[Intro: Bizzy]   Shake, that, shake, that, stick, stick   Whassup lil' son, how you doin baby?   Shake, that, stick   When the faggots try to lust your body, shake that stick, stick   That's my boy right there, yeah, heh   Shake, that, stick   When the faggots try to lust your body   Surprise, it's really a bitch   I was raised by my papi though, papi though   Shake ya stick      [Bizzy Bone]   In the strip club lookin for a humble young, thang   With a roll of cash money, motherfucker get it quick thug   Ha, fellas all around me don't sit too close to the door   And they gettin naked in this motherfucker, y'all keep calm   Got on time, they be rollin with dudes   Nothin but attitude, gotta give me latitude, heh   Bitches still mad that I don't fuck with a group   But I was raised by my poppa and my poppa told me trust no two   Straight verily, and in the spiritual form   And only God split so, and the spirit reborn   The baby still dancin, I see the bitches tryin to stop me   Never roll with a plan, can't copy gimme   They say that two is too sloppy   It tops and tear ya jalopy, can't even get monopoly   The soul game, and the baby boy he cocky   And you better watch your word game, cause the shit get stocky   My opportunity to ration out the love for the one, my papi   Muh'fuckers don't know what we do, no one got me   Only one true God in the house for sure   Who you roll with? I roll with the Lord   Trust and believe, lay low on these motherfuckers, break those jaws   And what you see is what the fuck they saw   We ain't fuckin with nobody who don't represent the father of all   And that's God y'all      [Chorus]   That, stick; when the faggots try to lust yo' body   Surprise, I said it really was a bitch   I was raised by my papi, and tell 'em they'll never win   Because they caught up in the sin and we drinks for free   Shake that stick, when the faggots try to lust yo' body   Surprise, it was really a bitch   And I was raised by my papi, can you tell 'em they'll never win   And they get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free      [Bizzy Bone]   She was playin on deception and spiritually was a dead-end   Mountin the battle station and we bring on no weapons   For the inception of the relationship   I guess I shoulda known...   She was playin for deception and spiritually she was dead   And mountin up the battle station, bring no weapons   The inceptions of the relationship, I guess I shoulda known   when she said she had us caught up on tape, bitch we ain't even bone   This warfare goes deep in the clones   Cheaper when they come up to park their shit, demons is on   Quick, Cleveland get gone, but I don't speak about the radius   A hardcore brother with the Father and the capius   The atheists, bitch-ass demons, they don't need no atheists   Fuck 'em, they should bust their ass   Cocksuckin break bitch, tell me where the tunes at   Iknowwhoyourollinwit - secrets tellin, they better lose that all   Baby we get it poppin down in the city streets   Either roll with the one or these bitches they gonna wreak   Don't sleep 'til the mission complete   I got a treat for the honey and man, honey is sweet      [Chorus]   Yeah, shake yo' stick   And the faggots try to lust yo' body; surprise, really a bitch   I was raised by my papi, and I was raised by my papi   Yeah, that, stick   When the faggots try to lust yo' body   Surprise baby, it was only a bitch   And I was raised by my papi, tell 'em they'll never win   And they'll get caught up in the sin, round here we drink for free   Tell 'em again      [Bizzy Bone]   Shake that stick, shake that stick   Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi, ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi   Shake that stick   It's when the faggots try to lust yo' body   Baby surprise, it was really a bitch   Man I was raised by my papi   Tell 'em never, tell 'em di-fff-fff, haha   We just shake, that, stick   Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yah   Shake, that, stick, stick, shake, yo', stick      [Outro: Bizzy]   Yeah, openin 'em up, openin 'em up, haha   Please believe, you know what it is   You know the rules, shake that stick, stick, stick   Shake, that, stick, stick... stick, shake that   One true God in the house, for sho'   Represent it, confessin with the tongue, you know   You know, what you throwin up, cool   Yeah