[Playa] Yeah, ha ha ha. [Playa] Yeah tell 'em what time it is. [Bizzy] Bone Bone Bone Bone - it's Playalitical (it's Playalitical). [Bizzy] And Bizzy Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone [echoes].
chorus). bone aint feelin my vibe they say bizzy he think he pac passin out on stage rollin stones with shock bizzy the kid rippin these babie makers tell em the whole story runnin from cops bustin shots smack the top of the 40 i never gone pop i never go back to ruthless stick to the plot u better believin and im sorry to the fans of bone when im bently outy fives n drop tops blueberry swisher sweet and thats the way that we monster mash homies wont respect my game well watch the way we count the cash bang the game 7th sign 27-7 kids lookin young feelin fit and i dont have to impress the crips i dont need no make-up neither i dont want u to touch my hair i just wanna heal flowin sickness makin money everywere i dont wanna half pop a pill only wanna work with the real- - - feel---- rappin with only ill----.
Doctor, doctor, what's going on?. Can you tell me what's going on?. Everything keeps going, going, going wrong. Doctor, doctor, I'm out of time. And I keep looking for a sign.
-Intro-. Baby, you go to realize that these young motherfuckers that you caught yourself rollin' with, these lil' niggas don't know nothin' about no loyalty. These niggas ain't on no damn amish shit, baby. These niggas come from the streets, they come from broken homes. They ain't used to nobody stickin' with 'em never. So they gon' always gon be alone, baby. You come from the same place don't ya? It was good wasn't it? Wasn't it?.
Demons surround me all the time. . Demons surround me all the time. Demons surround me all the time. Now pick up your psychic line. Now pick up your psychic line.
No ones thinkins bout our babies, everybodys actin shaady... . and why...do we die. (everybody want a piece of the pie). tell me why... do we die. (no ones thinkin bou our babies).
I know I could have you. But only if you want me to. You planted the seed in my mind. It's growin' up big and strong in no time. . You really got it goin' on.
Yeah, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh). Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!). Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it). . One, two, three, four.
Do the ladies run this motherfucker?. (Hell yeah). Do the ladies run this motherfucker?. (Hell yeah). Put it down for the bitches all across the map. All the real live bitches all across the map.
NECRO - DRUGDEALING LYRICS. . Drug dealers. What, what. Hustlers. Psychological, Necro, Street Villains. Volume 1. Uh. . (Verse 1). Welcome to my world where DT's eat faeces.
Ahahahahahaha. . [Kid Joe]. Wish you knew her. It's me and Necro. Wish you knew her. It's me and Necro, It's Joe Kid. We're in the studio. With Joe Guido, John Gotti.
(Necro and gortex). Hey yo Gore why you felon carry bombs on your seat. Fuck the world I'm all about cash you are what you eat. Why you pop so many pills when you carryin heat?.
[Necro]. . This is a Captain Carnage and Necrophiliac duet of death!. It's the Witchcraft Killer!!!. . [Captain Carnage]. . Fillin my fuckin bed with skulls.
Do the Charles Manson. . [Chorus]. The morbider the merrier.... Do the Charles Manson. Do the Jeffrey Dahmer. . Do The Charles Manson. Do The Jeffrey Dahmer.
Check this Hustler shit out. This is for all you fucking gangster niggas out there... its that ooooooo dedicated to the trife shit. . This is for the kids on the corners with beepers and bangers.
Solemon Sol & Lincoln from Snatch]. . [Verse 1]. Let's talk about dead body disposal. My proposal take the corpse to the bathtub. And drain the blood out of the bastard.
Dead Body Disposal Remix!!. . Get Rid Of bodies bodies bodies bodies. Get Rid Of bodies bodies bodies bodies. Get Rid Of bodies bodies bodies bodies. .
[Verse]. So much be on my mind, but I tend to dot my eyes. Still my Ts often get crossed, count my blessings all the time. With a daily dose of this misery, praying ainât no saving me.
DEWEY AGAIN. LET'S DEWEY AGAIN. . DEWEY LIKE THIS AND WE DEWEY LIKE THAT. DEWEY IN THE FRONT AND WE DEWEY IN THE BACK. DEWEY'S IN THE GARDEN AND IN THE FRONT YARD.
We bus a show in every city we go. And this a one ya'come fi blow your stereo. We nah no faka' yes ah true dog a wi'. We brew you up like a nice cup a tea.