Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: 7 Sign (bizzy Bone)

Bone Thugs-n-harmony
Art Of War
7 Sign (bizzy Bone)
Bizzy:
Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the c-o. man, fuck y'all niggas.
Yeah, i'm (tatted) so when i die, you can see what's deep in my eye K into it as you want the real killa? well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it. and you knew it, too, when, when you looked in my eyes, i'm ready to die. and i hope my mama r
Loves me, 'cause daddy's bye-bye. inner pride with the ripsta, let 'em hit ya with the scripture, picture me loc'd out and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?).

Maje$ty:
Three sixty-five out of all the round trees, they'll be japanese, maje$ty's corruptin' record companies. nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the t
Ature back, slacks only in dress pants, have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? i have. hollywood niggas make me laugh. sell a dream to 'em. cash, no royality, grab they royal
And dash. my overhead projects how ends meet to get fouled or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole, pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview at we
, dave thomas made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently if i'm fittin' to grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes, don't lend, niggas lent (?) while i scrap chang
Phillies, why grill me? got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with chili, explore on four wheels or foot, i bring it to that ass over the hook so when you slip, gossip. i ride up on it. i had
Aintain my mental frame, and
Now i'm boneless, word sound 'til i'm foamin'. cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin'. disownin' heads like romans fight rubber trojans. more than civil suits make my longevity boost, articl
D promotions make me more potent. deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind, redefine lines entertwined with all mankind. would that rain outshine divine maje$ty shame, the boogie dow
Nx is where the heart still remain.

Bizzy:
I'm a let a nigga know, you know what i'm sayin', just right off the bat. i gives a fuck about no nigga. don't be no (corvie)-ass nigga. i'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip, off the ri
Baby.
[i must be losin' my mind . . .] i must be.

Where's the mob? find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job. is you ready for jail? yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob. we can spar, but you gon' drop [drop], i'm a bomb, read
War, will i p-pop pop, better look out for miles, been doomed since the womb. will he put me in my tomb? i've been thuggin' so assume when i enter your room, boom. stomped through compton a
Ties y'all ain't never heard of, and listen, i bet there's thousand people screamin' out "murder, murderin' ya." hypnotized, took off my shirt, i got a (?). i'm tatted so when i die
An see what's deep my eyes. trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry, i shedded my last tear when i found out love was a lie. so i try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental. so piss off my
Il, and i blast, dash in a rental. one nigga got (?) and off he in a trap with sawed-off they took a chance and lost, let's spray ak and make gangsta gone, don't finish the wars when they ain't
, i love you thugs, but all them skelet
Ons got so close and they got so (?) if it ain't (?), this family that don't give a fuck who you are. it ain't nothin' like some trouble. how close? how far [how far, how far]?