Bizzy Bone - Less Fame lyrics

rate me

I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon)

Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a...

Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!)

Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting

(One time, one time)

Much pressure in the stress game (hey hey!)

Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting

Much pressure in the stress game (hey!)

Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting - much...

And I can see that you don't want me to love

And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to thug

And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to judge

And I'm damn sure that you don't want me

You better believe that time is tickin

I can hold no grudge, you can't haunt me

Callin up my player-ass partner while I'm sippin on wine

Only to soothe my little spirits, I think God can hear me cryin

When I wake up to the birds and then the herbs of the violins

But I think he rather have me disturbed, man I can't even sleep in silence

Much pressure in the stress game, less fame

It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting

Much...

Ain't no illusion less than God, for the realest of the writin

Love thy neighbor, it's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin

Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill I'm a fly the kite

And Robyn Givens, she's still tryin to play me like I'm Tyson

Oh poor baby, maybe I'm just a little bit sentimental

When it comes to the death I've wept, still weepin with whips

As my brothers they got hung by trees, and beat with whips

The pain is so deep that they carry so many regrets

Here's a message

With the world in a daze and the homies smokin haze

And they slangin on the Ave to upper classmen, hey

Slay, with the A to the K

Without a weapon watchin and listenin and, where without livin

Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast

You take a puff and that's enough and throw it away in the trash

At last, minus the visual, where would I be?

You tell Eve to get her ass out the tree, that's cheap