Bone Thugs N Harmony F/ Maje$ty: 7 Sign

Bone Thugs N Harmony F/ Maje$ty
Miscellaneous
7 Sign
Bizzy:
Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the C-O. Man,
fuck y'all niggas.
Yeah, I'm (tatted) so when I die, you can see what's deep in my eye
Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies. Nigga, jump for cheese,
catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the
temperature 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 keys and dash. My overhead projects how ends meet to
foul or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my
control, last door on the totem pole, pockets swoll from tape residue,
last interview and went in daytime, it's made a promise to
let down smooth criminals gently and (?) grab your earlobe and
billion, this is big business, buy tapes, don't lend, niggas (?)
while I scrap change for 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, gots it. I ride
up on it. I had to maintain 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 rebel
Trojans. More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles and
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 down Bronx 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 rippa,
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, ready for
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 and cities 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 you can 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 pencil, 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 A-K and make gangsta gone, don't finish the wars
when they ain't over, I love you thugs, but all them skeletons
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]?