[Intro: Bizzy]
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Give me another vocal, yeah, yeah
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Live and direct from the battle station
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(Live and direct from the battle station baby)
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Uhh (let's get this money boy!)
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{Buck it, buck it} C'mon
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[Bizzy Bone]
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And whether I'm right or wrong, slightly still tipsy, gypsies in titan songs
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Singin the King, the prince of theives ease the Eiffel home
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Nazareth, that's where my daddy only appeared, no
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Lazarus, follow that word, word up, let's bring him home
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Mary mother weepin, teach me how to cook, I'm drivin gone
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Put a little twist all up in it, I did it, they probably wrong
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Quicker to pick up the paper, none can escape us, face us, hate us, huh?
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Oh dearly departed, I shot it, don't give me no Judas word
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Brew this what? Moved in the cut and buck 'em and bring 'em back
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Malik, remember [?], the vengeance black
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Walk in the party blindfolded, hold up, never know when he gon' snap
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Stone him up and then wait, tell 'em how that Baptist act
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Fire beneath and in between, ween me off the harlot, cuz
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I don't want mA¨Ïnage-A?-trois, I don't wanna suck no blood
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I don't wanna fuck my love, fuckin just like a virgin
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30-inch rims on Excursion, the dirtiest rim, I'm still submergin
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[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
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Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe
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Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe
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Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe
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Hop out the door, ready for war - yeah, I know I owe {buck it, buck it}
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Livin deep in the shadows, the gullies and gallows, the lake is shallow
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Put a halo on them human beings, no demons, no gallie-o!
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Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo'
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Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go
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You gonna know, forbidden the fruit of the tree of the diety, tell 'em please
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Best watch your back, 18th is in the place to be
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Rock with that, dance and pop-lockin all the way to Earth and back
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Workin hard up in the yard, praise the Lord and light the match
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Spinderella you can scratch, yep, the baby's gonna attack
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Little fellas, fellas in prison prayin to Michael's ass
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God first, a little pizzazz, Aramaic, we on that
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Sarah bakin cakes in the darkness of Glory's sugar shack
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One woman in the covenenant, yup yup, legal and regal yeah
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Last but not least, duckin the beast and feastin on the mask
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Snakes they gonna get swallowed with thoughts, it's sort of like Moses style
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Nobody can hold us back, the Promise Land, he showed us that
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo'
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Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go
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Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo'
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Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go
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Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo' (yeah, I know I owe)
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Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go (yeah, I know I owe)
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Hop out the door, ready for war, harmony melody, tellin me fo' (yeah, I know I owe)
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Sellin me fo', smellin me fo', and they don't know that you gon' go (yeah, I know I owe)
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[Chorus a¢æ¡° repeat to fade]
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Ready 4 War
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Bizzy Bone |