Paroles de Not afraid

-intro-bizzy-
(wrestling with papers.) yeah. studio rat productions. (and this is how we ride...) uh. you know i come from bone thugs n harmony.

Bizzy bone
My 7th sign niggas steal anything that ain't nailed down/ come around my way, that's how we monster mash/ sip that crown all day every day, hey, hey/ in and out we play, fresh out of them caucuss mountains/ fountain of youth, i am the future and truth/ the revolution, a runaway slave, don't stop till the execution/ i'm rappin' workin' for my paper, won't beg for no restitution/ bizzy be khaki'd up, baby does it in mink/ gotta love me cause i'm ghetto fabulous, what do you think? half breed, rock the mic/ sellin' the rock, no pink/ givin' the people what they like, i've heard of murder, murder but i don't know what they like, colonel klink, think/ i ain't had a drink in four motherfuckin' weeks, i'm finna go split my dome, what do you think? you better believe it

-chorus-bizzy-
And i'm not afraid to die, and i'm not afraid to fight/ and we can bang, bang! all day, all day, all night, all night, all night/ this is how we ride, this is how we ride/ and i'm not afraid to die, and i'm not afraid to fight/ so we can bang, bang! all day, all day, all night, all night, all night/ this is how we ride, this is how we ride, this is how we ride, this is how ride

Bizzy bone
Puertoricans call me poppie chulo/ stop! drop! poppin' the pump/ black mafioso, bullets be riddlin' through you fucks/ got a cop coppin' the co-co, the block is hotter than liable/ this is devotion, holler/ run up, get broke off proper/ your hatred is gasoline, my words are vitamin mena/ you need to shut your mouth and mind your manners/ gettin' high since i was nine/ dead homies, i can still smell pine/ and whether i twist my tongue or not, lil' bizzy still gon' shine/ so we latch your mind and let your conscious be free, and get down to murderous music from me, check out my new thang/ please, don't let 'em rap they wack, don't let know how to move thangs, packed/ i've played in stadiums, third mark and i do thang phat/ fact, that i'm the rebel that made it rappin' about crack/ read many books to elevate my levels so the words will match/ fresh batch, bakery/ seasons veteran catch, now let me ride/ got to thank god just for saving a wretch, so ya'll come on

-chorus-bizzy-

Bizzy bone
Bizzy ain't never made no honor roll, dope dealin' and dropped out/ got addicted to money, can't stop it, this is what it's all about/ drop dillinger, and i don't know/ 7 is jumpin' with me/ black limo, window tinted/ roll it down, let 'em smell that sticky/ this' bizzy the kid, let the pressense come grace your city/ i refuse to go back to funerals, niggas be dyin' too quickly, cause the knuckleheads get buckled/ i know they comin' to get me, live my life like i'm blackened up, only the lights been with me/ here we go, enter the king, elected by the people/ and i gotta grip on things, i'm watchin' evil/ you know my stees, best believe that i'm gon' rip it from dust to dawn/ you can ask the matridee, bizzy got that filet mignon/ i don't need no input d, play the track as i control the symphony/ gotta get my monopoly; property of that nigga bizzy/ though he was hard and got his jaw rocked, bitch/ i could pass out, get up, start rappin' and have it all out

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