Bizzy Bone

Before I Go


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-Intro-
You have been sentenced to 567 years. (I didn't do nothin'. What the fuck?) This is bullshit. (What?) This is bullshit. Before I go (Whoa)
Bizzy Bone
(Momma) Momma knowin' I'm sellin' this marajuana/ God I do what I wanna but God they won't give me a job, I scream and I holler and even tried to stop the cops, block my getaway... I know I'm sellin' chop chops, God when they send me away only tear drops, waitin' for drama cause I'm skinny/ The streets may be hideous but the heat was pretty/ Pity many died, city wide when we ride out to the nitty gritty slide through the system of lies, strip me of my pride/ I don't think I'm a make it alive (Hey) Cause if I do I'll be institutionalized, thugged out/ Ever since Pac died I know what thugs is all about/ Make a sacrifice for Christ these mutherfuckers never could kill me twice (Kill me twice, ha ha) And crack pipes on the playground, playground, playground, playground, playground
-Chorus-
(Before I go...) Now, before I go to jail dog, hell naw, don't let 'em put me in a cell Lord, praise God/ Before I go to jail...
Bizzy Bone
As I sit in this jail cell, hell, readin' the mail Momma sent to me/ I can tell she gettin' weary/ Where my Daddy at? I don't give a... (fuck) Nigga don't call me when this money stacks, duckin' the killas everyday, well I love that/ Bone Thug (huh?) brand new/ I always been with God but it's God with you/ I keep hearin' these voices/ Heaven and Hell with my choices and sinister poisons on my soul and Hennessy was the ointment (Hennessy) Satan still the enemy, never been a friend to me 'specially in the fast lane/ I can't pretend I'm an angel when I'm only a servent, constant in service to the one and only undisputed, with common corteousy/ Many of ya'll claim the worst to be/ I sold thangs that I ain't proud of/ I won't even mention the power/ See the hours' gettin' near and if I die today I died a happy man, God bless the family
-Chorus-
Bizzy Bone
Damn, nobody sent me 20 Dollars and my baby's momma scared to kiss me, you don't miss me/ I don't blame her, I made her the fiend/ Family keep on dissin' me, ain't got a letter/ I'm hopin' to die quickly, hopin' to die swiftly/ I'm a take all of these niggas with me and keep on testin' me/ The Wardenwonder why I don't cry cause they sentenced me 520 years/ What the fuck 5 more? What am I here for? Cause I was blastin' at the 5-O Lil' Bryon been blowin' up/ My niggas callin' up throwin' up gang signs, and I was prayin' at the same time/ I tell 'em slow it up, "hell no" then don't you wind up in this hell hole/ If I could do it all again I would, But now (a child) I'm becomin' a man/ Learnin' in prison, all these criminals, ya'll don't know how the fuck they livin' but I ain't givin' up readin' the Bible every day and only God can save me (I'll be brave, I'll be brave)
-Chorus-


Writer/s: Bizzy Bone