Letras: Bizzy Bone. Seeing Things.

[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Rock and roll. Naw, this that flip flop flow, fuck them boys. Man, if you niggas gon' do somethin man (Hit that shit right there nigga) let's do some shit nigga. We can turn this mothafucka into Dodge City mothafucka. Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?

[Bizzy Bone:]
Someone caught stressin (?) and he started framing out of his (?)
Haven't you heard? Runnin in 90s on one hundred and twenty third
T-Rock done got shot, and I got, to find a murderer with a double edge pump, a church killer don't worship and when the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel, she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Doti
Havin a ball...but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray for redemption
Runaway slaves, you house nigga
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, and grab your crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (Nigga what you niggas wanna get fucked up?) nigga
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and bust my gun
Thuggin and bum rush the punks
Runnin a muck from dusk to dawn
Money for blood, stop, till they pump
But it walkin off, slow
It show us I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness
Glance at BB, baby
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck

[Bizzy Bone:]
Ha, motherfucker. Nigga, these hoe ass niggas don't wanna see me nigga. In the motherfuckin cross section bitch. I'll bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucka. You hoes just don't know, do you boy? I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you

[Bizzy Bone:]
Literally possessed, I got veins poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist
Got em all breathless
Than I suggest you'd ask magic
For The Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops search the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see, I'm sorta like Dorothy, but I'm a soldier, the wickedest witch in the west can't have me
Fuck the shoe, look barefoot, roll over Todo, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green
Never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouijia
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances
What?!? I'm back in Kansas
It was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels and the d-low, he-he-he seein things (Seein things)

[Bizzy Bone:]
Bitch (I keep on seeing things). And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker. Hell yea. Fuck all these demons. Can't none of you hoes stop me.

[Bizzy Bone:]
Little Confucius, for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
But my niggas in the middle ballin and we wont stop
The foul sinnin the killin now
And then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back
From prison but don't nobody feel him but them niggas around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
Everyone nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls better make us and touch
No one will touch me one wait till they ruff enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt
I dont even erupt
Creep on ah come up, what up
Trapped in a rapture the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you we havin a blast you tatterd like cattle
And medalion diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows
Out of the battlefield...

[Bizzy Bone:]
I bust on you bitches on the freeway motherfucka! (It was all a...) Fuck all these demons. (It was all a...) I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker. Fuck all these demons. (It was all a...dream...dream....) And I spoke my mind, hell yea. And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfuckas.