Yeah   The world ain’t yours Thug world   Better prepare for war   Better prepare for war      [Chorus]   Hey thug world the world ain’t yours   Thug world   These last days you better prepare for war   You better prepare for war      [Verse 1]   Better prepare   Better be ready for whatever   Lil’ B still be getting scarredy in the eleventh in the ghetto   Down in Columbus off the thuggish ruggish mash on the pedal   Throwing up the sevens on these player haters   Blast the bessel   Furthermore been popping over crude oil   off in the ghetto we don’t know nothing about it   Cuz half of these brothers can’t be loyal   Picture me sipping on Hennessey   Remember me   Caught up inside the twenty third century   Giving the best of me   Evidently this is real   Putting it on Baby Phil   Let’s do this video grime   Quick ‘fore I get killed   This is a battlefield   This how it’s going down   And we be twisting they tongue soon as I come around   Better watch your back    And don’t be scared youngsta   This is the gangsta party   And who me?   Bizzy the thugsta   Call me Kamikaze   I won’t even speak about illuminati   Welcome to Babylon   Man (hey) I need to speak to Tommy      [Chorus]      [Verse 2]   Gotta get to drinking   Me thinking    She finna fin in the car   Karlos Shemar Davis, Tupac and Biggie Smalls   Eric Wright one of the ‘fore fathers of gangsta shhhhh   He one of the ones that got me in   Ya’ll know what it is   One time for Left-Eye   Put your hands up   My little daughter Illiya   Making me man up   Oh Illiya I think I’m falling down the steps   By the millions    That’s the way I feeling (hey)   What about Bone Thugs   If you really want to know   Gotta keep it moving, keep it going   Cuz I ain’t no Ho!   Cocked in the streets with them   Busting jack-move   This game is all about bidness   Now let this track prove   Slap box with the biggest brother   And make the big boy fall for your mother ruckus   My foster brother got shot in one of his eyes (pow!)   I guess Jehovah ain’t want trackie to die   Come on!      [Chorus]      [Verse 3]   How dumb would I be if I started a fight over you just because women didn’t swallow you   How dumb would I be if I hit you with bottles and niggas beginning to storm you   I been in the shroud in columbus pow   But I can smile now Thug World    Drunk and I’m buck wild   And if you young better enjoy the chow feeling me now   I come in the dog hood ready and proud   What the world say?   Hey ya’ll never bow down   Keep on keeping on   (he laughs)   Pretty boy with the blemish   All coke and crown   My seventh sign niggas wit’ me   I could smoke a pound   Gotta get mine cuz I ain’t finished   Had the ghetto in me    Since elementary   I been rapping   And staying Bizzy   A couple of sissies   In the long run    Gimme some   Let’s make this conversation deep   And we ain’t saying nothing   Welcome to Babylon   We in the universe   You know my name dawg   They call me Bizzy ya’ll   Thug World Ghetto Church      [Chorus]