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They want to be just like me, look just like me, dress just like me, and act just like me/ Want to sound just like me, and rap just like me, get bitches like me, but can't G up like me [Ya'll just don't know]

-Layzie Bone-
Look dog, I'm a thoroughbred, pistol totin' hard head/ Killa for the scrilla, man, hittin' you with this hot lead/ Tend setter, nobody does it better/ Want to G.P with a thug nigga? Better get yo' shit together/ Them polished, pimpin' playas, all of my partners pushin' something/ When it was '89 I was packin' 9's, sellin' dope and dumpin' (Buck Buck Buck) Uh, uh uh, ain't that the shiznit? Layzie Bone got some money 'cause Layzie Bone handled his business/ Ya'll niggas be slackin' up, tryin' to be me, actin' up/ You need to be tryin' to do you 'cause doin' me too flashy for you (Yeah) Now, say my name and watch these bitches come flockin' up/ Comin' hard, stuntin' on 'em/ These haters be watchin'/ I'm droppin' bombs like the Taliban, messed like a L.A Mexican/ Psycho like Norman Bates when it comes down to the cheddar, man (Ya'll just don't know) What it took to get here; Talkin' blood, sweat and tears/ Ridin' and perfect timin' payin' dues in here for years

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-Bizzy Bone-
Mr. Miraculous with the acrobatic wordplay/ These bitches ain't worthy, they suckin' like you never gon' hurt me/ Most motherfuckin' certainly/ Throw up the 7, fuck your game, we down and dirty/ Me and Lay tighter than Nelly and his homie Murphy/ On in a day / With a stomach full of Henny; I'm spiritual, ya'll earthly/ Close the curtains, niggas shot at the door/ Protective custody, don't drop the soap (Bubba want him, whoa!)/ (?) dagger (?) the arrow back to the backstabber / Mathematical habitat of maniacal mad me and I'm gettin' plastered/ Watchin' the strippers work hard for they' money and dog, the lookin' lovely/ This is Babylon; 7 Sign rough and ruggery (I'm a bust your motherfuckin' head, nigga) Only killers can hug me, it's all cool in the game/ Celebratin' with bubbly/ Very agressive; we dumpin'/ Ya'll soft like dumplings nigga

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-Layzie Bone-
(Whoa) Nigga got the whole world watchin' braids, showin' duece how to rock the stage/ When LL was rockin' bills I was scramblin' gettin' my pockets paid/ And I ain't stoppin' til I'm in my grave, and that's until the casket drop/ Never leave the crib without my plastic Glock (Buck buck)/ Stop, no can't, don't want that ain't in my vocabulary/ I promise not to do it nigga, unless it's absolutely necessary/ Feel my vibe; Drunk, twisted and high/ Go ahead and do you; The grass ain't greener on the other side

-Bizzy Bone-
Oh my God! We always into something illegal/ Gettin' the paper, black undertaker cakin' the crib, duckin' the haters/ East side, North side fo' sho'/ Throw up the Bone'fore I leave this bitch, murda mo'/ Cleveland Avenue 1-6-1, the enforcers/ Never the freeze crew green brow, cops and guns/ I don't need you; He who stands alone/ I'm in the zone with the 7's/ I'm a dog from the Bone, motherfucker

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