(feat. Maje$Ty)[Bizzy]\nYeah, this for all you non-believers\nEspecially out in the C-O\nMan, f**k y\'all niggas\nWoo! Yeah, I\'m tellin ya when I die\nYou can see what\'s deep in my eye (my eye) [x2]\n\n[Maje$ty]\n7 Sign...\n\n[Bizzy]\nI put who got you, too, who shot you\nWho got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) \nLook who got you, too, who shot you\nWho got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)\n\nNigga, this Mo Thug and we can get f**ked-up\nEven if I\'m under surveillance, I watch out\nWanna win, and f**k \'em up daily, throwin\' up 7\nWhat am I yellin\'? Murderer\nNigga, once you come you must pay likecrazy if you \n(Muthaf**ka, don\'t play me) play me\nNigga, not today\nI see you but you can\'t see me\nI know with all of government and\nYes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb)\n\n[Maje$ty]\nGot your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn\nBlastin\' out your steroes or your headphones\nThe roots exploited clones; therefore\nIt\'s my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit\nArtistic skin abrasion, so when \'em fadin\' my worldly reflections\nIt\'s magnified to new levels of elevation\n\n[Bizzy]\nSeven sign, seven, seven sign\nSeven, seventh sign seal\nYeah, now y\'all know, yeahYeah, I\'m tellin ya when I die\nyou can see what\'s deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes)\n\n[Bizzy]\nI put who got you, too, who shot you\nWho got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) \nLook who got you, too, who shot you\nWho got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)\n\nThe Rip here to runin the street\nAnd flippin\' on police, yeah they know me\nI\'m not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears\nAnd at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie\nAll b*tches, look into it as you want the real killa?\nWell, pull out your pistol, b*tch, and shoot it, shoot it\nAnd you knew it, do it, when,when you looked in my eyes\nI\'m ready to die\nAnd I hope my mama really loves me\n\'Cause daddy\'s bye-bye\nInner pride with the Ripsta\nLet \'em hit ya with the scripture\nPicture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of\n\n[Maje$ty]\nThree sixty-five out of all the round trees\nThey\'ll be Japanese, Maje$ty\'s corruptin\' record companies\nNigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze\nAnd crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back\nSacks only in dress pants\nhave you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?\nI have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh\nSell a dream to \'em\nCash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash\nMy overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected\nLyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole\nPockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime\nIt\'s made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business\nGrab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes\nDon\'t lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me?\nGot bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili\nExplore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook\nSo when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it\nI had to maintain my mental frame, and now I\'m Boneless\nWord sound \'til I\'m foamin\'\nCybergenics wanted my genes for clonin\'\nDisownin\' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans\nMore than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles\nAnd promotions make me more potent\nDeadly to the mind, \'causin\' somethin\' to be blind\nRe-define lines entertwined with all mankind\nWould that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame\nThe boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain\n\n[Bizzy talking]\nI\'m a let a nigga know\nYou know what I\'m sayin\', just right off the bat\nI gives a f**k about no nigga\nDon\'t be no (corvie) - ass niggaI\'m tryin\' to tell niggas that off the rip\nOff the rippa, baby (I must me losin\' my mind)\n\nWhere\'s the mob?\nFind your specialty, let\'s give this nigga a job\nIs you ready for jail?\nYes and no, but somebody\'s gonna try to rob\nWe can spar, but you gon\' drop (drop)\nI\'m a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop\nBetter look out formiles, been doomed since I wombWill he put me in my tomb?I\'ve been thuggin\' so assume when I enter your room, boomStomped through ComptonAnd cities y\'all ain\'t never heard of and listenI bet there\'s thousand people screamin\' out\"Murder, murderin\' ya\"Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got a lifeI\'m tatted so when I die you can see what\'s deep my eyesTrues ride but trues die, my nigga, don\'t cryI shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lieSo I try, but it ain\'t nothin\' for my mentalSo p*ss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rentalOne nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-offThey took a chance and lostlet\'s spray A-K and make gangsta goneDon\'t finish the wars when they ain\'t overI love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so closeAnd they got so ? if it ain\'t ?This family that don\'t give a f**k who you areIt ain\'t nothin\' like some troubleHow close? How far (how far, how far)? bizzy, Bone, E1999, Harmony, krayzie, layzie, Thugs