[Bizzy]   There is no way in hell (marching factions...)   That the blind can lead the blind (...regime takin' over my body...)   Unless somebody play the dog (...intertwined into my soul)   Split personality, -ality, -ality   Split personality, -ality, -ality   I'm in reality (foward march)   Waitin' for warfare   Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare   My army, marchin' factions, regime takin' over my body it seems   Regime, regime (forward march)       [Bizzy]   Hear the eruption when I'm pumpin and bustin', gotta give a concussion   Lovin' the lust and plus to touch me, rush me   Too much, you must be out of your mind   Trust me, I'm the nigga dumpin', tell 'em lovely   All the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71   We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the B-O-N-E   Hit the floor and go, and again we hit the door      [Capo]   Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum   Capo ballin' out of control, provoked emotions   Devotion, capture bankroll, behold the unknown treasure   Cherish your soul precious as solid gold roses   Thrown over decomposed bodies froze   Expose who chose to impose sleep   Deceased, buried six feet deep beneath hollow stone   Tragedy prolong memories, harmony, sing another sad song   Unsolved mysteries involve society   Only strong minds survive holocaust victims soft in our life die off   The (?) caught slippin', steppin' in deep shit, (?)   Ignorance lost (?)   The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless   In it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartriges   Off on enemy targets (bitch)   Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition   So mission accomplished      [Bizzy]   We're movin' in heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, watch out!   Waitin' for warfare   Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare   My army, marchin' factions   Regime takin' over my body it seems   Regime, regime      Well I'm a soldier, fuck the TV   See me when they bring back 3D   Even on Eazy bookin' on me, lookin' at Ruthless now   she so sleazy, gimme some cheese!   And I see that you're scheming on the comedians now   But leave me, bitch   You better believe can't nobody save you   When I move my music underground   And don't deceive me, please, get up off your knees   I'm all about business, ask Animal   I ain't your victim and a witness to the sickness written   Did I piss you off?   On a mission in the midst of the demons   Bankin' off my voice and makin' my choices   She don't even know me and I'm kickin' and screamin'   Tryin' to get out my dreams, at least to keep me breathin'   Even poisoned the noise, got me coverin' my ears   And save my tears for years, just for the joy   But I'm tellin' you boy, not here, I gotta get my paper   Will the rapist pull my plug and fuck the thug?   Hell yeah, nigga, no love   I thought you knew and nigga don't shove   Cause I'm like, nigga what?   I'll fuck you up you know the rules      Regime takin' over my body it seems   Waitin' for warfare      I can smell your wicked rigormortis a mile from the morgue   The scorn in your soul may tell you to humiliate your enemies   Have you not read the Art of War?   Absent-minded to the enduring   Pouring your cup of damnation in the midst of my world   You gotta be out of your monkey-ass mind   No more will the look of Medusa seduce the predecessors and entrepreneurs      [Capo]   Retaliation, I can taste temptation   Itchin', instigatin' allegations   Undertakin' sacred assassinations   Dead presidents, weapons, and nations   Independence foresaken   Revelations in the making   Bitch-made niggas breakin'   Separate by segregation   Hatred they motivation   No relation in this congregation   Load weapons (B, pass me a clip!) trigger detonations   Bullet penetrate, men break, strain   Pain and frustration; abstain   Chain-reaction tribulations   Safe to say you can't escape disaster when messin' with a master   Unmask the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga (?) killas      [Bizzy]   Gotta get you more money, come on my little brother   And I brung him - thug on   I got him fuckin' with the revolution   All on the retribution and execution   Shootin', let 'em, do 'em   Get gone, done made a bomb bond   None of y'all pinned my strategize   I heard Bizzy's fried, I heard Bizzy died   But the word from Bryon:    Surprise, I'm still alive with a militant mind   Gotta hit it, will die in a minute, did he feel it?   Well then get it   Rewind, you just trippin' on a nigga tryin' to shine   But I'm'a get mine and I ain't lyin'   Nigga everytime I sign the dotted line it's for the riot   Nigga what you want to do and I ain't dyin' without you   In the silence will kill ya, it's the quiet ones who might peel ya   On the realer, on my lonely and I see that you're phoney, nobdy   Phone me and surely I'm out the door and don't you come for me   It's still fuck ? for sure, let it go   I know and boy I will enjoy a little toe to toe   But no, you'd probably involve the po po   And tell them that you went to jail with Bizzy Bone   It's on in the C.O.