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7 Sign (Bizzy)

アーティスト:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony  作詞:FEASTER CEDRIC JR/MAJESTY/MC CANE BRYON/BIZZY BONE  作曲:MIDDLETON TIM/U NEEK 

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Bizzy: Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the C-O. Man, f**k y'all niggas. Yeah, I'm (tatted) so when I die, you can see what's deep in my eye (my eye). Maje$ty: 7 Sign . . . Bizzy: I put who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you). Look who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you). Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get f**ked-up even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out, wanna win, and f**k 'em up daily, throwin' up 7, what am I yellin'? Murderer. Nigga, once you come must be like crazy if you (Muthaf**ka, don't play me) play me. Nigga, not today. I see you but you can't see me. I know with all of government and, yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb). Maje$ty: Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn, blastin' out your steroes or your headphones. The roots exploited clones; therefore, it's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit. Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections, it's magnified to new levels of elevation. Bizzy: Seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh sign, C-O. Yeah, now y'all know, yeah. Yeah, I'm (tatted) so when I die, you can see what's deep in m y eye (my eyes, my eyes). Now, look who got you, then, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you). Look who got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you). Bizzy: The Rip here to run in the street, and flippin' on police, yeah they know me, I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears, and at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie. All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it. And you knew it, too, when, when you looked in my eyes, I'm ready to die. And I hope my mama really loves me, 'cause daddy's bye-bye. Inner pride with the Ripsta, let 'em hit ya with the scripture, picture me loc'd out and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?). Maje$ty: Three sixty-five out of all the round trees, they'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies. Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back, slacks only in dress pants, have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have. Hollywood niggas make me laugh. Sell a dream to 'em. Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash.


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