Carry My Baby

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Tell 'em I'm about to come up out the show Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know [Bizzy] Yeah, yeah [Chorus] [Bizzy - over Chorus] Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck 'em Let's get this shit started baby This why I like this shit, it's like this [Bizzy Bone] I feel 'em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don't fall baby (hey) I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon Destiny praise God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya Crack the devil's head (ha ha) Crack the devil's head; whylin out, pandemonium Crack the devil's head, whyle out, pandemonium Official rapper's suspicion, it's like I'm on the podium, podium Buck the money y'all, yeah That's the season, that's the season Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil They don't rule shit, bullshit, evil won't meet the reaper Latch gate keeper They couldn't even tie the laces on Jesus sneakers Warrior with a speaker Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong But when the karma comes back in other physical forms Tell 'em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch So what if I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change People in physical war, only the Lord is keepin me sane Above with the grain, in the go-go with the love With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior Jesus We never stoppin, tell 'em we never won't tumble but think what they did They humble about love but love is here We struggle up over the form for fears We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get Warriors [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] By the grace of God - tell 'em about the... out the show Carry my baby, tell 'em I'm 'bout to come up out the show Carry my baby, wherever you need to go Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now And ain't no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style But it'd be realer if you really love me And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me Let me convey, baby I ain't no physical game In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey Warriors [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] By the grace of God, by the grace of God Cause we are warriors - by the grace of God Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to Cause we are warriors [Chorus] [Outro: Bizzy Bone] By the grace of God, and by the grace of God And by the grace of God, praise Jesus Christ Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors One, in the name, of our lord and savior Jesus Christ In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen That shit is just rappin what you do