Bizzy Bone-(Sho Shot)-
(I miss you) See this is Tru Life
-Sho Shot-(Bizzy Bone)-
I miss you, I miss you/ Yes, I do (For all my folks on lock) For my G's that are locked down, we're gonna lace it for you, yeah (Thug Luv)
-Tru Life-
Yo' this heres to the homie P, dreggin' they chrome/ Hold your head, stay outta trouble and just to grow up/ I put it down with Bizzy Bone, so you know that it's on/ I miss y'all n***as to death, I put my heart in this song/ To make the biggest n***as drop tears way up in Attica, sittin' in they cells, doin' push-ups, I ain't mad at 'cha/ I'm tryin to get this money up to free ya Cuz and unite all of the thugs, Latin Kings, Crips, Bloods/ Hey yo' Blas, what up n***a? You's a wild-ass cat/ If I had a penny for every time you got knocked, I'd be rich, black/ It's time to come home, settle down, and switch that, and find a new life, and walk in the path of Allah/ Robert Jane and Mike Motorson, I really miss ya'll/ I really miss ya'll man
-Sho Shot-(Tru Life)-Chorus-
I miss you (I miss ya'll n***as baby) There's no other way to say it (Word to the mother man. I can't live without ya'll man) and I can't live without you/ I miss, I miss you (Ya'll n***as hurry up and get home, man. I need ya'll home man) For all my G.I.'s that's locked, we laced it (I love ya'll.) And I can't live without you
-Bizzy Bone-
She tellin' me 'Ooh, what we gon' do?' Get out the county, my celly was yellin' so loudly/ The sky was so cloudy when I just made bail and I'm outtie/ But daddy was doped up, loc'd up on the police/ 138 snub and a drugged out thug, hopin' to detox, instillin' no love to be locked down/ Lookin' down these hilltops, drink Hennessey, feelin' my tears drop/ We're not cryin' cause we're dyin'/ We're cryin' we don't know who's next, but fear not/ Political prisoners and lil' n***as, ya'll all scared nigs/ Somebody start a riot, killas I came up with and dealers I know who stay quiet/ No letters, but big boxes, pictures of her naked, she's a fox/ Hope you like it/ Pass it around and get some contraband and set up your shop/ Set up your shop/ Set up your shop/ Set up your shop (Sellin' weed brownies and hooch) Clock some money, keep your cock to yourself, watch out for the haters, there's my lock down love/ Papa'll tell/ Papa'll tell/ Two Double-8 that Double-8 Zero/ We low key thuggin' Lil' Gambino, you know
-Sho Shot-(Bizzy Bone)-Chorus-
I miss you (Robert Ullyses Flores) There's no other way to say it (Timothy Combs. White Boi Roy, haha. Tai.) and I can't live without you/ I miss, I miss you (St. Clair. Homie keep thuggin' keep thuggin') For all my G.I.'s that's locked, we laced it (Locked down love) And I can't live without you
-Tru Life-
Yo' every night before I go to bed I pray for my n***as that's locked down in maximum prisons doin' crazily years/ Like my cousin Jewel, who ain't touched the streets in years/ I miss him to death and can't wait till he touch ground/ Especially now that Joey Handz gave us a chance to tour across the land, get rich and cop Lex Lan's/ Damn, I wish you was home to help me blow my advance/ Soon as I get some real paper I'm a take care of your seeds/ Son, that's worked to achieve, you ain't got to worry/ I'm a hit you with about 20 G's in commersary/ Son, I know I haven't been there throughout your whole bid cause I was always broke, stressed out, depressed and shit, but I always thought about you and the things you did/ You was a wild n***a, probably the wildest in the crew/ But I bet if you could go back you wouldn't of bodied Duke if you knew pullin' that trigger was killin' yourself too/ And leavin' me and the world and the fam. just missin' you
-Sho Shot-(Tru Life)-Chorus-
I miss you (Word up Cuz. I miss you baby. I miss you man.) There's no other way to say it (I don't even know how to say it man) and I can't live without you/ I miss, I miss you (I miss all of ya'll that's locked up man. Blas, Raul, Mike all ya'll n***as man) For all my G.I.'s that's locked, we laced it (Word up, what's up baby?) And I can't live without you
-Tru Life-Outro-
To all my motherfuckin' South Central n***as out there, in the Pen, somewhere, thinkin' about this shit here. (We miss ya'll baby.) I miss ya'll n***as man. My n***a Lil' GC, uh. You did about 18, time to come home n***a. Yeah. Rest in peace Duke, boi. (What up baby? Dig that.) Sick ass n***as baby. (We out.) I'm a get ya'll n***as. Uh. Tru Life. Sho Shot. Bizzy Bone. You know, mojo, ya heard me? Doja
