Bizzy Bone - Wit A $20 Dolla Bill lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Young Droop)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Intro: Bizzy]</i><br>
Bizzy Bone, we 'bout to do this<br>
Family members from all around (we are true!)<br>
Gather around (get the troopers)<br>
And they say this shit here is underground<br>
but I know that we are over ground<br>
(We gon' get this money, fuck that shit!)<br>
Yeah, holla at your boy (one time boyyyy)<br>
Eat honey and locus locus (locus)<br>
I gotta stay focused focused (I gotta stay focused)<br>
Ain't down for the hocus pocus, hocus pocus<br>
Hocus pocus (stay focused and sharpen on this)<br>
Eat honey and locus lucus<br>
(I don't give a fuck what you got on me, you know I got nuts)<br>
I gotta stay focused focused (c'mon nigga)<br>
You know I stay focused focused, Bizzy Bone (you better get yo' money)<br>
One time for they mind (honor nigga, honor nigga!)<br>
Holla at me boy<br>
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<i>[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]</i><br>
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill<br>
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (we gon' flip this bitch!)<br>
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's (won't you tell 'em?)<br>
We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh<br>
And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more<br>
(fuck around... whassup Abraham?) Get up out that do'<br>
With a 20 dollar bill, bill bill (c'mon boy, buck buck!)<br>
We gon' flip this bitch and get some mo' dough (flip this bitch!)<br>
And won't you tell 'em what we do with the pape's<br>
We stack that bread yeah, yeahhhh<br>
And we don't fuck around with haters or no hoes no more<br>
(Don't fuck around boy, with no haters up in here no mo')<br>
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<i>[Bizzy Bone]</i><br>
Homies, enemies wanna be, never they gonna be, anything comin to Bizzy<br>
Get rid of me now, not even payin attention I mention we stuck in the kizzy<br>
City to city, we keepin it movin and doin it, smokin embalming fluid<br>
Sherm I'm high, oh so high, riddle me now and show them how we do it<br>
Get to it, ruin this the way it should be done<br>
then we jet 'em and we bet 'em a grand <br>
Now give me the boot, the fam, Philomina my gran<br>
and Macedonia feelin me man<br>
Runnin with that hour, that glass, that sand that shifted<br>
that gifted, that lifted and we're never alone <br>
Call up the Bone as if I've run out of money (I need some money in this bitch)<br>
and yes it's funny and this gold they come and welcome me home<br>
Right through that mystical, critical thinkin and critical drinkin<br>
The blink of an eye, better be careful when wakin my mind <br>
Tell 'em the truth I don't need to lie <br>
Feelin embarrassed and baby I was straight up walkin in truthfulness<br>
And never again do I have to worry about Ruthless<br>
ROO! Give me that paper paper paper paper<br>
We got to escape that, never get caught up by that raper, raper<br>
See that's that caper caper - Superman!<br>
Doin it better and better and the wetter the rhythm, we givin 'em a 100%<br>
Stuck with the skrilla with Baby and Wayne again<br>
Bizzy, you know my name, my name<br>
Number with the game, survival of a rival<br>
Never compete with the stoppin me baby<br>
I'm audi, I only am me and I see what I see, nobody copy me baby <br>
Drop dead on your side baby - now give me that rhythm<br>
I just wanna hit 'em in the face (ha ha ha)<br>
Tell these haters quit copyin me<br>
I got that speed and harmony, what the fuck?<br>
Right there, what you say? (what did he say?)<br>
Hey, you know what it is (you heard, you heard, you heard)<br>
This is the way we play-ay, this is the way we play<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i> <br>
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<i>[Young Droop]</i> <br>
Yeah let's get this money nigga!<br>
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Critical thinkin, that's what a nigga be speakin<br>
I got 'em leakin, got a conversation for the whole nation<br>
I give an apology for the people that been waitin<br>
Bein hella patient, waitin on the gangsta<br>
Now that I'm back with a lyrical attack<br>
it's a fact that I bust like a mac<br>
When a nigga be rappin it's like a nigga be clappin<br>
they recognize on a nigga that put the Valley on the map<br>
I'm thugged the fuck out, everybody and they momma know <br>
a little bit about the critical thinkin nigga<br>
That got the lust to pull the trigger<br>
Get mad at when my bitches call at yo' mommas house<br>
And don't make me call up my squad<br>
Killers that shoot and that shank and that squab<br>
Sick to my gut when it comes to the law<br>
We bangin on police, nigga this the mob<br>
I'm one of the niggaz that hold it down for the West<br>
Rollin with the fo'-pound, nine with the vest<br>
Niggaz'll never know it, I never show it<br>
but I'll put a bullet through yo' chest<br>
For people that's talkin my name<br>
All the undercover niggaz is lame<br>
People talk about me without the fame<br>
but that's okay homie, I'll put you to shame<br>
I'm one of a kind, you better follow my rhyme<br>
because I follow my mind but I'm ahead of my time<br>
Everybody better buckle up and get ready<br>
your nigga 'bout to bust like a nine<br>
Nigga we can do whatever but never say never<br>
You'll never know what'll happen when we get to cappin<br>
Fully automatic is what I be packin<br>
now look at yo' reaction nigga - give me that bill <br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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