Real Bizzy Bone

BIZZY BONE REAL (FREESTYLE) LYRICS

Intro: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez)
(Yeah I?m so real, real, real, real)
Driving on the motherfucking freeway and shit, you know what I?m saying?
70 motherfucking miles per motherfucking hour
You know I?ma reach it up to 75, this how we do it baby
Boy get much more motherfucking deeper
Man this the motherfucking reaper is hanging on your shoulders
I wanna give him a hug and tell him that I love him and I?m getting older
And life is getting colder but motherfucker?s words are getting bolder

Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
While I?m walking in the trenches of Cali
I?m feeling these motherfuckers wanna see me all fucked up in an alley
They wanna see me with no money, they really wanna see me hungry
But of course I?m gonna clean myself, I?m feeling lovely
As they walking through the matrix, don?t even say it
Homeless ain?t homeless nigga, they ain?t boneless
And don?t play it, ain?t no hatred
Motherfuckers don?t even know, don?t even say it
Give it back to these niggas, they don?t need no knowledge
Motherfuckers need to pay some homage
I ain?t even trying to take your ass to the ghetto or spiritual college
Cause these motherfuckers don?t know and leather squallas
I need a bomber so I can hang through the cold
So I can hang through the bold so I can hang with the old
Meaning the the ancients as they sitting over and watching
This is the way we do it, the time is ticking and its the clock