Bizzy Bone - Enigma lyrics

[Intro] Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Oh, sh** Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet, I'm huntin' wabbits [Verse 1] I'ma let my nuts hang, n***a In these tight pants until the buck spray With a 12 gauge, I don't give a f** n***a, f** them Anybody, everybody with a bottle I don't lie, without my army, I ain't sorry Yeah, n***a, that's Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg Hear the gun so big it'll blow a n***a brain into crosswords Little nickie hit a [?] That's soft shores 'cause the god damn Converse Chicken dippin' like it's tossed served But those lost words be the same but I saw worse I had the [?] first I let it thaw first to that [?] Every n***a egotistical without a flaw Standing right there beside ya like God Drippin', I ain't trippin', I got a couple of 'em, dawg [Chorus] Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, n***a We get even, n***a, don't be afraid of Steven I'll let big boy hit you with a cig, boy I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathin' An enigma And that culture need 'em And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like a n***a gonna often need 'em When I all see 'em runnin' like a [?] millimeter [Verse 2] But I am a good leader I give you another banger I give you another heater Remember me, mother f**er The felon [?] on the album cover Appointed the capo brothers To 50, I'm poppa borhter The Michael of our brother The cyclical nature that all around the [?] brothers It wouldn't touch a n***a money, got the salary, brother Micky and Mallory, brother I got that cal on me, brother With that [?] on you mother f**ers I'm about to pull the musket out And let it off in this mother f**er Watch your mouth, you n***as soft in this mother f**er Bet the industry just tossed you out All slaves on the label, little god damn co*k s**ers Y'all livin' off show money Get paid every first of the month, that's mo' money It'll be from the grave at the crossroads When I look at my sons say, "That's your money" Murda, murda, murda, I am general You little n***as sure ain't sweet These n***as think we runnin' TMZ And I'm a free emcee I got love for the young folks [?] in the field chasin' a rabbit, my n***as hunt But I can't front but I'm chillin' My artillery is steady, get heavy mother f**in' place that I'ma go so I be ready [Break] Po-po done already here Run out the back with the peer Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew [Verse 3] PM is all in my DM b**h I'ma call when I see 'em Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone, I'ma see how you bein' n***as is stealing my cams, is grippin' the yams, yeah Whippin' the yams And all of my people that roll with the Bone When I'm comin' to give what we stand, uh I wasn't already here [Break] Po-po done already here Run out the back with the peer Hopefully they will not follow me or I will pull out my pistol and pew-pew [Chorus] Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland, n***a We get even, n***a Don't be afraid of Steven I let big boy hit you with a sig boy I'm like Siegfried with that vulture breathin' An enigma And that culture need 'em And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina 'Cause it looks like a n***a gonna often need 'em When I all see 'em runnin' like a [?] millimeter