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letra de guess who’s bizzack - j.j. sanders

(intro)
uh-huh-uhh-uhh-huhh
hahaha
it’s j-a-y j sanders! (ooo-woo!)
21st holla at us!
what a lovely feeling
turn me up a little bit
uh, look

(verse 1: j.j. sanders)
i’m back in the stu, so i don’t know how to act
back to blessing these verses, but never fronting on tracks
my hopes were high for the year, then everything went black
lost my brother and i struggled just to face the facts (rip!)
i know he’s gone, but my very first friend was my bro (waddup 8)
we weathered every storm together, so it was hard to let go (hard to let go!)
my hеart is heavy, and my happiness is all i let show (it’s all i lеt show!)
cause time ain’t stopping, i deal with things the best way i know
i grab the pad and let the pen blaze (uh-huh)
n-ggas know when my pen raised
they’re looking at their sensei
kicking sh-t like i’m shinsuke
there ain’t no competition, i out class em like sick days
i’m sharper than a switchblade
2 1 i’ll never switch ways
i ride for my n-ggas, stand beside all my n-ggas
kept it real from the jump, ain’t never lied to them n-ggas (i never lied!)
people love talking bout how hard they gone ride for a n-gga
but when it’s time to start riding, there ain’t no finding these n-ggas (where they at?)
they say the most, and do the least
on my bro, talk is cheap (talk is cheap!)
i done heard it all before, so just let ya actions speak (let em speak!)
ain’t a lot of guarantees in life, but i can name ya three
death, taxes, and a hungry man gone find a way to eat (grrr!)
let me add a fourth, j-a-y gone snap on any beat
rappers need a hot producer cause they know they raps are weak (haha!)
they trash, i’m on they ass, but they get to the cheddar
they doing something, just not doing it better, here’s what i tell em (aye)
(hook: j.j. sanders)
guess who’s bizzack?
back in the lab with the flows
this rap sh-t is really all that i know (it’s all i know)
don’t make me relapse
back to the dunns on you hoes
i swear to god i’d go to war for my bros

(verse 2: bizzy bailey)
get back, it’s bizzy back
relapsed, i’m spitting crack, bizzaster
i spit raptures, actors, wrapped in plastic, b-st-rd
k!ll for laughter, pasture, like when i rap like that
master bizzy how you get them tracks like that?
how you find them funny ways to say they trash like that?
just relax and sit back, get blasted
big gat, kick back, my wrist snapped, get b-tch slapped
i’m hard as tic-tac
why i always spazz like that?
man i been through some sh-t that even flies wouldn’t touch
man poverty sucks, so all i did was party and drugs
and jail was enough, green skin, allergic to cuffs
emerged from the rough, unruffled all they feathers i’m tough
run sh-t forrest gump
twelve gauge, what the f-ck is lil pump?
the country big pun, little n-gga used to chill in the dunns
i lived in the slums, i hate i had to live with my moms
i’m filled with this charm, i fill her up with d-ck then i’m gone
i’m hitting the bong, i’m high, feel like i live in my dome
it’s bizzy no bone, i’m sitting on the ceiling no fan
i really went ham, my bags look like the michelin man
just getting it in, but all it had to end in a zone, i’m cam
haha, yosemite sam, kablam!
hahaha, yeah
sands! guess who back n-gga?

- j j sanders

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