[Intro: Bizzy] Yeah, seven times for they minds Light yo' candles young thugs Bizzy Bone, you know what it is Seventh Heaven young thugs, holla at your boy Tell 'em... yeah Out in the cold, is you with me young n***a? You better ride with me motherf**er, and f** the world! [Bizzy Bone] I can remember bein outcasted in December Loc'ed out, smokin at crack spots with the big spenders I know they wish for me to perish Cause I dropped out of high school chasin the j**els with no credits Flippin burgers, I just can't see it I face smoke green with a triple beam in one night, no secrets f** them feds, it ain't no love at all for 'em They pull me over with police dogs, look in my {WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF} That's motive enough for murder! I stand in the cut with tec 9's, burners ready to serve 'em I'm in the rain, with the nine on my brain, blaow to police and f** the world! [echoes] [Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] f** the whole wide world, America and all! I'ma ghetto ball, like crates on the wall, f** y'all! I got the veteran, fortunate my riders Like I got the soul of a Desert Storm trooper inside us And f** the world [instrumental for 36 seconds] [Bizzy] f** the world! [Chorus] [instrumental for 20 seconds] [Bizzy Bone] Don't nobody love me, and I don't love nobody It's only a few people that I roll with that I consider for the posse Who's Gotti? Live by a Mossy, I'm a full-time veteran Live by the street commandments, and devil, damn him I'ma represent 'em until the world blow f** the world! [Chorus] [Outro: Bizzy] Jesus Christ You know what it is