7 in the mornin', they kickin' down my momma's door Now tell me what is this motherfuckin' drama for? Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress
cryin': Sings: 'It's alright how you turn me down Mm-mm-mm I ain't got a dime Spoken: After she called for a ticket She heard this Special Streamline
Smokin' on a short newport If you wanna get high with me Roll a blunt and light the torch (nigga) Strap it on my waste 3-5-7 nigga play For you robbers
create Unstoppable, untouchable, motherfuckin worldwide mob figures Death Row at it's finest! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after
in the city after all that we done did all the toy give always school clothes and things. Even for Easter givin the kids bikes and for that they ain't cryin
I'm tied blind insignificant To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7/10 split again The medic made it out to be, epidemic shaded...wow for
nigga man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for
[Bizzy Bone-Chorus] Murdah is out of control Murdah just let it blow (It blow) Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough
man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for real Yeah
: [Bizzy Bone-Chorus] Murdah is out of control Murdah just let it blow (It blow) Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya
man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man for real