Fa Sho

Bizzy Bone-Intro-

Ya, lets have some fun with him.

Who's song is that? (Yall know what your tlaking about?)(Ya,uh)

Mob Life. Little Bizzy Bone,

Bone Thugs n Harmony. Yes,

7th Sign (I'm out). In full effect baby. (Count off)



-Bizzy Bone-(Chick)-Chorus-

One for the money/ Two for the show,

Oh no! (Do you wanna ride for sho'?

)/ And thanks to the rhythm you know I'm gangsta ghetto

(Ghetto), do you fo sho?

(Do you wanna ride for sho')/ One for the money/ Two

for the show, Oh no! (Do you wanna ride for sho'?

)/ And thanks to the rhythm you know I'm gangsta ghetto(Ghetto),

do you fo sho? (Do you wanna ride for sho')



-Bizzy Bone-

Havin a party god damn/ Its another ghetto bash,

its fast comin to bring em right at ya/ Lives to the

grapevines/ Business type,

nobody can break us/ Got a little Italian in me,

but I'm not paper chasin/ Gimme money like basketball

players, and richer than Casey Layons with the heat,

seeks the street damn my dead friends/ I hope that

he said his prayers before he met his end,

broke bread/ Make a mends with your maker,

I love my creator/ I never been a hater,

my baby momma stole all my Gators/ My face keep craters,

but dog for real we still down/ You know that block

keeps me still/ You got the scrilla,

I got the scrilla/ You know the deal,

if its on than its on/ Flip the blunt,

we go peel/ To the family,

polish up the Grammy and chill/ What do you know,

Papi Chullo got a record deal (Record deal)



-Chorus-



-Court Dog-

Midwest representers, write that down,

never go home/ We gettin' the money,

I'm makin' the bids, we lay 'em down,

so ruff so tuff/ We hittin' them corners and hittin

them blocks and buy me some 25's/ None of you haters

in case you ain't know its Court Dogg with 7th Sign/

7th Sign soldiers, you hatin?

It ain't kosher/ You roll or get rolled over/ Layin'

in that black trunk with a chaffer/ We criminals tryna

be rapper, smash em (Yes we is)/ So the question we

gotta be askin' 'So would you wanna be holdin your

pants? Get my parlayed, thug passion' We leave the

ladies grinnin from ear to ear/ With the back stretched

from here to here/ Heres some playas,

its pretty its pretty/ Its pretty clear,

you dig?/ We leave them clearances/ You really wanna

compare (?)/ What you think this is?

The D Boy, 7th Sign choppin' trees,

timber! And Court Dog, the long lost Bone,

nigga/ Braids blowin' in the wind/ Got nothin' but

money to spend, sippin' Henn/ Runnin' it and let this free wheel spin



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-Chick-

Its Court Dogg and Mob Life/ And Bizzy Bone and 7th

Sign (Gotta get up)/ Its Court Dogg and Mob Life/ And

Bizzy Bone and 7th Sign (Gotta get up)



-Court Dog-

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party,

Court Dog' buyin' drinks for everybody/ I only kick

with realist, guerillas, and dealers,

can't fade the wannabe haters and sqealers/ I'm breakin'

the figures and givin' it in,

and time to deliver these heavy hitters; Bone Thugs

N Harmony, you with us/ 2 Sic you D Boy,

you know they feel us/ The haters,

they want me to stop but see,

I can't/ When saw all my game,

I told 'em me name and I'm laughin' all the way to

the bank (Ha ha) and you know it's fa' sho'



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