[Bizzy Bone-Chorus]

Murdah is out of control Murdah just let it blow (It blow)

Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga

[Bizzy Bone]

Know this liquor prolly killin my liver

The villian is still in effect And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct

Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept

Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja

Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came

Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of

fact I'ma do mine all day I don't sniff coke, I like to make money

Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed

Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin

Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga Fresh and

remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile Capo, my nigga what

Nigga execution always my guns is crippin cuz, P.B.D. posse

I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...

And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."

[Chorus]

-Prince Rasu-

Be careful as fuck, baby, take precaution fo' sho'

They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire off a Calico

Bastard, I'm a animal

My guradians was avenues

My Lord be my shepherd, but my swarms for collatoral

Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end?

I'm suited up in Timberland boots,

Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, its time to take my own stand Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens

Pumpin the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death

I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul

Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord

Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down Ride with the 7th Sign Violate, we gone clown Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown

Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog

This is my town, your town

[Chorus]

[Josiah Rasu]

Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass

Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious

Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend,

I'm tryin to be gone before them souljahs come marchin in You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up

Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper

I ain't scared to die

I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so

I'ma stay real until my heart stop

My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life

I am the light, and if you miss us then u misses haven't heard of murder Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa

Than I, there was no cap peelas

[Chorus]

[H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious]

Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters

Analyzin' we done plottin' Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage

Ransom, trillion dollars

Low tolerence

Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's

The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime

Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed

Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground

Told you we ain't fuckin' around

Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account

Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank

Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal

Your record labels'sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity

Raise up off these N-U-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please

We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell no

Call us the money makers, pullin' capers Baby momma need that paper

Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato Only gets greater later

Better believe in playa haters, see

[Chorus]