Bizzy Bone – Blaze A Stack lyrics

-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 fuckin city call Columbus Thuggish Ruggish/The artist formally known as Bizzy Bone up in this mother fucker/Son of a bitch/Motha fuck it....)
WoodFella #1
Come Bizzy why you blazin sacks?/I sit back in the cut roll a pound of compress weed in my nutsack/Niggas 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 bitches 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 niggas in prison they comin back/Thangs is hectic niggas 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 fuck the status/Roll my diamond in the ghetto with weapons,these niggas gettin ready/So leave it or weed it and cut off all my hair,make you mothafuckas believe it put it the air
-Chorus-
WoodFella #2
Givin doubt to them real niggas (Woodfella)/Know whats up,show no love to them fake niggas/I could give a fuck 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 ass niggas down hea/Where my real niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas hea snatchin yo breath/Fuck around wit them killas be like bad fo yo health/Stopin bustas in they tracks, when im cockin them back/Sippin Hennesy while my nigga Bizzy blazin sacks/Run the street wit Bone nigga who be squeezin on triggas?/Eliminatin all niggas,blockin my figguhz/Keep my weapon close neva catch me slippin like soap/You seen the real niggas 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 niggas in the bitch blazin the sacks,we got you fake mothafuckas 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