Bizzy Bone - Seeing Things lyrics

(Intro: Bizzy Bone) Rock and roll. Naw, this that flip flop flow, f** them boys. Man, if you n***as gon' do somethin man (Hit that sh** right there n***a) let's do some sh** n***a. We can turn this mothaf**a into Dodge City mothaf**a. n***a I don't give a f** n***a, can't you tell b**h? (Bizzy Bone:) Someone caught stressin (?) and he started framing out of his (?) Haven't you heard? Runnin in 90s on one hundred and twenty third T-Rock done got shot, and I got, to find a murderer with a double edge pump, a church k**er don't worship and when the cops got bored Fillin for baby boy showin up for the unsolved, deployed Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel, she was so small Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was k**in Doti Havin a ball...but I'm still rollin through the shore Pray for redemption Runaway slaves, you house n***a Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, and grab your crouch n***a I don't give a f** (n***a what you n***as wanna get f**ed up?) n***a We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God) Ante up and bust my gun Thuggin and bum rush the punks Runnin a muck from dusk to dawn Money for blood, stop, till they pump But it walkin off, slow It show us I got nuts Come to the light, then to the darkness Glance at BB, baby I don't give a f** I don't give a f** (Bizzy Bone:) Ha, motherf**er. n***a, these hoe a** n***as don't wanna see me n***a. In the motherf**in cross section b**h. I'll bust on you b**hes on the freeway motherf**a. You hoes just don't know, do you boy? I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you (Bizzy Bone:) Literally possessed, I got veins poppin out my neck With original thugs and a Lexus checklist Got em all breathless Than I suggest you'd ask magic For The Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me When the cops search the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed Hit em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy You see, I'm sorta like Dorothy, but I'm a soldier, the wickedest witch in the west can't have me f** the shoe, look barefoot, roll over Todo, there put Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go quiet as a mouse Never did lie, ready and green Never so loud, quiet indeed Remember the man be attend by the Ouijia Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king Gotta take chances What?!? I'm back in Kansas It was all a dream Now I clack back my heels and the d-low, he-he-he seein things (Seein things) (Bizzy Bone:) b**h (I keep on seeing things). And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherf**er. Hell yea. f** all these demons. Can't none of you hoes stop me. (Bizzy Bone:) Little Confucius, for the music Wally, which get rich for the trial and now Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger But my n***as in the middle ballin and we wont stop The foul sinnin the k**in now And then nobody gets in the middle together And they tell the n***a it good to be back From prison but don't nobody feel him but them n***as around the globe And the mission was money was gold Everyone nutty when money because he was out of the gully With nothin but ugly souls better make us and touch No one will touch me one wait till they ruff enough Got him at last but I just corrupt I dont even erupt Creep on ah come up, what up Trapped in a rapture the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin Snatch you we havin a blast you tatterd like cattle And medalion diamonds in the gallo Ghettoish ba*tards runnin much faster than the average a**es in the shadows Out of the battlefield... (Bizzy Bone:) I bust on you b**hes on the freeway motherf**a! (It was all a...) f** all these demons. (It was all a...) I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherf**er. f** all these demons. (It was all a...dream...dream....) And I spoke my mind, hell yea. And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherf**as.