Enigma - Bizzy Bone

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Oh, shit

Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I’m huntin' wabbits

I’ma let my nuts hang, nigga

In these tight pants until the buck spray

Or with a 12 gauge, I don’t give a fuck

Nigga, fuck them

Anybody, everybody with a bottle

No lie, without my army, I ain’t sorry

Little nigga, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg

Man the gun so big it’ll blow a nigga brain into crosswords

Little Ricky better run swerve

It’s that’s soft shores 'cause the god damn Converse

Chicken dippin' like it’s tossed served

But those lost words be the same but I saw worse

I had the sauce first

I let it thaw thristin' at y’al'

Arrogant and egotistical without a flaw

Standing there with no one beside ya like Guards

Drippin', I ain’t trippin', got a couple of 'em, dawg

Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, nigga

We get even, nigga, don’t be afraid of Steven

I’ll let big boy hit you with a SIG, boy

I’m like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin'

An enigma

And that culture need 'em

And I’m all the reason

I’ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need 'em

When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter

But I am a good leader

I give you another banger

I give you another heater

Remember me, mother fucker

The gun on the album cover

I’m one of the tower brothers

The 50 in Power brother

The Michael of our brother

The cyclical nature that circles all around the brothers

It wouldn’t touch a nigga money, got the salary, brother

Micky and Mallory, brother

I got that cal on me, brother

With out no title you mother fuckers

I’m about to pull the musket out

And let it off in this mother fucker

Watch your mouth, you niggas soft in this mother fucker

Bet the industry just tossed you out

You all slaves on the label, little god damn cock suckers

Y’all livin' off show money

Get paid every first of the month, now that’s mo' money

Little B from the grave at the crossroads

When I look at my sons say, «That's your money»

Murda, murda, murda, I am general

You little niggas sure ain’t sweet

These niggas think we number runnin', I’m on TMZ

And I’m a free emcee

I got love for the young bouls

But that’s me

Little Lay in the building chasin' around little children

My niggas hunt

I can’t front but I’m chillin'

My artillery is steady, heated heavy every motherfuckin' place that I’ma go so

I be ready

Po-po been already here

Run out the back with the peer

Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

BM is all in my DM

Bitch, I’ma call when I see 'em

Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I’ma see how you bein'

Niggas is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams, yeah

Rippy to yams

And all of my people that roll with the Bone

When I’m comin' to give what we stand, uh

Po-po benn already here

Run out the back with the peer

Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew

Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, nigga

We get even, nigga

Don’t be afraid of Steven

I let big boy hit you with a sig boy

I’m like Sig Freud with that vulture breathin'

An enigma

And that culture need 'em

And I’m all the reason I’ma load my nina

'Cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need 'em

When I all see 'em runnin' like a mile a millimeter