[Intro]
The lion is back, JD
Bizzy the Kid (We back at 'em again my n***a)
Yeah yeah, diamonds in the back, back
Yeah yeah, diamonds in the back, back
Yeah yeah, diamonds in the back, back
Yeah yeah, diamonds in the back, back
[Verse 1: Jahni Denver]
I see my last name burned to flames when my sister was slain
Her ma-mom howled to the wind like a mother wolf who was maimed
And my dad was grizzly bear, but he cried like a cub
Our hearts sealed up with this hatred when they took who we loved
And I never would imagine, that I would be rapping
Eighteen I was jacking, next thing that would happen
Five years pa**ed and didn't have a rash, gave me the pa**ion
Asking, I'll be in the beat dancing
I'll be on the beat tapping
Straight safety and glover, same as me, lover
This is the life that I chose, turning rhymes into roads
Still pedals on the concrete, hope I've never got an army
Watch Biz with a bird's eye view
You can tell by the words I spew
Sick with it, and I'm only getting better
I'm a straight go-getter
I want a piece of the pie, sleep when I die, and my words live forever
I will never stop, like d**h I keep running
Straight to the top, my middle name is running
Give it all I got and now the time coming
Number one spot, I take the ship from him
Mountain lion inside of me, now they dying to sign him
I who eyeing the lion, may I keep rising and shining
[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
Put up a cover let me tell these muthaf**as
How to keep a n***a off of them, tell people run for cover
n***a Bizzy with the double Z's, running with my n***a J Denver
We got another one to put up and they pulled up
And they stood up in they hood up on they own
Entering the room, give it up for n***as
That be deep up in the cut
The kind of n***a that'll spit above a muthaf**a fore you give a bucket
Tell a brotha give a little, help a brotha if you wanna
If you're gonna on the corner of the alley
With a quarter back to Cali
Got my muthaf**a take a tally
Take it to the mo-mo get the na-na
Ain't got nowhere to go, we got dough
In the middle of the rain
Rollin the medical I'mma take it to the brain
Never been ashamed, you know it ain't a thang
Tell me what the game?
Ghetto n***as leanin' all day
They don't really want the battle mentality
But on the real we aren't the n***as to battle B
I get the scrilla cuz I still got a battalion with me
But on the realla, we don't give 'em the credit to be
Up in the ma**, with the bra**, walls crash
When they clash, balls smash
With them wax walls
Better be crafty, bet a n***a be masking
And max on and max on
Wanna keep this bullsh** cla**y, spit another 16 at them ba*tards
Finna get this crunk sh** nasty
Get anotha whip cleaned and anotha whip cleaned
Bing bow to the ma**es
Smoke weed til I'm ravaged
JD hit a n***a in the mouth, so cla**less
n***a f** that's some wack sh**