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letra de enigma - bizzy bone

[intro]
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
oh, sh-t
be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, i’m huntin’ wabbits

[verse 1]
i’ma let my nuts hang, n-gg-
in these tight pants until the buck spray
or with a 12 gauge, i don’t give a f-ck
n-gg-, f-ck them
anybody, everybody with a bottle
no lie, without my army, i ain’t sorry
little n-gg-, this bone thugs-n-harmony
set it off, say shorty got that mossberg
man the gun so big it’ll blow a n-gg- brain into crosswords
little niggy had to run swerve
it’s that’s soft sh-r-s ’cause the god d-mn converse
chicken dippin’ like it’s tossed served
but those lost words be the same but i saw worse
i had the sauce first
i let it thaw thristin’ at y’al’
never get an egotistical without a flaw
standing there with no one beside ya like guards
drippin’, i ain’t trippin’, got a couple of ’em, dawg

[chorus]
listen to me, pimpin’, this is cleveland, n-gg-
we get even, n-gg-, don’t be afraid of steven
i’ll let big boy hit you with a cig, boy
i’m like siegfried with that vulture breathin’
an enigma
and that culture need ’em
and i’m all the reason
i’ma load my nina ’cause it looks like a n-gg- gonna often need ’em
when i all see ’em runnin’ like a mile a millimeter

[verse 2]
but i am a good leader
i give you another banger
i give you another heater
remember me, mother f-cker
the gun on the alb-m cover
i’m one of the tower brothers
the 50 in power brother
the michael of our brother
the cyclical nature that circles all around the brothers
it wouldn’t touch a n-gg- money, got the salary, brother
micky and mallory, brother
i got that cal on me, brother
with out no t-tle you mother f-ckers
i’m about to pull the musket out
and let it off in this mother f-cker
watch your mouth, you n-gg-s soft in this mother f-cker
bet the industry just tossed you out
you all slaves on the label, little god d-mn c-ck suckers
y’all livin’ off show money
get paid every first of the month, now that’s mo’ money
it’ll be from the grave at the crossroads
when i look at my sons say, “that’s your money”
murda, murda, murda, i am general
you little n-gg-s sure ain’t sweet
these n-gg-s think we never runnin’, i’m on tmz
and i’m a free emcee
i got love for the young bouls
but that’s me
little lay in the building chasin’ around little children
my n-gg-s son
i can’t front but i’m chillin’
my artillery is steady, get heavy mother f-ckin’ place that i’ma go so i be ready

[break]
po-po been already here
run out the back with the peer
hopefully they will not follow me or i will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

[verse 3]
pm is all in my dm
b-tch, i’ma call when i see ’em
soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, i’ma see how you bein’
n-gg-s is stealing my cams, rippy to yams, yeah
rippy to yams
and all of my people that roll with the bone
when i’m comin’ to give what we stand, uh

[break]
po-po benn already here
run out the back with the peer
hopefully they will not follow me or i will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

[chorus]
listen to me, pimpin’, this is cleveland, n-gg-
we get even, n-gg-
don’t be afraid of steven
i let big boy hit you with a sig boy
i’m like siegfried with that vulture breathin’
an enigma
and that culture need ’em
and i’m all the reason i’ma load my nina
’cause it looks like a n-gg- gonna often need ’em
when i all see ’em runnin’ like a mile a millimeter

- bizzy bone

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