-Bizzy Bone-
Tell me what you talkin bout
-Bizzy Bone-Wyldlife #1-Chorus-
(Uh,uh,uh)(Ta da) To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what you gon' do? To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what them gon' do?
-Wyldlife #1-
Now comin through with all of my sins/ When it comin makin these ends, up in this industry/ Niggas from all across the seas as real as it is/G's ,hoe's be ridin wit me/ Subconscisly cause my enemies love me/ When even I'm asleep still/ Waken up to this reality/ I've seen many more casualities/ It wouldn't suit me though didn't wanna see the man/ Cold hard the wheels/ Hold the funeral/ They shouldn't of did it, damn no shouldn't of done it/ Thats why they all gettin punished/ Puttin em in the hood/ Now im runnin thru the hood land/ When I exit the highway, steadily (?) / To the say mo, give that to my people/ We get up in yall, wanna act a fool?,cruel jumpin off like Crenshaw/ Movin on up to the Brinkser Projects to represent where I sent yall/ Money ment yall shouldn't live in the past, chance/ In the eyes of Satan, we await/ Ima never forget where I came from/ Please never forget where we came from
-Bizzy Bone-
(What a wonderful day) Lemme get a Courvo, spit out the cigar, just get high/ 21 to get in the club, and I'm Rated R with my 9 milimeter in my car/ All these nigga's think they hard/ Keepin' up my head up, amen/ Who do I think I am? Who do you think you are? (Hater, hater) Holler! Ya'll niggas don't wanna get popped but I'd stay away/ But why don't I give em a couple of dollars/ Stare out the window, with a my pistol, with my young gun luck/ Why don't I just throw my money out? My money hit the floor niggas get that paper but nigga's can't get it/ Mysterious, curious look up at the moon and my nigga's loosin'/ I had that hard boy luck/ Just hope I don't get shot/ Oh what my luck/ Show them it's on the floor but what if the tempo be to (?) shoot him with the automatic bullets, it's a wonderful d
-Wyldlife #2-Hook-
To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what you gon' do? To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what them gon' do'To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what you gon' do? To the power of the Moors I buckshot put it on/ It will always be a gathering, so what them gon' do?
-Wyldlife #2-
We invent after every year/ Spit em up, body slap molaria, hit them up with this bacteria/With my mental
-Wyldlyfe #3-
(Ya,uh hot shit) I put this on, all my dogs/ Who down fo the sucka flicks, who can't be found (What??)
-Hook-
-Wyldlife #4-
That man on the money, I got my name spelled out from A to Z/ Show me the (?) my nigga Rippa, rest in peace/
-Wyldlife #5-
How about my (?)
-Wyldlife #6-
Project born, we out up the cut/ Wood's, we be buckin
-Chaos-
Ya my luck,
-Wyldlife #7-
My niggas be smashin, before I be through crashin/ You ever gonna get on the mic and represent your city?/ That's all im askin, you know I be top notchin/ My words stay ready for pistol grippin/ Just let me know when niggas is trippin, cause im way past due to pop my clip in (Haha)