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letra de back with the thugz - bizzy bone

bizzy:
hey its the martin n malcom in the vibe and in the q we ebony ivory brothers the others
the indian gentleman n business executives swing on a pendulum livin legends yeah we veterans theres no need to tell em they know who we better than these ciggerettes k!lling me ebony ivory peace n war one h-ll of a diary see i can get serious diggin yall chest ’cause people been rippin they bullet proof vest they so concerned with who was the best i dont even think about it i done put my publicist on it so yall mother f-ckahs go read about it n then sing about it bizzy done went solo man how this

chorus:
sit back relax and have a puff or two, ’cause all we really tryna do is get high with u, thats just how we do sit back relax and pop a peek at chu ’cause all we really wanna do is roll with u ooo thats just how we do
bizzy:
sevens my family thats for the industy not understandin me handing me hard money all a vanity losin my sanity d-mned to be banned from mr handely had to be mad at me doubted me just like me daddy n-gguh dont rat on me
rat on me armegheddon till the sattle we ride whatever whatever im ready to die sever the ties dead or alive hopefully all my n-ggahs are fly some arise like some of the times ’cause they didn’t wanna see lil e shine leader of seven and that is the sign holdin alive outta my mind n-gguh rewind tell em my crime bizzy ain’t finna sip none of your wine your wine

chorus:
sit back relax and have a puff or two, ’cause all we really tryna do is get high with u, thats just how we do sit back relax and pop a peek at chu ’cause all we really wanna do is roll with u ooo thats just how we do
bizzy:
lets all think into dip into the slow motion i roll with my n-ggahs in the year that yall knowin flowin and goin and goin and goin and goin the original flippin with the pimpin the young poet bubblin doublin thuggin luvin my n-gguhs brothers n mothers uncles others uncles n threw the winter n all ah the liquor get together now bitter done runnin a little runnin of a lap freak in the mind and runnin around the town pull up on suckas that pull a gun to my pucker f-ck yall how ima be the mother mother f-cker trust yall no further thats all no one ever would have loved ya better go underground n yah found no body loved ya thats why i stay in the ghetto watchin these youngins growin blood puddles its f-cked up but d-mn im still humble

- bizzy bone

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