Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWII: 7 Sign (Featuring Mr. Maje$ty)
Bizzy Bone
Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the C-O. Man, fuck y’all niggas.
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Mr. Maje$ty
Yeah I’m tatted so when I die
You can see what’s deep in my eye (my eye)
7 Sign…
I put who got you too
Who shot you
Who got you
Glock you and stop you (stop you stop you)
Look who got you too
Who shot you
Who got you,
Pop you and stop you (stop you stop you)
Bizzy Bone
Nigga this Mo Thug and we can get fucked up
Even if I’m under surveillance
I watch out wanna win
And fuck ’em up daily
Throwin’ up seven
What am I yellin’
Murderer
Nigga once you come must be like crazy if you
Muthafucka don’t play me (play me)
Nigga not today
I see you but you can’t see me
I know with all the government and
Yes this will get crazy and blow
Mr. Maje$ty
Got your mind blown
Vocal tones keep it sewn
Blastin’ out your stereos or your headphones
The roots exploited clones
Therefore, it’s my job to describe the loudness
The habitat of rap survival kit
Artistic skin abrasion
So when ’em fadin’ my worldly reflections
It’s magnified to new levels of elevation
Chorus: Bizzy Bone / Mr. Maje$ty
Seven sign
Seven
Seven sign
Seven
Seventh sign
C-O
Yeah I’m tatted so when I die
You can see what’s deep in my eye (my eye)
7 Sign…
I put who got you too
Who shot you
Who got you
Glock you and stop you (stop you stop you)
Look who got you too
Who shot you
Who got you,
Pop you and stop you (stop you stop you)
Bizzy Bone
The Rip here to run in the street
And flippin’ on police
Yeah they know me
I’m not lonely only
Show me when the smoke clears
And at least I had my homie
And a nigga K homie
All bitches
Look into it as you want the real killa
Well pull out your pistol bitch
And shoot it shoot it
And you knew it too
When when you looked in my eyes
I’m ready to die
And I hope my mama really loves me
‘Cause daddy’s bye bye
Inner pride with the Ripsta
Let ’em hit you with the scripture
Picture me loc’d out and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?)
Mr. Maje$ty
Three sixty-five out of all the round trees
They’ll be Japanese
Maje$ty’s corruptin’ record companies
Nigga jump for cheese
Catch sub zero freeze
And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back
Slacks only in dress pants
Have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight
I have
Hollywood niggas make me laugh
Sell a dream to ’em
Cash no royalty
Grab they royal keys and dash
My overhead projects how ends meet to get fouled or ejected
Lyrics was selected beyond my control
Last door on the totem pole
Pockets swoll from tape residue
Last interview at Wendy’s
Dave Thomas made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently
If I’m fittin’ to grab your earlobe and billion
This is big business
Buy tapes don’t lend
Niggas lent (?) while I scrap change for phillies
Why grill me
Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili
Explore on four wheels or foot
I bring it to that ass over the hook
So when you slip gossip
I ride up on it
I had to maintain my mental frame
And now I’m Boneless
Word sound ’til I’m foamin’
Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin’
Disownin’ heads like Romans fight rubber Trojans
More than civil suits make my longevity boost
Articles and promotions make me more potent
Deadly to the mind ‘causin’ somethin’ to be blind
Redefine lines entertwined with all mankind
Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty shame
The boogie down Bronx is where the heart still remain
Bizzy Bone
I’m a let a nigga know, you know what I’m sayin’, just right off the bat. I gives a fuck about no nigga. Don’t be no (corvie)-ass nigga. I’m tryin’ to tell niggas that off the rip, off the rippa, baby.
(I must be losin’ my mind …)
I must be
Where’s the mob
Find your specialty
Let’s give this nigga a job
Is you ready for jail
Yes and no
But somebody’s gonna try to rob
We can spar but you gon’ drop
I’m a bomb ready for war
Will I pop pop
Better look out for miles
Been doomed since the womb
Will he put me in my tomb
I’ve been thuggin’ so assume when I enter your room boom
Stomped through Compton and cities y’all ain’t never heard of
And listen I bet there’s thousand people screamin’ out “murder murderin’ you”
Hypnotized took off my shirt
I got a (?)
I’m tatted so when I die you can see what’s deep my eyes
Trues ride but trues die
My nigga don’t cry
I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie
So I try but it ain’t nothin’ for my mental
So (…?…) my pencil
And I blast dash in a rental
One nigga got (?) and off he in a trap with sawed off
They took a chance and lost
Let’s spray AK and make gangsta gone
Don’t finish the wars when they ain’t over
I love you thugs but all them skeletons got so close
And they got so (?) if it ain’t (?)
This family that don’t give a fuck who you are
It ain’t nothin’ like some trouble
How close
How far (how far…)
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