lirik lagu bizzy bone - blaze a stack
-bizzy bone-intro-
woodfella (woodfella)(buck buck buck buck buck)(blaze a sack come on man/bring the mac with me/we come from the f-ckin city call columbus thuggish ruggish/the artist formally known as bizzy bone up in this mother f-cker/son of a b-tch/motha f-ck it….)
woodfella #1
come bizzy why you blazin sacks?/i sit back in the cut roll a pound of compress weed in my n-ts-ck/n-gg-s tryin ta jack i hammer that/sendin ya back to cleveland with that goody good/woodfellaz keep that greedy woody wood down south/and put tha put tha gat down a b-tches mouth/you got problems on the edge?/we’ll solve em,slide early deep to the lex/hit em up and rob em/have you ever saw a four chess n overload?/that’s when the bullets explode dis how we roll/runnin from the po po’s cause were neva clean/went from workin triple beam,weighin up bigga n betta
-woodfella #1-(bizzy bone)-chorus-
where my real thugs at?/blaze a sack blaze a sack/where them fake thugs at?/get the gat get the gat (it’s the b-l-a-z-e easy as it can be and the t-r-a-c you better beleive it)where my real thugs at?/blaze a sack blaze a sack/where them fake thugs at?/get the gat get the gat (it’s the b-l-a-z-e easy as it can be and the t-r-a-c you better beleive itwhere my real thugs at?/blaze a sack blaze a sack/where them fake thugs at?/get the gat get the gat (it’s the b-l-a-z-e easy as it can be and the t-r-a-c you better beleive it)where my real thugs at?/blaze a sack blaze a sack/where them fake thugs at?/get the gat get the gat (it’s the b-l-a-z-e easy as it can be and the t-r-a-c you better beleive it)
bizzy bone
come here see this,my nizzle foshizzle fa sho/nizzle n sizzle with stack at his door/and it’s god (play me)/shoot at cali ta gold,with my mind body n soul (blow blow blow)/i’ve been in control let me ,when them women lets go/blaze the track, you blaze the sack/i bang my stack, my n-gg-s in prison they comin back/thangs is hectic n-gg-s get back/and even if i catch the bullet,you know im comin back for my chedda/resprect me (respect g’s!!)/grab a gat confess, eazy the curse make a brotha (sean) play to be blessed/nevertheless i aint manifested with the wind from my chest/and i dont stop,till the cops rest/(come on!) time test smokin even heavy and f-ck the status/roll my diamond in the ghetto with weapons,these n-gg-s gettin ready/so leave it or weed it and cut off all my hair,make you mothaf-ckas believe it put it the air
-chorus-
woodfella #2
givin doubt to them real n-gg-s (woodfella)/know whats up,show no love to them fake n-gg-s/i could give a f-ck about five foot five undaground and im crunk/but the sign say ‘name’ cause you could get jumped and dumped on stomped by these country -ss n-gg-s down hea/where my real n-gg-s at?/drink a fifth of that coniac,hennessy got me gettin down from my ground/by myself and i aint on my side of town /fake n-gg-s get nothin,keep truckin ya best ta beat ya feet before the creep starts a bustin/cussin,you outta time (time)/im already deep,so you know whats on my mind (mind)/this irv got me noddin on these kids on that wheel (fo real)/got a barrel of that 38 steal (fo real)/actin kinda wrong on this step i wish ya will/the game get hectic im talkin bout fo real
-chorus-
woodfella #3
all my real n-gg-s hea sn-tchin yo breath/f-ck around wit them killas be like bad fo yo health/stopin bustas in they tracks, when im c-ckin them back/sippin hennesy while my n-gg- bizzy blazin sacks/run the street wit bone n-gg- who be squeezin on triggas?/eliminatin all n-gg-s,blockin my figguhz/keep my weapon close neva catch me slippin like soap/you seen the real n-gg-s now you like scared to approach /we fall in the club,we got no love fo you fakas/you betta get yo gat,you know im talkin to you hatas/the real n-gg-s in the b-tch blazin the sacks,we got you fake mothaf-ckas here/watchin yo back
-chorus-
-outro-bizzy bone-
it’s the b-l-a-z-e easy as it can be and the t-r-a-c you better beleive it/it’s the b-l-a-z-e easy as it can be and the t-r-a-c you better beleive it/it’s the b-l-a-z-e easy as it can be and the t-r-a-c you better beleive it
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