with me Till we find eternity Oh you know it's got to be so beautiful Oh and everyone is so free Love, love is the only thing there is between you and
**az grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
5:Bizzy] It's Charles, Bryan, and Steven, Anthony and Stanley Nigga this family and yes we are the only thugs with Grammies Mash the gigglin jigglin swervin and ribbonin And
the noble chamber Just a parrot in a rich man's cage He's a jester on the count The wise man died and the seance went on And the red one reigned in
charge is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and
Verse 5:Bizzy] It's Charles, Bryan, and Steven, Anthony and Stanley Nigga this family in destiny yall the only thugs wit Grammies Mash the gigglin jigglin swervin and ribbonin And
'all niggas burn to this And there it is Say what? Say what, say what, say what I rock for the purists and I rock for the players I rock for the fellas and
you stuck in the jungle Niggas don't care if I'm poor or rich So I don't care about these niggas and the law and shit And I'll probably get shot for
Sell 17th Ward is Where I Prevail And I Runs Them Streets Like A Soccer Field You Lookin At Hot For Real And I Am Rollin On This Bitch Like I Popped A Pill And
one long staircase just going up And one even longer coming down And one more leading nowhere, just for show I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese And
tell you how is your profit and noisy money and drugs interior golds demand if it gets the whole world da new dinners and clothes [Gangsta
with no patience So in a minute that's when you lie dead, from the Buckshot through your chest, bullets Fled ripping and stripping and home again and
is ended Designated hitter flows with the transistor Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be self lord and
fiendin for weight and a triple beam Life's a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off Who was your man and bet this, I'm reckless
and wiped your tears Told you the truth and eased your fears And that one look was all it took For the angel to close the big black book See the money
And beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big
