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Bizzy Bone

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hollywood Lyrics - Bizzy Bone

Dirty rotten, never forgot noids plotin' and I ain't scared to say it, 

"I feel the Lord is watching!"Jesus'll walk a mile, 

Give me a hundred thousand and then a 

Hundred loses, but I can't 

Be a coward. 

 

Peep this, coboculated, your mind scrambled 

Eggs and brothas feel me comin,' 

I started gunnin' big, hit' 

'Em up in two thousand and trizzle, 

Heads feelin' the bullets and the death 

On my back (Oh yeah, fa shizzle!). 

Oh, tell me what's critical, is it your reputation? 

Anyone attack it wait for the incubation, now for your mother 

Fucking information Bizzy's a thug! I never expected to be accepted, 

Shit, I was just sellin' drugs, reflect it in my 

Music, the people spoted the real, that had my homeboy's fautly, 

Still they swallowed the pill. Popin' the bubbly for 

This million dollar deal, Bizzy finally got his money, these suckas, 

They want a trill, keep it real, good, bad and ugly. 

 

Four in the mornin' lookin' under my bed for Ripley's (pills) Oh shit, 

And thinkin' about all that, Ruthless, just keep 

Your job, I'm a Universal Soujah! Thank God! (Thank God!) 

 

Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! 

Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep 

It keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! Never move to Hollywood, 

Uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! Never move to 

Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! 

Never move to Hollywood, 

Uh, keep it keep it real! 

(Real!) 

 

Mind on my money, my money on my mob, and my Benz! 

And my friends, and my job, I still 

Miss Wish's Uncle Charles, reachin' 

The stars, everybody talkin' 

Bone breaking up, nigga, 

Flesh behind bars, he the one that 

Bought the tickets, can I get any 

Realer? Baby I'm just the realest. (Noooow) 

Back to the real shit, (real shit) mental, 

Methodic push the hottest product, 

Bizzy through Ghetto College, checkin' 

Out up out of College. 

Man I'm not Eddie and I'm not David Ruffin, 

And I'm not Michael Jackson, nigga, I'm a say something! 

I'm not incompitent, never a pill fiend, 

I only smoke some weed, and sip some 

Hennesey, is that too thuggish for you? Well if it is, I'm sorry. 

Give me no Grey Goose, 

Gator Skin, White Marley's, 

Thinkin' bout all that, Ruthless can keep the job. 

Bungalo, Bright and Swole, 

(Sweet Jesus) Praise God! 

 

Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! 

Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep 

It keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! Never move to Hollywood, 

Uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! Never move to 

Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! 

Never move to Hollywood, 

Uh, keep it keep it real! 

(Real!) 

 

I could never even look at my Nigga's girl, 

Never try and stick it to his babie's mama 

For, nothin' in the world! 

Why snitch, switch and be a bitch? man you on some bullshit, 

Oh yeah, I don't want to be 

Friends, who needs enimies? 

So stay the fuck away from the 

Benz when it comes to your facinity, 

Besides, with jealousy 

You might get fucked up, 

But, with no KY Jelly, only movin' when God tell me, 

Let me man up and tell my story, 

(Because) it ain't no tellin' 

How many records I be sellin'. 

So who you callin' pretty boy? 

Boy you a funny man, 

A modern day Schwarzenegger, but 

I'm not Running Man, and that's the only metaphor 

I'm giving you niggas tonight, that 

Ain't even my steez, nigga, please. 

Show all the clones just what that thug life like. 

Vibe (what?) I'd like to thank you 

For putting me in your article, 

Practically distroyed my life 

 

Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! 

Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep 

It keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! Never move to Hollywood, 

Uh, keep it keep it real! (Real!) Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! Never move to 

Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! Now Let me thank the Lord, 

Like I always will! 

Never move to Hollywood, 

Uh, keep it keep it real! 

(Real!) 

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