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Less Fame Lyrics - Speaking In Tongues - Bizzy Bone

[Intro] 

I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon) 

Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a.. 

Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!) 

Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting 

(One time, one time) 

Much pressure in the stress game (hey hey!) 

Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting 

Much pressure in the stress game (hey!) 

Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting - much.. 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

And I can see that you don't want me to love 

And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to thug 

And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to judge 

And I'm damn sure that you don't want me 

You better believe that time is tickin 

I can hold no grudge, you can't haunt me 

Callin up my player-ass partner while I'm sippin on wine 

Only to soothe my little spirits, I think God can hear me cryin 

When I wake up to the birds and then the herbs of the violins 

But I think he rather have me disturbed, man I can't even sleep in silence 

 

[Chorus] 

Much pressure in the stress game, less fame 

It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting 

[repeat above 4X] 

Much.. 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Ain't no illusion less than God, for the realest of the writin 

Love thy neighbor, it's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin 

Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill I'ma fly the kite 

And Robyn Givens, she's still tryin to play me like I'm Tyson 

Oh poor baby, maybe I'm just a little bit sentimental 

When it comes to the death I've wept, still weepin with whips 

As my brothers they got hung by trees, and beat with whips 

The pain is so deep that they carry so many regrets 

Here's a message 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

With the world in a daze and the homies smokin haze 

And they slangin on the Ave to upper classmen, hey 

Slay, with the A to the K 

Without a weapon watchin and listenin and, where without livin 

Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast 

You take a puff and that's enough and throw it away in the trash 

At last, minus the visual, where would I be? 

You tell Eve to get her ass out the tree, that's cheap 

 

[Chorus] 

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