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Bizzy Bone

-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
You know what it is baby. Bizzy Bone in the building, Bone Thugs N Harmony. Mr. Criminal, shots out to love.

-Chick-(Bizzy Bone)-Chorus-
We when ride, we tell ya who I'm rollin with (Runaway, Hi-Power Entertainment)/ All day, all night, let's ride/ We when ride, we tell ya who I'm rollin with (Runaway, Hi-Power Entertainment) We ride...(We ride...)

-Bizzy Bone-
Comin over, I'm seein the homie telling me 'Jump on up in the ride'/ A bottle of wine, you lettin me prophesize and I'm feelin your vibe/ I'm feelin the tribe, itself in Cleveland/ The Bone Thugs, that's the family/ The reason for the season and don't leave em cause that's my family

-Mr. Criminal-
In the H we G's, my family/ We about to blow up you just wait and see/ Patiently, I've been waitin G/ Hop in the low rider come escape with me/ In a 63' clean Chevrolet classic/ Rollin down the boulevard, flossin on the masses/ Eyes blood shot so I'm rollin with my glasses/ From the West Coast where we turn it into ashes

-Bizzy Bone-
Everbody on the West Side, my Papito/ Mamacita in Nevadio/ Tequila my amigo/ Never disrespect you/ You know I respect you, that's for sure/ In the name of the Father, The Son, and the Holy Spirit; Praise the Lord/ Now let us ride


-Mr. Criminal-
Mr. Criminal alone, takin hits to in the bong/ Hater stick to your zone, you better leave it alone/ Do a show state to state and I finally back home/ Hooked up with the homeboy Bizzy from Bone/ And we finally clicked up, when we doin our thang/ It's Bone Thug, Hi-Power stay true to the game/ Kept the (?) uncut heated the brain/ Bizzy Bone, Mr. Criminal spittin the flame/ Stay smokin on J and I'm feelin the vibe/ Turn it up when you downtown roll in ya ride/ Windows up high boss and I'm feelin the vibe/ Pass it to the homie Bizzy watch him rip it one time

-Bizzy Bone-
Little Bizzy The Kid, they better know what it is/ You get ahold of your kids, you better put in your biz/ You better put in your dibs and now we lookin at the criminal vision, you gotta be in it to win it/ Sinnin is treacherous and dangerous, better get with the program/ And slow jam, feelin that shit, killin that shit/ Willin that wheel, feelin that shit/ Come in another respective, recollective for the past we missed it/ My family, I'm left out on my Damie but I've got God/ Tell em they better get before they try to get it/ Got em feelin when I'm on a mission baby listen/ That's the way, and that's the way we play/ In the do' go grab your fo-fo betta go get em/ Criminal did em/ One big fam, bam my man/ You know that you got to feel him (Holla, holla)


-Bizzy Bone-
Put your hands in the air, like this like this/ And put your finger in the air, like that like that (We ride, we ride, we ride)/ Everybody on the West Side... (We ride, we ride, we ride)/ Put your finger in the air and wave it like you don't care... (We ride, we ride, we ride)/ Put your finger in the air and wave it like you don't care (We ride, we ride, we ride)

The homie Bizzy Bone and the homie Mr. Criminal...When we ride...

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