Bizzy Bone - Less Fame lyrics

(Intro:) I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon) Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a... Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!) Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting (One time, one time) Much pressure in the stress game (hey hey!) Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting Much pressure in the stress game (hey!) Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting - much... (Bizzy Bone:) And I can see that you don't want me to love And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to thug And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to judge And I'm damn sure that you don't want me You better believe that time is tickin I can hold no grudge, you can't haunt me Callin up my player-a** partner while I'm sippin on wine Only to soothe my little spirits, I think God can hear me cryin When I wake up to the birds and then the herbs of the violins But I think he rather have me disturbed, man I can't even sleep in silence (Chorus:) Much pressure in the stress game, less fame It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting (x4) Much... (Bizzy Bone:) Ain't no illusion less than God, for the realest of the writin Love thy neighbor, it's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill I'm a fly the kite And Robyn Givens, she's still tryin to play me like I'm Tyson Oh poor baby, maybe I'm just a little bit sentimental When it comes to the d**h I've wept, still weepin with whips As my brothers they got hung by trees, and beat with whips The pain is so deep that they carry so many regrets Here's a message (Chorus) (Bizzy Bone:) With the world in a daze and the homies smokin haze And they slangin on the Ave to upper cla**men, hey Slay, with the A to the K Without a weapon watchin and listenin and, where without livin Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast You take a puff and that's enough and throw it away in the trash At last, minus the visual, where would I be? You tell Eve to get her a** out the tree, that's cheap (Chorus)