Bizzy Bone - The Craft lyrics

[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**