Bizzy Bone: Social studios

I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence mequiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boysdon't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on yourlostS and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died allalone down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up withammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan isplotted outAnd morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's andI often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it putit on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note readbE baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to theparents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilynmanson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chanceit I gotDren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under mebreathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreaminand I ain't dreamin.[chorus]I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves ofjustice blame it on bone thug music and abusive fo fathersdon't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminiscejuvy backLumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved itadrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred wardamericas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paidforMr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with themurder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him goheardGo little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambininina ross in the crossroads die off little demon off those andassistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyzis kilHat'll split you wig and of course they should die as if theywere muthaf**kin big you dig.[chorus]I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legallyunfoil little mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil payattention boy member and eye for an eye go on and kill and yousoon wiE give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are thesigns of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellinme they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo shomovinEaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for theyouth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts ofmy fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith inGod bM worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up withmy crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off dawglethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he'smuthaf**kG can you dig.