and, yes, this will get crazy and blow [bomb, bomb,
bomb
B].
Maje$ty：
Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn, blastin' out your
stereos or your headphones. the roots exploited clones;
therefore, it's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of
rap surv
Kit. artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly
reflections, it's magnified to new levels of elevation.
Bizzy：
Seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh sign, c-o.
Yeah, now y'all know, yeah.
Yeah, i'm (tatted) so when i die, you can see what's deep in my
Now, look who got you, then, who shot you, who pop you, glock
Look who got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and
Bizzy：
The rip here to run in the street, and flippin' on police, yeah
they know me, i'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke
clears, and at least i had my homie and a nigga, k, homie. all
bitches
K 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, i'm ready to die. and i hope
my mama r
Loves me, 'cause daddy's bye-bye. inner pride with the ripsta,
let 'em hit ya with the scripture, picture me loc'd out and
smoked out with a half of fifth of (？).
Maje$ty：
Three sixty-five out of all the round trees, they'll be
japanese, maje$ty's corruptin' record companies. nigga, jump for
cheese, catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere
brings the t
Ature 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
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
we
, dave thomas made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently
if i'm fittin' to grab your earlobe and billion, this is big
business, buy tapes, don't lend, niggas lent (？) while i scrap
chang
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
Aintain my mental frame, and
Now i'm boneless, word sound 'til i'm foamin'. cybergenics
wanted my genes for clonin'. disownin' heads like romans fight
rubber trojans. more than civil suits make my longevity boost,
articl
D 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 dow
Nx is where the heart still remain.
Bizzy：
I'm a let a nigga know, you know what i'm sayin', just right off
the bat. i gives a fuck about no nigga. don't be no (corvie)-ass
nigga. i'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip, off the ri
Baby.
Where's the mob？ find your specialty, let's give this nigga a
job. is you ready for jail？ yes and no, but somebody's gonna try
War, will i p-pop pop, better look out for miles, been doomed
since the womb. will he put me in my tomb？ i've been thuggin' so
assume when i enter your room, boom. stomped through compton a
Ties y'all ain't never heard of, and listen, i bet there's
thousand people screamin' out 'murder, murderin' ya.'
hypnotized, took off my shirt, i got a (？). i'm tatted so when i
die
An see what's deep my eyes. trues ride but trues die, my nigga,
don't cry, i shedded my last tear when i found out love was a
lie. so i try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental. so piss off
my
Il, 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, let's
spray ak and make gangsta gone, don't finish the wars when they
ain't
, i love you thugs, but all them skelet
Ons got so close and they got so (？) if it ain't (？), this
family that don't give a fuck who you are. it ain't nothin' like
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