Bizzy Bone - Real lyrics

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Bizzy Bone - Real lyrics

BIZZY BONE REAL (FREESTYLE) LYRICS Intro: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez) (Yeah Im so real, real, real, real) Driving on the motherf**ing freeway and sh**, you know what Im saying? 70 motherf**ing miles per motherf**ing hour You know Ima reach it up to 75, this how we do it baby Boy get much more motherf**ing deeper Man this the motherf**ing reaper is hanging on your shoulders I wanna give him a hug and tell him that I love him and Im getting older And life is getting colder but motherf**ers words are getting bolder Verse 1: Bizzy Bone While Im walking in the trenches of Cali Im feeling these motherf**ers wanna see me all f**ed up in an alley They wanna see me with no money, they really wanna see me hungry But of course Im gonna clean myself, Im feeling lovely As they walking through the matrix, dont even say it Homeless aint homeless n***a, they aint boneless And dont play it, aint no hatred Motherf**ers dont even know, dont even say it Give it back to these n***as, they dont need no knowledge Motherf**ers need to pay some homage I aint even trying to take your a** to the ghetto or spiritual college Cause these motherf**ers dont know and leather squallas I need a bomber so I can hang through the cold So I can hang through the bold so I can hang with the old Meaning the the ancients as they sitting over and watching This is the way we do it, the time is ticking and its the clock Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone) To heal (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me) Ima blaze the weed, hit the drink Baby thats just me (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me) Yeah Im so real, real, real, real (x2) Verse 2: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez) My battles, they be coming in dreams And motherf**ers dont know that Im seeing through the seams As I crease up the jeans and I buckle the belt And I rock this motherf**er, it aint for myself And I rock this motherf**er, it aint for my dealth And I rock this motherf**er, it aint for my health Cause Imma drink what I drink, Imma smoke what I smoke If I die from the liver cancer, b**h I joke Im a real motherf**er till they k** me (Yeah Im so real, real, real, real) Thou shall never k**, this is how they grill me This is how they gonna feel me, this is how they are awaken And this is that, that awoke, they say BB you still smoking? Course I need some chronic in my system Motherf**ers wont even f**ing listen Gotta get them when you get them, you ridding them when you rid them If you listen then you listen if not what the f** Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone) To heal (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me) Ima blaze the weed, hit the drink Baby thats just me (Im a real motherf**er till they k** me) Yeah Im so real, real, real, real (x2) Outro: Bizzy Bone One time for their motherf**ing mind, most motherf**ing definitely Motherf**ers cant even come up in this motherf**ing garden With no sh**, flat out get the f** outta here World wanna know nothing, thats why God put 9 percent of the brain Take out that cerebellum for me mayne They dont need to know nothing, one time for they mind Be easy on them cuz

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