Bizzy Bone - Split Personalities lyrics

Rasu-(Bizzy Bone)-Intro- Yeah, yeah. What's up Gambi? (What's up, lil' n***a?) This that n***a that I was tellin' you about, man (Who, this n***a here?) Yeah. (Bring this n***a to the meeting tonight) It's on. (We are gathered here today among soldiers, spiritual guiders, security enforcers, vocalists. Yeah...) -Bizzy Bone-Chorus- (We are...) Different personalities, soldiers at ease, at ease (I don't really want to but I'm gonna be ready for the endin') -Bizzy Bone- So it's on, you think you're 7th Sign material homeboy? Hell yeah. It's on. Hey, hey! Hey, hey! If you want to call me, a n***a been nice, ice me up The original hot boys, you're never gonna be like us (7th Sign) Hear the cop noise Runnin' from the drug bust Thuggish Ruggish, dope under the dumb b**h your momma wanna creep, give her a piece of this young dick She always want to get it, but you was always around You ready to come, b**h? It's on right now Got sick to my stomach, I know she in a coffin in the parkin lot I never covered another n***a's mother But sh**, I'm a man; I give a f** about a f**er With or without you n***a, pick my gun up Shut up, dumpin' all over your body The bullets was jumpin' I'm pumped as f** here to surprise, (?) right now Ain't nobody gettin' in the way, shoot everyone around me in the club and the crowd, double the crowd Got these big n***as (b**h) I'm holdin' 'em down, hoodie down, with the gangsta glare We still St. Clair, n***as, up against the k**as Turn up the music loud Big business, a n***a make money Enough motivation, retaliation; Off to the ghetto My n***as is on another level Come young generation... -Chorus- -H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious- Biography of a thugged out n***a too legit to quit Been hectic since day one, was wanted as a juvenile for felonious felonys, hunted by police Captain in the battlefield runnin' the streets nutty Who want some beef? Ain't no p**y's here Hop off my extremely large dick, you know what it is Confucius simply ridiculous, have these top notch hoes, panties soakin' wet Horny, askin' me if I want a bl**job Erotic, flip, psychotic sometimes Always on the grind, mashin' by ride Mafia regime clique tight Join in, act up, won't come out alive Take precaution, Gambini Mob Boss Don't cross some sodomized b**h n***as, let that be a lesson to anybody think about testin' Numbero Seven Long live the faction Homie, what's set you claim? And this games very dangerous, question, is he really ready?