[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Yeah, this for all you non-believers
Especially out in the C-O
Man, fuck y'all n***as

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Woo! Yeah, I'm talented
When I die, you can see what's deep in my eye (my eye)
Woo! Yeah, I'm talented
When I die, you can see what's deep in my eye (my eye)

[Maje$ty]
7 Sign...

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
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)
N***a, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up
Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out
Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7
What am I yellin'? Murderer
N***a, once you come you must pay like crazy if you
(Muthafucka, don't play me) play me
N***a, 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)
[Verse 2: 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

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
Woo! Yeah, I'm talented
When I die, you can see what's deep in my eye (my eye)
Woo! Yeah, I'm talented
When I die, you can see what's deep in my eye (my eye)

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
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)
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 n***a, 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, do it, 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
And I riot with the Ripsta, let 'em hit ya with the scripture
Picture me loced out and smoked out with a half of fifth of liquor
[Verse 4: Maje$ty]
Three sixty-five, I revolve around trees
They'll be Japanese Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies
N***a, 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 n***as make me laugh
Sell a dream to 'em - cash
No loyality, grab they royalties and dash
My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected
Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole
Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime
It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business
Grab your earlobe and bend, this is big business, buy tapes
Don't lend, n***as mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me?
Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili
Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook
So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it
I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless
Word sound 'til I'm foamin'
Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin'
Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans
More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles
And promotions make me more potent
Deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind
Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind
Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame
The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain
[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
I'm a let a n***a know
You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat
I gives a fuck about no n***a
Don't be no (corvie) - ass n***a
I'm tryin' to tell n***as that off the rip
Off the rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind)

[Verse 5: Bizzy Bone]
Where's tha mob? Find your specialty, let's give this n***a a job
Is you ready for jail? Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob
We can spar, but you'll get drop (drop)
I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop
Better look out for mom, been doomed since the womb
When he put me in my tomb
I've been thuggin' so assume when I entered your room, boom
Stomped through Compton and cities y'all ain't never heard of
And listen I bet there's thousand people screamin' out murder, murder, rip ya
Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got alive
I'm talented, when I die you can see what's deep in my eyes
Trues ride but trues die, my n***a, don't cry
I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie
So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental
So piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental
One n***a got amped and off he in the trap with some
They took a chance and lost
Let's spray everybody and gangsta gone
Don't finish the wars when they ain't over
I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close
And they got so hard if it ain't starved
This family that don't give a fuck who you are
It ain't nothin' like some trouble
How close? How far (how far, how far)?