Real

BIZZY BONE REAL (FREESTYLE) LYRICS Intro: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez) (Yeah I’m so real, real, real, real) Driving on the motherf**king freeway and shit, you know what I’m saying? 70 motherf**king miles per motherf**king hour You know I’ma reach it up to 75, this how we do it baby Boy get much more motherf**king deeper Man this the motherf**king reaper is hanging on your shoulders I wanna give him a hug and tell him that I love him and I’m getting older And life is getting colder but motherf**ker’s words are getting bolder Verse 1: Bizzy Bone While I’m walking in the trenches of Cali I’m feeling these motherf**kers wanna see me all f**ked up in an alley They wanna see me with no money, they really wanna see me hungry But of course I’m gonna clean myself, I’m feeling lovely As they walking through the matrix, don’t even say it Homeless ain’t homeless nigga, they ain’t boneless And don’t play it, ain’t no hatred Motherf**kers don’t even know, don’t even say it Give it back to these niggas, they don’t need no knowledge Motherf**kers need to pay some homage I ain’t even trying to take your a*s to the ghetto or spiritual college Cause these motherf**kers don’t know and leather squallas I need a bomber so I can hang through the cold So I can hang through the bold so I can hang with the old Meaning the the ancients as they sitting over and watching This is the way we do it, the time is ticking and its the clock Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone) To heal (I’m a real motherf**ker till they kill me) I‘ma blaze the weed, hit the drink Baby that’s just me (I’m a real motherf**ker till they kill me) Yeah I’m so real, real, real, real (x2) Verse 2: Bizzy Bone (Chris Notez) My battles, they be coming in dreams And motherf**kers don’t know that I’m seeing through the seams As I crease up the jeans and I buckle the belt And I rock this motherf**ker, it ain’t for myself And I rock this motherf**ker, it ain’t for my dealth And I rock this motherf**ker, it ain’t for my health Cause Imma drink what I drink, Imma smoke what I smoke If I die from the liver cancer, bitch I joke I’m a real motherf**ker till they kill me (Yeah I’m so real, real, real, real) Thou shall never kill, this is how they grill me This is how they gonna feel me, this is how they are awaken And this is that, that awoke, they say “BB you still smoking?” Course I need some chronic in my system Motherf**kers won’t even f**king listen Gotta get them when you get them, you ridding them when you rid them If you listen then you listen if not what the f**k Chorus: Chris Notez (Bizzy Bone) To heal (I’m a real motherf**ker till they kill me) I‘ma blaze the weed, hit the drink Baby that’s just me (I’m a real motherf**ker till they kill me) Yeah I’m so real, real, real, real (x2) Outro: Bizzy Bone One time for their motherf**king mind, most motherf**king definitely Motherf**kers can’t even come up in this motherf**king garden With no shit, flat out get the f**k outta here World wanna know nothing, that’s why God put 9 percent of the brain Take out that cerebellum for me mayne They don’t need to know nothing, one time for they mind Be easy on them cuz