[Bizzy Bone-Intro]   Yall aint ready foe this shit.   Yall know what it is…haha (Please believe it)   Yeah you know what it is nigga,   fuck these niggas who do not believe, in   what tha fuck tha 7th sign will do.   You muthafukkas. I need money, you muthafukkas.   Put it on me muthafukka. Put it on me.   This how we play muthafukkas.   Comin to get you niggas (7th sign mastermind in full effect yeah.   All you suckas can eat a dick.   All you playa hatas, yall outta stop that shit, fuckin’   around and take yo bitch…hahaha. 7th sign nigga. DOA nigga   Capo Confucius, Lil Rasuu, Jule Syon, Precious,   Baby Seal, Nina Ross. Liealoha, and my sister   big Heather)      [Bizzy Bone-Chorus]   This how we play (Yeh) this how we play (Yeh..)   Thats how we play...      [Bizzy Bone]   Gimmie an ounce for $350   Nigga need a quick divorce   My niggas keep telling me what they keep   sayin about B in the Source (Source)   But I don’t read   magazines (Zines...)   Nigga that’s just irratation (Tations)   Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education (Cation)   Little do they neva   pow-pow-pow what   Little do they neva pow- who-who?   Little do they neva pow me-me   Get these and tell about you-you   (You)   Aint no time to be trippin on   women   Cause women will have you get caught up n’ shot   Lil niggas them bitches is yours   So clap on tha rubber or beat up tha cock   Lil niggas yall so   horny (Horny)   Only got yo car for broads (Broads)   How could I be hatin’   When yall are tha fakest niggas I've eva saw (Saw)   Yall rollin’ with snitches,   I don’t know no snitches (Snitches)   I roll with real niggas, till they fall off   God pick ‘em up foe they loose they britches (Ahaha)   And I feel my   children love me   Daddy gotsta do more betta (Betta)   By the time we makin money (Money)   And spending my time with ‘em   With ‘em, with ‘em, stuck up in   tha middle   Play me like fiddle, filthy like everyday   Don’t be fickle mauhfukkas…      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   Would it be betta if we could just choose the future   Blood mixed up call me fuchsia   Thug picked up by the people   No Ruthless, no medusa   See I got   jacked in Beverly Hills   Still I keeps it real   Very selective, wanna just smoke n’ chill   See I’m a veteran   All the grenade launchers, wont cost me much   (Much)   Anyone could get extorts (Extorts)   Yeah nigga you can be touched (Be touched)   I did all my dirt in tha burbs (In the burbs)   I was ridin’   around   With my sisters babies father   Double barrel shot-gun say word   Ready or not here come my words   Steady or not, that shits absurd   Already got, me   all perturbed   Cop on tha block, gettin’ on my nerves   This is tha lifestyle of that brick sellin’ been falsified   Niggas don’t let ‘em lie to yall, I’ma   tell tha truth on mine   And I really want no more   Catch yo ass security wires   Open the door, these rappers is scared as hell   What you frontin’ for?   He   got his entourage, and he got his bag of weed   Is this the way it is, Little Bizzy takes tha lead…      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   Whateva, whateva, we gotta get chedda   I’m betta with money   Been runnin’ around, with a gun in his skully   And one on my buddys now dippin’ tha swisha   And then again hmm..   Nobody’s tha best, and ya betta believe it,   then leave it alone (Lone)   I’ma tell yall, all my secrets   Son of a mistress, carry on   (On) outta tha foster home,   been raised outta my freaky ways (Ways)   Burn my collection of porn   But I don’t wont no straits (Straits)   What about church   folks, stressin’ that I should change (Change)   Live ya life, I’ma live my life,   without the lies and let me pray for change   Now keep tha pimp cup   I   don’t wanna blow tha pimps up   Cause my fathers, father was pimpin’   And he left all of his children checkin   I don’t have to respect it   And you don’t   have to respect it   Gimmie my space, and I’ma give you yours   It’s my profession nigga (Nigga)   It ain't a game, yall can pop tha collar (Uhh)   It’ll be   some drama in tha parkin lot   7th sign poppin’ ya column   One foe tha money holla (Holla)   Two for tha D-playas   Its tha way we play n’ police nigga yall   can swallow…      [Chorus]