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Correct Stress Builds Lyrics
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Bizzy Bone
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Correct Stress Builds
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(featuring Big B & Capo) [Chorus - Bizzy Bone] And for all the drama that's goin on And for all the drama drama And for all the drama that's goin on Pop pop pop pop One of these stress pills in your mouth.. [Verse 1 - Capo] In the midst in the darkest nights Sparkin off the highest flights And project buildings blastin civilians But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown Amongst animals, to the half of you Understand the mindstate of the most official I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not Fuck a cop. With the blood clot, buck 'em til they holla We gon let it rain like Nina Ross With Tommy-gun-monsta rockets Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized It's live baby, airin' out your strip with for-fives Crazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babay [Chorus:] [Verse 2 - Bizzy Bone] Drama's runnin up on ya When I come round the corner with a pocketful of marijuana Got full of void, and got me searchin for the telly Takin to my celly, put out the order And tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly Ain't you ready? If the world should end again, I don't really wanna But I'm gonna be ready for the ending That's the drama, and if you really wanna You can date it right back to the beginning Now who's the fillin villain of karma Orginal militant be marchin in armours Guess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who... And comin out the kitchen, plenty ammunition Runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the window My gun bustin and bleedin so fast Bleedin from the glass Tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast' Through the alleys in a beat-up Malley To the riots in Pelican Bay Where the fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday [Verse 3 - Big B] Floss mode, for my people Got me rappin crap where I shouldn't be Layed back, fucked up on hennesey Bitch you know me Dem diggin, daggin everythang Now how the fuck am I gonna get rich? 'cause lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch Hide this bitch, hop in the Benz with bizzy Promise you won't say shit Sing, for the Calico Yes, I believe in God Run up in on his car door Homeboy you gotta die Meet your maker, never no faker I grind for mine, big boy I shine for mine That nigga performed, impressed yo girl! Doin things your man dream about Sing Rap hustle
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