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Correct Bizzy's Story Lyrics
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[Intro: Bizzy] The one baby! As a child, army days, cancelled the fun childhood After runnin away with mom so many times It's tearin their relationship apart I wasn't doin anything but bein a kid, no evil in my heart Never played in the area of they minds, anything like that Just a normal kid, yeah, yeah I remember messin with these little girls around the corner My stuff wasn't even hard Remember a brother was lookin for a little candy out the park My mother went, my mother vent, momma what happened, momma I'm scared Momma my head, so won't you get it baby We carry on, we carry on, we carry on, we carry on [Bizzy Bone] Experience with different women, my dreams And Sirita was a Cleveland and Sirita was clean Now I'm explorin, the world around me very much learnin And a, nurturing phase and a, lurchering phase God with dirty people comin against me It's the life of the dead, record of company defend me Still workin, the musical group, is that the crew? Are they with me? It's Mr. Majesty, Capo and (Que!) Que, huh From the West Wing, soldiers of the West Wing Money straight flowin, it's the best thing, best thing They say sacrifice is I-N-see With my buisiness partner Kanardo Davis, D.A.P. That's the love, that's the love, that's the Lexus, that's the Benz That's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug, that's the thug The owners, it started in the night life I don't even remember havin fun, all I can remember is a trife life [Chorus: repeat 2X] Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story) Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story) [Interlude: Bizzy] Time to clean up and get sober man The kids came moved over I took the last $90,000 And put it on a $5,000 square home and got $10,000 worth of furniture Frigerator full of food, it's for the kids We moved on and we got a nanny After much struggle we had a home, finally [Bizzy Bone] My early manhood, strange bein the man of the house Without Sirita it was terrible, small as a mouse Soon I met up with the women in the park got married It's the way that we do it now it's time to get carried Las Vegas at the time wanted a mother of mine Myself I needed somethin I could shine Fortunately, goin to the fast, gettin at last Hey, I'm bein tested... Irreconcilable differences, it's not over I lost my house and my jewelry got stolen And the kids were back with Sirita - it was the worst feelin That you could think anybody could have, and Lord I need ya I'm runnin around the struggle, runnin around the crib We ain't gettin robbed again, we ain't gettin robbed again Paperwork's an issue, attorneys and lawsuits And the lawyer fees concocted to get me fucked up and keep me on recruit [Chorus] [Interlude: Bizzy] Yeah, the "Resurrection" and "The Gift" came out Beautiful deal and we worked it out for about a year hittin shows Doin the road workin real real hard Well shit, we had a new team and fresh settings and a healthy body For the road after 11 months of sobriety Shit recorded that album in L.A. And of course we gettin the kids back I think I'm gon' get married [Bizzy Bone] Still never could I fight the night All the women tryin to take my girl's place Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, up above, up above Do you feel it? Do you feel it? Feel the love, feel the love I could not, find in a physical looks, it wasn't there After goin back and forth to L.A., L.A. cares Handlin business, we under new management But I'm growin, you know I'm still flowin And another year passed, we still gettin gold and dash{?} It's the greatest appearance, and they showed it like wow Dodge, quick, move! You know you got to be slick and watch out for that bullshit Watch out for that pulpit, they got me standin and I'm duckin the guns And yes I'm duckin the bullets and it's always 'bout the one The one, we represent it forever In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit I still remember [Chorus] [Outro: Bizzy] I can remember drinkin with Uncle Damon and his buddy While we shot ball in the back And finishing up I was thirstier than a muh'fucker I ask Uncle Damon for a drink of the water, shit he said "Sure, drink it" Ice cold cup sweatin and I gulped it It was Gin, wasn't water, but I still downed it Uncle Damon said, "You got a rock gut boy" I used to think about Man Man often (Man Man often)
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