well They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell You're playing with my time, trying to jerk me Hurt me then dessert me, you better work me While
hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again Don't, don't, don't hurt me again
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell. You're playing with my time. Trying to jerk me hurt me then dessert me. You better work me. While
the glock When the henny hit the chest, bustin' smith-n-wess Fuck the discussion, I'm bustin' 'em all, clutchin' my balls If I see I'll be laid to rest, let me hit
, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga, never spend it on Betty nigga I hit and run, never stressing to look back When I look back, I think
t bleed me OD, ghetto misery, he bled my brother, my sister, but can't bleed me A OG, ghetto misery, bled my mother, my father, but can't bleed ... Me
see you! Tell me what you gon' do I'm sayin' now I'm gon' have you wylin' until your ass drop Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top We never
envy eaten by jealousy you're killing me and everyone I know-o-o is killing you the seasons come from me and this was past on to me as a gift
her memories Felt like an angel had been sent to me She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black To afro then african-american and right back to
heard from the mall The magic finally happen with my back against the wall Now it's mail on sunday and r.o.o.t.s hit the mall To me it's unreal it's
them Bone niggas' rebels. Playa!... Yeah!... Nigga! [Chorus] [Krayzie Bone:] They don't wanna see me shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back
them hotlines, like a physic, I can't explain it There's no pen when I write it, there's nothing like it.. God damn, what you want from me, what you want me
, slice like a machete nigga, got fetty nigga, never spend it on Betty nigga I hit and run, never stressing to look back When I look back, I think about
't no better, look at ya Laying around, whining and crying bout your situation Looking to everybody for answers You kno who you need to be looking for answers from Feel me
you was born with no umbilical cord I exhaust myself, when I compose I hemorrhage and suffer I write a paragraph and it takes me seven months to recover
me through my trials in this life of crime We divorced so many times I forgot to count I never hit you, not a coward, rather leave your house Remember back
, born to bring the world poetry Hip-hop, musically?expressing what's inside of me Some find me entertaining. Some find me marketable. A potential Black millionaire so that makes me
gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell. You're playing with my time. Trying to jerk me hurt me then desert me. You better work me. While