Don't Doubt Me

-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
And now we will commence with a prayer. Welcome... Hooked back up with Tony C, you know what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. See it's a lot of questions that muthafuckas need answered. You know what I'm saying? They wanna know what's up with Bizzy and Bone Thugs (Did ya'll break up?), all this and all that (What's going on?). I'mma simplify that shit. Feel me. Feel me!
-Bizzy Bone-
Standin the detox with two pairs of Reebox, and we not leaving til I'm all clean/ Where the fiends at? Doing it for my babies, and baby, it ain't no turning back/ Burning that cigarette, you know what these niggas can get/ Deeeez! I done smoked so much weed, popped 20 V's. Hennessey, and even the industry tried to play me like a crack fiend/ Eazy was my nigga, but Eazy gave me hella liquor, I was only 16/ Ruthless can't pimp B/ All of the demons missed me/ Two of the Bones dissed me/ I don't give a fuck, we got history/ Shit it ain't no mystery, niggas is pissed off, and say I ain't showin' up to shows, but the people don't know I ain't making no money, so what am I working for? Tell me, what am I hurting for? Baby, what are we searching for? Restitution/ Little foster kids give me contributions/ So you can ring out the towel then watch who's paying me now!
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Roll or get rolled over, come, come and get you some/ They dumb, they dumb, they dumb, they dumb, they doubt me
-Bizzy Bone-
Am I fake? Well I ain't shot nobody yet, how am I the bad guy? Ya'll telling mad lies! This is for the strong black fathers, go get your dollars and send your kids to college/Keep some extra for letter squalers/ My momma was a hustla, and you can call me pretty boy Floyd/ Running when I hear the cop noise/ Chill on coffee, pop, stay poised/Thank you for the beatings, I'm my own man/ Hella faith than a grown man/ I don't trust nobody/Chemicals that was sent through my nervous system inseminal/Survivors duck down in trenches/Protecting slaves from lynchin/ Did I forget to mention God? Never! Me and my wife drop daily, on our knees forever/ Where the babies? Remember, remember the faith will get you through, even though that hate was all we knew/ Still throwing food drives, ya'll can hear the kids' hollers, as we get rushed like Elian Gonzales screaming for momma!
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-Bizzy Bone-
God first, family second/ The music's a blessing/ Seven if I'm lying, and I ain't Bryan, then I'm flying/ The lessons of a ghetto kid, sleeping in fiends cribs, where everybody keep dying/ And everybody's taking, nobody gives/ In science, the signs make sense, in the times we tense/ Felons crying to the bench, "What the fuck am I 'posed to do?!" Harm's in the walls of school, with a tactic to lose/ Cuz we've been slaves ever since to make us follow the rules/ My Lord, G's in hell, majorities in jail/ Most rappers is actors, never stood on the block, I can tell/ Bragging and false flagging, little faggot! You got some bail for my homies? Sudiddy you ain't nothing like Bizzy, cuz you phoney! I'm on him! He don't no drama drama/ You talking to niggas that ain't had they momma or they fucking father! So don't bother my people with that evil shit, and feeble in temps for fame! Lame! Read books and go get some game!
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