[Bizzy]

Yeah, this for all you non-believers

Especially out in the C-O

Man, fuck y'all niggas

Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die

You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) [x2]



[Maje$ty]

7 Sign...



[Bizzy]

I put who got you, too, who shot you

Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)

Look who got you, too, who shot you

Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)



Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up

Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out

Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7

What am I yellin'? Murderer

Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you

(Muthafucka, don't play me) play me

Nigga, not today

I see you but you can't see me

I know with all of government and

Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb)



[Maje$ty]

Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn

Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones

The roots exploited clones; therefore

It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit

Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections

It's magnified to new levels of elevation



[Bizzy]

Seven sign, seven, seven sign

Seven, seventh sign seal

Yeah, now y'all know, yeah

Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die

you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes)



[Bizzy]

I put who got you, too, who shot you

Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)

Look who got you, too, who shot you

Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)



The Rip here to run in the street

And flippin' on police, yeah they know me

I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears

And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie

All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa?

Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it

And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes

I'm ready to die

And I hope my mama really loves me

'Cause daddy's bye-bye

Inner pride with the Ripsta

Let 'em hit ya with the scripture

Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of



[Maje$ty]

Three sixty-five out of all the round trees

They'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies

Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze

And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back

Sacks only in dress pants

have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?

I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh

Sell a dream to 'em

Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash

My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected

Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole

Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime

It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business

Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes

Don't lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me?

Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili

Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook

So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it

I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless

Word sound 'til I'm foamin'

Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin'

Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans

More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles

And promotions make me more potent

Deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind

Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind

Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame

The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain



[Bizzy talking]

I'm a let a nigga know

You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat

I gives a fuck about no nigga

Don't be no (corvie) - ass nigga

I'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip

Off the rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind)



Where's the mob?

Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job

Is you ready for jail?

Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob

We can spar, but you gon' drop (drop)

I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop

Better look out for miles, been doomed since I womb

Will he put me in my tomb?

I've been thuggin' so assume when I enter your room, boom

Stomped through Compton

And cities y'all ain't never heard of and listen

I bet there's thousand people screamin' out

"Murder, murderin' ya"

Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got a life

I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes

Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry

I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie

So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental

So piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental

One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off

They took a chance and lost

let's spray A-K and make gangsta gone

Don't finish the wars when they ain't over

I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close

And they got so ? if it ain't ?

This family that don't give a fuck who you are

It ain't nothin' like some trouble

How close? How far (how far, how far)?