Bizzy Bone - My World lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah The world ain't yours yeah The wor-or-or-or-orld (the wor-or-or-or-old) Better prepare for war Better prepare for war Better prepare for war Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war [Verse 1] Better prepare, betta be ready for whatever Little B still be gettin sturdy and eleventh in the ghetto Down in Columbus I stay thuggish ruggish Smashin the pedal, throwin up the seven On these playa haters, blast the (?) Little boy been poppin all the crude oil Off in the ghetto we don't know nothin about it Cause half of these brothers can't be loyal b**h you be sippin on hennesey, remember me But I'm inside the twenty third century Givin the best of me Evidently this is real, but it don't barely feel Let's do the (?), quick 'fore I get k**ed It's just a battle field, it's how it's going down I don't wanna be twistin the (?) As I come around, better watch your back And don't be scared, youngster This is the gangster party, and who me Bizzy the thugster Call me Kamikaze, I won't even speak about Illuminati Welcome to Babylon, hell, I need to speak to Tommy [Chorus] Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war [Verse 2] Gotta get the drink and be thinkin she fin up in the car Karlos Shamar Davis, 2-Pac, and Biggie Smalls Eric Wright, one of the four fathers of gangster shhh He one of the ones that got me in, y'all know what it is One time for Left Eye, put your hands up My little daughter really a makin me man up Oh Lillian, I think I fallen down the steps 'bout a million That's the way I'm feelin here What about Bone Thugs, if you really wanna know Gotta keep it movin, keep it goin, cause I ain't no ho co*ked in the streets with them, bustin jack move This game is all about business now let this track through Slap boxed with the biggest brother and make the big boy fall For y'all motherruckers, my foster brother got shot In on of his eyes, I guess Jehovah ain't want Tracky to die Come on [Chorus] Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war [Verse 3] How dumb would I be if I sold her the (?) Just because women'll swallow you How dumb would I be if I hit you with battles And n***az beggining the story, I've been in a trap In Columbus Ohio, like smile now thug world Drunk and I'm buck wild and if you done better enjoy the (?) I comin to (?) ready and proud what the world say Y'all live about that keep on keepin on heh heh Little B boy with a blemish off comin crack My seventh signs n***az weed me I could smoke a pack Gotta give my to sign finish the ghetto man Since elementary I've been rappin just stayin Bizzy A couple of sissys in the long run give me some Lets make this conversation keep it were it sayin Welcome to Babylon, we in the universe You know my name dog they call me Bizzy y'all Thug world ghetto church [Chorus] Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war Hey the world (the world) ain't yours The wor-or-or-or-orld These last days you better prepare for war You better prepare for war