Letra de Stress Builds - Bizzy Bone
Letra de canci�n de Stress Builds de Bizzy Bone lyrics
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
And through all of the drama that's goin on (Evidently everyday...)/ Pop...when this stress builds in ya mouth....(Evidently everyday...)...../ And through all of the drama that's goin on (Evidently everyday...)/ And pop...when this stress builds in ya mouth....(Evidently everyday...).....
-Prince Rasu-
In the midst of the darkest nights/ Sparkin off the highest flights, in project buildings blast at civilians, with scope rifles/ Cycles of the physcho children, millions of the revenue/ What we seekin these avenues, steady breakin down crumbs for the royal crown, amongst animals/ Do the half of you understand, the mind state of the most official?/ I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fucking issues/ It's drama, kickin off/ Infrared blazers is blazin hot/ Burnin up your whole block, Lord forgive em, they know not/ Fuck a cop, with the blood clot, buck em till they holla (Holla...)/ We gon' let it rain, like Nina Ross with tommy gun monster rockers/ Eventually niggas die/ By crashes of Crimson Tides/ Slippin time in your life, lines is fallen on Energon/ It's live baby, air out (?) fo' fives crazy/ Drama kicks off, with fatal rock-a-bye-bye baby
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Dramas runnin up on ya/ When I come around the corner with a pocket full of marijuana, dive for the board/ They got me searchin for the telly talkin to my celly, but I be all/ Tell em "Bust em in your mothafuckin belly"/ Ain't you ready? If the world should end again, I don't really wanna but I'm gonna be ready for the end and thats the drama/ And if ya really want it you can get it right back to the beginnin/ Now who's feelin the feelin the karma? Vigiliant militant, the military marchin and arm us/ Gats and.../ Comin out of the kitchen for the ammunition, run and buckin/ Jump outta the window, my gun bustin and bleedin (So fast) bleedin from the glass/ Tellin myself jump up and let off another blast to the alleys in the bead of Malli/ To the riots in Pelican Bay, when the fella's say "Fuck...." (Shh...) everyday...
-Chorus-
-Big B-
Floss mo, for my people/ Got me right trapped where I shouldn't be/ Layed back, fucked up on Hennessy/ Bitch you know me, them dib and dab in everything/ Now how the fuck am I gon' get rich? (Gon get rich)/ Hit this lick (Hit this lick), jack that bitch (Jack that bitch), kill this bitch (Kill this bitch), hide this bitch (Hide this bitch)/ Hop in the Benz with Bizzy, promise you won't say shit/ Sing, for the calico, yes, I believe in God/ Run up on his car door, homeboy you gotta die/ Meet your maka, never no faka, I grind for mine/ Big boy, I shine for mine/ Fat nigga will fold, impress your girl/ Doin things your man dream about/ Sing "Rap hurts so"......
And through all of the drama that's goin on (Evidently everyday...)/ Pop...when this stress builds in ya mouth....(Evidently everyday...)...../ And through all of the drama that's goin on (Evidently everyday...)/ And pop...when this stress builds in ya mouth....(Evidently everyday...).....
-Prince Rasu-
In the midst of the darkest nights/ Sparkin off the highest flights, in project buildings blast at civilians, with scope rifles/ Cycles of the physcho children, millions of the revenue/ What we seekin these avenues, steady breakin down crumbs for the royal crown, amongst animals/ Do the half of you understand, the mind state of the most official?/ I ride with this demonstration, you will die for your fucking issues/ It's drama, kickin off/ Infrared blazers is blazin hot/ Burnin up your whole block, Lord forgive em, they know not/ Fuck a cop, with the blood clot, buck em till they holla (Holla...)/ We gon' let it rain, like Nina Ross with tommy gun monster rockers/ Eventually niggas die/ By crashes of Crimson Tides/ Slippin time in your life, lines is fallen on Energon/ It's live baby, air out (?) fo' fives crazy/ Drama kicks off, with fatal rock-a-bye-bye baby
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Dramas runnin up on ya/ When I come around the corner with a pocket full of marijuana, dive for the board/ They got me searchin for the telly talkin to my celly, but I be all/ Tell em "Bust em in your mothafuckin belly"/ Ain't you ready? If the world should end again, I don't really wanna but I'm gonna be ready for the end and thats the drama/ And if ya really want it you can get it right back to the beginnin/ Now who's feelin the feelin the karma? Vigiliant militant, the military marchin and arm us/ Gats and.../ Comin out of the kitchen for the ammunition, run and buckin/ Jump outta the window, my gun bustin and bleedin (So fast) bleedin from the glass/ Tellin myself jump up and let off another blast to the alleys in the bead of Malli/ To the riots in Pelican Bay, when the fella's say "Fuck...." (Shh...) everyday...
-Chorus-
-Big B-
Floss mo, for my people/ Got me right trapped where I shouldn't be/ Layed back, fucked up on Hennessy/ Bitch you know me, them dib and dab in everything/ Now how the fuck am I gon' get rich? (Gon get rich)/ Hit this lick (Hit this lick), jack that bitch (Jack that bitch), kill this bitch (Kill this bitch), hide this bitch (Hide this bitch)/ Hop in the Benz with Bizzy, promise you won't say shit/ Sing, for the calico, yes, I believe in God/ Run up on his car door, homeboy you gotta die/ Meet your maka, never no faka, I grind for mine/ Big boy, I shine for mine/ Fat nigga will fold, impress your girl/ Doin things your man dream about/ Sing "Rap hurts so"......
