Lyrics: Bizzy Bone: Carbon Monoxide: St. Clair Thug
“News Reporter”
In Hip-Hop news today, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Bizzy Bone is back in the studio for a new project called “Carbon Monoxide.” On you, fuckboys.
“The Migos versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony was seemingly over last year. But Bizzy Bone isn’t quite ready to let it go.”
Bizzy Bone
What up nigga
It’s S-C-T
St. Clair Thug
You gon’ need some jet skis
To see me in my St. Clair buzz
When I leave the group
I keep us relevant
Like a publicist does
Bitch I can do that
And fuck rap
I beat these niggas up
My dick big and I’m rich what
No cap
Nigga where your girl at
I’ma rock that bitch
Eat her and pull the pearl back
This midwest gangsta keep walkin’ and talk
Get your side niggas in muthafuckin’ danger bitch
I keep no secrets
Instead of bein’ my brother’s keeper
I just keep my brother with me
That’s my fuckin’ weakness
I’m a fuckin’ genius
Without the mental issues
My life get difficult
That’s what I get through
I’ll get through
I don’t need to address
You facin’ Arab blood
Bitch I’m like Paul Revere
But with a Corinthians plug
You know I’m different
Corner store cliques
Bitch it’s Suge in a red Rolls Royce
But I am perfect
Never thought that story surfaced
If you niggas ain’t with me
Then ain’t no workin’
Two different engines with turbines
I ain’t finna play with you
Crush you with my wall
I’ll pray with you
I’ma age gracefully
Fuck these niggas up
Can’t keep a pace with me
Graze or when Ramona kill Bill
Traitor you ain’t with me
I expect the niggas that’s hatin’ on me to hold me down
But it’s goin’ down
Not from my nigga shall be no ho in vow
I’m gifted the sippage icy is low in brow
Served us a vic so with facial features I show you now
And my story’s different
Always keep a bus down
You niggas ain’t in it to win it
Y’all boys just fuckin’ around
I like to kill shit
Go home to a real bitch
Somebody a nigga can trust
And ain’t gon’ steal shit
Bitch this is skill set
Bitch ain’t no killswitch
Bitch I’m further advanced
And heiroglyphics
O.G., O.G., O.G…
And the haters say
Big homie, big homie
And the haters say
Come on O.G.
Buck buck buck buck…
And the haters say
O.G., O.G., O.G…
Buck buck buck buck…
And the haters say
Big homie, big homie
And the haters say
Come on O.G.
Buck buck buck buck…