BB da Thug Songtext
von Bizzy Bone

To the lost visionaries, died in the struggle
Rest in peace, that′s my AKA
Y'all don′t feel me


See, I was born in the womb, beatin' down my mom's walls
Now in the 90′s you can find him makin′ a chronic call
Definitely I need a blunt, I'll fill it up with some bud
East double 99 for life, ain′t none of y'all niggas fuckin′ with us
There I was with the thugs, bustin' and pullin′ out broke-ass guns
Tryna bluff my way, hey, I'll pistol
Whip 'em, but it′s just the number one
Run in the clique and pump it up, pump
It on up and let the regime get done
Walkin′ with a.55 chance, Bizzy off in
Your city, ready to dance with the shits
And is he on the off ramp, just 'cause I′m thuggin'?
Sick bitch music got these soft tramps givin′ my cousin a shit
But I don't give a fuck, from onions to ounces and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, that′s the way the ball bounces
I keep my gun and make the money and that's for my baby son
Recreation of my life, I think he's a thug
And there I was, fuckin′ with the thugs ′til late
With flesh workin', feedin′ the family in the cell, leave the alley
Better believe, indeed, I got somethin' up under my sleeve
Connected to the D′s, wanna get started? Let's roll some weed
It′s déjà vu whenever I'm with you
I can smoke on forever, ain't it true that I do?
I can feel it inside, I can′t explain how it feels
Remember when my neighbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal
Learned to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle
In the land of my hustle, tryin′ to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody know who will die, and still maintain through the rubble
I'll be the first to give my life, my life, be the thug