Seeing Things

[Intro: Bizzy Bone] Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys Man, if you niggas gon' do somethin man (Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?! [Bizzy Bone] Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest And he started flamin out of his breath Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer With a double-edge pump and a church killer Don't worship and the cops got bored Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggas Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggas wanna do nigga?) I, will fucked you up We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God) Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck [Interlude: Bizzy] Haha, motherfucker... nigga These ho-ass niggas don't wanna see me nigga In the motherfuckin cross section bitch I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! You hoes just don't know, do you boy? Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you... [Bizzy Bone] Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless Then I suggest you'd ask Magic For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier The wickedest witch in the West can't have me Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed Remember the man be attend by the Ouija Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things) [Interlude: Bizzy Bone] Bitch (I keep on seein things) And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things) Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things) Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things) [Bizzy Bone] Little Confucious for the music Wally, which get rich for the trial and now Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger But my niggas in the middle ballin we won't stop The foul sinnin the killin now And then nobody gets in the middle together And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison But don't nobody feel him but them niggas around the globe And the mission was money was gold But he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt +Creep on Ah Come Up+, what up Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle And medallions, diamonds in the gallo Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses In the shadows out of the battlefield [Outro: Bizzy Bone] I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...) Fuck all these demons (It was all a...) And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker Fuck all these demons (It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream) And I spoke my mind, hell yeah And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker {*fades out*}