Bizzy Bone - BB Da Thug lyrics

To the Lord's visionares, mm-mm-mm Dyin in the struggle (yeah) Rest In Peace, that's my A.K.A. n***a Y'all don't feel me [Bizzy Bone] See I was born in the womb, beatin down my mom's walls Now in the 90's you can find 'em makin a chronic call Definitely I need a blunt, come fill it up with some bud East double 99 for life, ain't none of y'all f**in with us There I was with the Thugs, bustin and pullin out broke-a** guns Tryna bluff my way, hey, I pistol-whip on sh** I'm still number one - runnin the click and f**in wit a, pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb Buckin wit a 55 chance, Bizzy off in your city Ready to dance with these itchy-a**, hands And Bizzy on the off-ramp just cause I'm thuggin sh** this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin But I don't give a f**, I'm puffin onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile I made it and you hate it, that's the way the ball bounce I keep my gun and make the money and that's for my baby son What a creation in my life, I think he's a thug And there I was, f**in with the Thuggsta Lay' with Flesh workin feedin the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A Better believe indeed, I got somethin up under my sleeve Connected to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed It's deja vu whenever I'm with you I could smoke on forever, ain't it true that I do? I can feel it inside, I can't explain how I feel Remember when my neighbor Linda let a n***a eat a meal Learn to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle In the 'Land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle Nobody knows when we'll die, it still maintain through the rough I be the first to give my life, my life - BB da thug