of ya'll ain't hearin' this, my heart is near and dear to this [Chorus: Layzie] This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog?) This is a warning
of a souljah, release and feel me Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta These things guidin' your struggles All it is, is about this hustle
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
wolves will chew your bones tonight It is your brother's hand you hold so tight Your brother's blood, your brother's life Your brother's love, your brother
Your life is slipped into a microchip I warned you with all of the mics that I grip Cash days fade away devils roll hard Trappin' souls inside of Visa gold cards Yo, this is
in the door Picked up the keys, caught a telephone call She yelling bones in my sounds swell I'm like why can't a brother can't rise up All I'm hearing is
breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt The answer is a question that I never will find out Is
rockin', all jockin' A fly brother, a poet, slow it down to enrich my pitch Ask Mike P, is it likely we can switch a bitch? Affirmative and now I learn to live trifling When a
Feel this, feel this Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house S-T, supreme teacher, read you like a preacher Seat you down, make you pay close
I didn't get no warning You got me shaking to the bone I got my secret weapon I'm gonna get you all alone Yeah, yeah So let your body lose control This is
what the Don't fuck with me, you cocksucker Shut, shut up I transcend And get you through the grape vines Rappers is dime a dozen Like your cars and train times This is
be Never BOTTLE ME UP IN A probably, I wanna see a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR! Armed with a tone, cross, sword to the bone Warn the other brothers that was
[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] Hey, what do we say, say, say (Creepin on Ah Come Up) baby this is the way that we play I try to warn ya every day, day In the
?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash ain?t nothing but a bunch a trash, but you seem
A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks And my face is like a household name Everybody
Bone on bone flesh war on flesh Mortal brothers strive against each others hatreds mesh Thou shall not kill Peace frozen still Release your hate Deviate
splashing zone. Ow!! Oh man, oh it's a nose bleed! (Lily: Oh, it's gusher!) It's a gusher, that's what it is! Look everyone, it's a gusher. Mrs. Kunkel
a fuck I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll never be Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity So, take this advice, while I reiterate
