[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
To the Lords visionares. Dyin in the struggle (Yea). Rest In Peace, that's my A-K-A nigga. Yall don't feel me.
See, I was born in the womb, beatin' down my Moms' walls
Now, in the 90's you can find em makin' a chronic call
Definitely I needed a blunt, come fill it up with some bud
East Double 99 for life, ain't no of yall fuckin' with us (I know) There I was with the 'Thug, bustin' with the broke-assed gun
Tryna bluff my way
Hey, I pistol whippin' shit
I'm still number one
Runnin' the click and fuckin' wit a pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb
Buckin wit a 50
Bizzy off in your city, ready to dance with these itchy ass hands
Hey, it's Bizzy on the offramp just 'cause he's thuggin'
Shit, this music got me soft, tramp
Even my cousins' buckin'
But I don't give a fuck, I'm pumpin' onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce
I keep my gun and make the money, that's for my baby, son
What a creation in my life