BIZZY

Okay, okay

Okay, okay

Shit done hit the fan

I respect the game but not how these niggas playin

Stickin to the script, they be stickin up they bros

Slick talkin, fake pimpin and they really be the hoes

Folks really fugazi, too shaky

They wish wash, still ain't clean

Real they seem, but can't be

Aye, okay

Let's get to it, I'm advanced

Niggas chirping, need a boost

Guess they still on minute plans

Boys be throwin rocks

Okay, that's cool now show me hands

Built up like a block boy

Shoot the ones, I'm tryna dance

Feel like exercise but I can't be the bigger man

I could never be influenced

I'm fluent in where I stand

I know they hate me now

When I was cool, they hated then

I know they mind made up

They out here makin up they friends

They talkin bold

But trust me I know they skin is thin

Once I'm in that mode

Outta your control, I finish it

I'll be at your door

Ring your bell like I'm delivering

Boy said he was him

Bleed em, okay now he hemorrhaging

Nigga had to

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Niggas talk a whole lot

Lame

Love to gossip

Cause they ain't hot

Lame

Stand on somethin

Let ya nuts

Hang

I ate his lunch

Ain't leave a crumb