BIZZY BONE REAL (FREESTYLE) LYRICS
Intro: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez)
(Yeah Im so real, real, real, real)
Driving on the motherf**ing freeway and sh**, you know what Im saying?
70 motherf**ing miles per motherf**ing hour
You know Ima reach it up to 75, this how we do it baby
Boy get much more motherf**ing deeper
Man this the motherf**ing reaper is hanging on your shoulders
I wanna give him a hug and tell him that I love him and Im getting older
And life is getting colder but motherf**ers words are getting bolder
Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
While Im walking in the trenches of Cali
Im feeling these motherf**ers wanna see me all f**ed up in an alley
They wanna see me with no money, they really wanna see me hungry
But of course Im gonna clean myself, Im feeling lovely
As they walking through the matrix, dont even say it
Homeless aint homeless n***a, they aint boneless
And dont play it, aint no hatred
Motherf**ers dont even know, dont even say it
Give it back to these n***as, they dont need no knowledge
Motherf**ers need to pay some homage
I aint even trying to take your a** to the ghetto or spiritual college
Cause these motherf**ers dont 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
Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone)
To heal (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me)
Ima blaze the weed, hit the drink
Baby thats just me (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me)
Yeah Im so real, real, real, real
(x2)
Verse 2: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez)
My battles, they be coming in dreams
And motherf**ers dont know that Im seeing through the seams
As I crease up the jeans and I buckle the belt
And I rock this motherf**er, it aint for myself
And I rock this motherf**er, it aint for my dealth
And I rock this motherf**er, it aint for my health
Cause Imma drink what I drink, Imma smoke what I smoke
If I die from the liver cancer, b**h I joke
Im a real motherf**er till they k** me (Yeah Im so real, real, real, real)
Thou shall never k**, this is how they grill me
This is how they gonna feel me, this is how they are awaken
And this is that, that awoke, they say BB you still smoking?
Course I need some chronic in my system
Motherf**ers wont even f**ing listen
Gotta get them when you get them, you ridding them when you rid them
If you listen then you listen if not what the f**
Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone)
To heal (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me)
Ima blaze the weed, hit the drink
Baby thats just me (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me)
Yeah Im so real, real, real, real
(x2)
Outro: Bizzy Bone
One time for their motherf**ing mind, most motherf**ing definitely
Motherf**ers cant even come up in this motherf**ing garden
With no sh**, flat out get the f** outta here
World wanna know nothing, thats why God put 9 percent of the brain
Take out that cerebellum for me mayne
They dont need to know nothing, one time for they mind
Be easy on them cuz