Bizzy Bone Album

(feat. Layzie Bone, Mr. Criminal)

[Chorus:]
Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Just ridin', ridin'...
I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man

Just, just, just...
I'm just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

[Bizzy:]
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
We're nothin' but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin' but crumbs
See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me some love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't
What about the slopes, tryin' a get dangerous
We're nothin' but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
And heavenly Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be found
But what was it for, tellin' my people to point to the guns
And what did the fools finally see who really be ridin'
Look at the war and here it come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending
Watch your paper, gospel gangstas walkin' in churches
Don't search us, they tyrin' to escape though
Monotony and a monopoly, gotta get ready to put us a chair
Rott there, get in the car, Day's of our Lives oh well
I'm from the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, will settle finesse, so Bizzy the Kid
The best...let me get this, that we feelin' depressed

[Hook:]
How many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), Lord know's I'm not ugly

And how many times we gather our rest, so why do they cuss
My lips are (?), the Lord know's I'm not ugly
Heavenly father you are the best, one time...

I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me, ain't nobody jealous man

[Chorus]

Just, just, just...
Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

[Layzie:]
I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it
Make 'em pull it, fill your torso's up with bullets
Nigga this the true shit, and it sit's with a new kid
Who goes there, I, we used to slam them dog's
Now we raise 'em up high, lamborhgini dog's to the sky
My nigga, I be flossin' on a dog, I ain't shy my nigga
No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin' horse
Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source
If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
And if rap was a study, you would need you a course
I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruisin', haters be refusin'
They bitches want to listen to it
But they gotta be true with it
Get bucked knuckler, act a foo' with it
It's rider season, and really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth gettin' through it
I'm the ace, realest rapper since Pac want to take my place

[Chorus]

Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...

[Mr. Criminal:]
I'm just ridin', ridin', ridin' the city streets
Packin' the strap in the back of my black khakis
That's creased, windows down, system on blast
Feelin' the breeze, smokin' and chokin' that reefer dog
I'm needin' my trees (ha, ha--ha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feelin' the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police
The homi's say watch my back for enemies
Touch your back, the hennesey stay (?) my remedy
Catch me dippin' through the streets
Givin' a fuck, runnin' them stoplights
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switchin' lane, scrapin' bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin' white walls
And as soon as night falls
I let them hundred spokes crawl
Straight dippin' through the city
With my rider's and dogs
It's Mr. Criminal puttin' it down
With the homi's from Bone Thugs
And these hater's get flossed on
These bitches get no love

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Just ridin', ridin'...
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin', slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me

I'm just ridin', ridin'
Ridin' the city streets in a black benz lexus
Where we be feelin' the beat, tuckin' the piece
I'm just slidin' slidin'
Feelin' my (?), I'm feelin' you, you feelin' me
Nobody's just...

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(feat. Mr. Criminal)

[Intro:]
You know what it is baby
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment (we ride, we ride)
Bizzy Bone in the building, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
(We be ridin' never cause anything...)
Mr. Criminal shots out of love
We ride...

[Hook:]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right

When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride

[Bizzy Bone:]
In another I'm seein' the homi
Tellin' you jump on up in the ride
The bottles of wine
You didn't be prophesized
And I'm feelin' your vibe
I'm feelin' the tribe
That's up in Cleveland
Them Bone Thugs that's my family
The reason for the season
It don't leave 'em cause that's my family

[Mr. Criminal:]
And the H-P-G's my family
We about to blow up
You just wait and see
Patiently, I've been waitin' "G"
Hop in the lowrider
Come escape with me
In a '63 clean Chevrolet Classic
Rollin' down the boulevard
Flossin' in the masses
Eyes blood shot
So I roll up with my glasses
From the West Coast
Where we turn it into ashes

[Bizzy Bone:]
Everybody on the West Side
My papito, mamacita in the barrio
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

[Hook:]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right

When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride

[Mr. Criminal:]
It's Mr. Criminal gone
Takin' hits from the bong
Head to (?) it's on
You better leave it alone
Do a show state to state
And I'm finally back home
Hooked up with a homeboy
Bizzy from Bone
And we finally clicked up
When we're doin' them things
Cause Bone Thug, Hi Power stay true to the game
Give the world another uncut hit of the bang
Bizzy Bone, Mr. Criminal spittin' the flame
Stay smokin' on "J"
And I'm feelin' divine
Turn it up when your downtown
Rollin' your ride
Windows up, hotboxed
And I'm feelin' the vibe
Pass it to the homi Bizzy
Watch 'em rip it with thai

[Bizzy Bone:]
Little Bizzy the Kid
They better know what it is
And get a hold of your kids
You better put in your bid
You better put in your dibs
And never look into the criminal biz
You gotta be in it to win it
Sinnin' is treacherous and dangerous
But it ain't with the program
And slow jam feelin' that shit
Feelin' that shit
Wheelin' that wheel
Feelin' that shit
Come in another respective
Recollective were the past we missed it
My family, I'm left out on my damn knee
But I've got God
Tell 'em better get up
'Fore they come and try to get 'em gotta pay them
When I'm on them on a mission better listen
Passed away, and that's the way we play
Nigga go, go grab your fo'-fo'
Better go get 'em
Criminal did 'em
One big fam, bam my man
You know that you got to feel 'em
One time...

[Hook:]
When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
All day all night that's right

When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with
Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment...
We ride, we ride, we ride

[Bizzy Bone:]
Put your hands in the air like this, like this
And put your finger in the air like that, like that

Yeah, yeah

Everybody on the West Side
Everybody on the West Side

Put your finger in the air
And wave it like you don't care {laughs}
And wave it like you don't care

Put your finger in the air
And wave it like you don't care

[Outro:]
The homi Bizzy bone
And the homi Mr. Criminal

The homi Bizzy bone
And the homi Mr. Criminal

When we ride...

Yeah
Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Just sit back, relax, come in enjoy the facts

Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts

I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts y'all

Sandals we seekin', candle I need no babylon, feelin' opressed
Don't even stress the word (?), cause we the champion's
Champagne be poppin', we limo drivin' side by side
And yes we get it on, one time most definitely
Further the mind, shallow waters and know life
Give me that water and love, we gotta make it together
Remember it's only one
In the name of the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit come
Tobacco, we goin' fishin' with the tackel, catchin' the snapper
Further the mind of grapple, diamond and ruby shinin'
Blue as a sapphire, and we're watched dreams
Somebody pass me the lighter, cause we champion's
And we lookin' for them good pastures, lookin' for good pastures
Cause in my water feelin' so captured, look up and see the flowers
Heavenly Father thank you, I'm leanin' back and stayin' faithful

Ha, Ha, Ha... That's right... Welcome back Bizzy Bone
Show these motherfuckers what time it is homi...

And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't that money, baby you know where we from

Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts

I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just kick back, relax, come in enjoy the facts y'all

See as we pay attention, little children they are listening
All pay attention to the best that you can
You my homeboy, my friend, here to the very end
So many things I wanna tell you bang I'm ready to start
I really love you for the pressin' of all
When a we surrounded by the people, whatever you want
Indians, little baby is it just Flesh {mumbling} I love you
Yes I confess, the test of the faithful
Helpin' me set 'em through, may we float
And accept what you gave us and never go
So I praise you I thank you and tryin to relax
Dear grandpa your faithful servant is back
Because I love you

And the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums

And this money ain't the money, baby you know where we from
And the slums ain't the slums, and the bums ain't the bums
And this money ain't the money, money you know where we from
One love...

Movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just sit back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts

I'm movin' on the promise lands, let me be honest man
Don't shape shift and dis the gifted, lifted
Light up the spliff man

Just kick back, relax, and come in enjoy the facts
Much love...

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