Stress Builds
(专辑: The Beginning And The End - 2004)
[Chorus Bizzy Bone] And for all the
drama thats goin on and for all the
drama drama and for all the
drama thats goin on pop pop pop pop one of these stress pills in your mouth.. [Verse 1
Capo] In the
midst in the
darkest nights Sparkin off the
highest flights And project buildings blastin civilians But skull-white from cycles of the
psycho children Millions in the
revenue, what we seek in these avenues Steady breakin down crumbs for the
Royal Crown Amongst animals, to the
half of you Understand the
mindstate of the
most official I
ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fuckin issues It's drama kickin off, infrared lasers is blazin hot Burnin up your whole block, lord forgive them they noooo not Fuck a
cop. with the
blood clot, buck 'em til they holla We gon let it rain like Nina Ross with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized it's live baby, airing out your strip with fo-fives crazy drama get solved with fatal rocka bye-bye's babay [Chorus] [Verse 2
Bizzy Bone] Drama's runnin up on ya when I
come round the
corner with a
pocketful of marijuana got full of void, and got me searchin for the
telly takin to my celly, put out the
order and tell 'em bust it in ya mother fuckin belly Ain't you ready? If the
world should end again, I
don't really wanna but I'm gonna be ready for the
ending that's the
drama, and if you really wanna you can date it right back to the
beginning Now who's the
fillin villain of karma orginal militant be marchin in armours Guess who, Guess who, Guess who, Guess who... And comin out the
kitchen, plenty ammunition runnin, buckin, jumpin outta the
window my gun bustin and bleedin so fast bleedin from the
glass tellin myself 'jump up and let off another blast' through the
alleys in a
beat-up Malley To the
riots in Pelican Bay Where the
fellas say pop-pop-pop everyday [Verse 3
Big B] Floss mode, for my people got me rappin crap where I
shouldn't be layed back, fucked up on hennesey bitch you know me dem diggin, daggin everythang now how the
fuck am I
gonna get rich? 'cause lick, jack that bitch, kill this bitch hide this bitch, hop in the
Benz with bizzy promise you won't say shit sing, for the
Calico yes, I
believe in God run up in on his car door homeboy you gotta die meet your maker, never no faker i
grind for mine, big boy I
shine for mine that nigga performed, impressed yo girl! doin things your man dream about sing rap hustle