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    Bizzy Bone

    Stress Builds

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    [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, airin' 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
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