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Bizzy Bone

.44

 

.44

(album: The Mantra - 2020)


Apparently, there's an epidemic going on where little girls are getting kidnapped
Little girls get thrown in vans
Too many rich men are just sickos
(Low and behold, if they get me, don't go)

Low and behold, if they get me, don't go
Please, forgive me, you hear me?
When we hit him, unload
Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44
My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (cops at my door)
Low and behold, if they get me, don't go
Please, forgive me, you hear me?
When we hit him, unload
Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44
My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (my door)

These bitches scandalous, like fallen angels, just Los Angeles
Niggas, they told me that they did you dirty
Of course, I could tell it was tampered with (..was tampered with)
Little girls get thrown in vans, too many rich men are just sickos
Little Eazy watched the doctor, but I'ma blame the black widow
Look thru the eyes, if that's my window, it hits me like White Willow
What happened to smoking indo back in the days when shit was simple?
You got social media nymphos, change they name when it might be kinfolk
And I'm on game and I got that sim code
"How to survive when I'm in South Central"
Nobody talks about survival, nobody talks about the Bible
Gotta put life inside this sculpture, nobody worshipping the idols (worshipping the idols)

Nobody talks about the Bible
Gotta put life inside this sculpture, nobody worshipping the idols

Low and behold, if they get me, don't go
Please, forgive me, you hear me?
When we hit him, unload
Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44
My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (cops at my door)
Low and behold, if they get me, don't go
Please, forgive me, you hear me?
When we hit him, unload
Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44
My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (my door)

Why do you think so deep?
It's no remorse, the simple cause
Never fall off when you famous
Cleveland Indians thuggish ruggish up off the porch
Little E can test the Bone's gangsta, bring that street shit
The government's getting younger, we're in Amerikkka, please don't sleep, bitch
I live by the words I speak, I ain't tryna teach shit, eat dick
I'm focused on these computers, nigga been up for days, sleepless
Better watch out who you sleep with, creep with, eat with (eat with)
Even family turning against you, life ain't sweet, bitch, peep this
Co-Vid, cover your face, you're wide open, this shit is over
Nigga, don't panic to the Corona in the corner, yousa goner, goner

Co-Vid, cover your face, you're wide open, this shit is over
Nigga, don't panic to the Corona in the corner, yousa goner, goner
(Low and behold, if they get me, don't go
Please, forgive me, you hear me?
When we hit him, unload)

Low and behold, if they get me, don't go
Please, forgive me, you hear me?
When we hit him, unload
Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44
My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (cops at my door)
Low and behold, if they get me, don't go
Please, forgive me, you hear me?
When we hit him, unload
Shotguns gon blow, pop the .44
My hearing, my earrings, cops at my door (...at my door, my door, my door)

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