It's going down. {inhales} Ooh

Bizzy Bone Chorus
While I was walking in the cold, let me know/ Help the medicine, go down/ Heavenly Father, don't be mad at us now/ It's been a long way coming and we don't plan on goin' back/ Head to the ground, head to the ground

Bizzy Bone
(Head to the ground) And through the cemetery gins, and talkin' like they my friends I wanna reap by death cause I don't know what's happenin' with my kids (My babys)/ Never pray to God for the ends, not as much as I spend/ Oh I with the Benz, lemmonin, sinnin, endin, (?) bridgе / And I wish this drama-drama all would cease by walking the streets thеn without my heat heat (Oh) lookin' at me feet/ And the only time at peace was when we got high/ I know you got yours, that's why I got mine, got mine/ Big bitch! My n***a 'Nine went to jail for it/ Another n***a lost, but I'm sure it would've been better off if we knew the answers/ Let's say we chance all, somebody takes a stand ya'll/ Satan's got a plan ya'll that man's got to follow/ See, most of my friends is hollow and I pray for 'em and stay for 'em (Lord, thank you) I'm halfway home (?)/ Help the medicine, go down (Rest In Peace) Held the medicine, go down

-Chorus-

Bizzy Bone
Walking. Talking to God (Talkin' to God) Praying for forgiveness. (Prayin' for forgiveness-ness. Prayin' for forgiveness)
And see, I'm safe from this cause I've been prayin' for this and still, I get layed down on the pavement/ I done seen n***as that was listenin' to what I'm sayin'/ Stay sedated, heavily stressed out, thugged up/ I need a vacation/ Go to the schools and his little kids education/ Let all off them hater, hater, hater, haters hate us... Some of the old folks can't stand it/ Better make way, here comes that new generation/ Heaven'll make us, hope ya'll don't get'cha off in hatred/ Let's face it, some n***as I know reminds me of them old time racists/ If I ain't say it, somebody else would have said it/ Are we headed for death and destruction, I already read it/ I won't let it, Messiah, come on people die for the cause say "We should all overcome", oh oh (And God gon' make the laws)

Chorus

Layzie Bone
N***a, have you ever been undecided by commiting the violence? Strugglin' to fight it, livin' this life and you just ain't like it/ Makin' n***as break theyself cause a n***a can't buy it/ My mind feelin' so ziggity, waitin' for the day that The Lord come get me/ Pick me up and carry me home, you feelin' me? N***a, you wit me? N***a been runnin' these streets like all of my life/ Until the day I die I be stompin' marchin' in big black boots/ Dumpin' straight up chargin'/ These n***as dumpin' "Lock-N-Load" that's what I holler/ Holler! Holler! To all the real n***as that runnin' in the field everyday, got to risk they life for that dollar/ Grab your weapons, tighten your laces/ See them cops, off to the races/ Seen a lot of shit, been a lot of places/ Everywhere we go, it's them ghetto races/ Caught cases, facin' this jailtime/ Representin' that crime/ Got n***as out here gettin' down and dirty on the grind, it's about that milltime/ In the middle of it all, Heaven and Hell/ N***a, pick your goal/ Keep it real, n***a, save your soul/ In a world so cold, you never will know/ When the trumpets sound, when it all go down/ N***a, you ready for it? When the good Lord blow it? B.B. and Lay goin' home with out head down to the ground (Head down to the ground)