[Intro: Bizzy]
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Egypt we all around, Egypt we all around, yeahhhh
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(Jesus is comin 'fore they take my breath away)
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Uptown downtown, Egypt we all around, Egypt we all around, yeahhhh
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(Jesus is comin 'fore they take my breath away)
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Comin out uptown downtown, Egypt we all around, Egypt we all around, yeahhhh
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(Jesus is comin 'fore they take my breath away)
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We comin out uptown downtown, Egypt we all around, Egypt we all around
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(Hahahaha)
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Up in the storm, out of a mirage, deep in the ghetto, the Lord is in charge
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Swords comin out of my mouth, ready can't block the barrage
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I'm still dancin on the side of the [?] the road
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On the rise like dough, it's fully approach the set for sho'
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I don't wan't no problems problems, comin at me fast as a bullet
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Even a missile right to the gristle, pain sizzle in my mullet
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God do with it told, keepin the fightin steady at minimum, for sho'
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I better listen to the granddad, cause baby only God knows
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Do what it do, look at the [?] as others and do to you
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Do what it do, look at the guy with the speech impediment, keepin it true
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Comin with proof, automatic heat with the static gotta have it in the battle too
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Trippin in my boots, movin in the roof, what I gotta do?
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Pretty much what I told you, hey
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One for the money, one for my dunny
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I'ma move it like officer gunnin on the block with Christ
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Fake crack on these dummies
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With the four winds tellin me to do my thang, honey
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[Chorus 4X: Bizzy Bone]
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We comin out uptown downtown, Egypt we all around
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Egypt we all around, yeahhhh (Jesus is comin 'fore they take my breath away)
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Keepin it rockin, hoppin out of the truck, and get'cha bucks
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And we stuck in this city, idiots signed with a touch
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And a crime with a rush, come up, don't show your nuts
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On a line full of souls and spirits can't be too much
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And to die for the kings you teach to be just
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On the minds, gotta preach, divine and the rugged rough
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So we calm in the mountain, wanted the youth; no lust
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Let me shine, announce the pronunciation for your love
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Hoppin the fences, cuttin my legs, goin dutch, what?
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I'ma get a drink before I leave out in these cuffs, cuffs
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I sit in the county, ready to bail me out, what, what?
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But still ain't, paid the bounty, me and my lawyer gettin crushed
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It's lucky when they stopped me in Vegas and then they come up
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But I'm trusty, loyal and faithful like angels in the dust
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Tellin 'em love me and leave me, BB be headin towards the shhh
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Me and my body on the the side, we ride, the tribe is up
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Headed for destinations, people's hallucinations in the nation
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Gravity and dimensions, comin aboard the battle station
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Facin many adversities, horses, Kentucky Derbys
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Hearses and dead bodies, and worse when it comes early
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Man I'm dirty, made pretty through weakness, I'm tellin you briefly
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Hey, I don't want no beef, I pray; Allah, please keep me
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To the people, feed me, secretly in the G way
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Leeway, rollin on the freeway, leave me
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Please babe, take me to heaven breathin with Jesus
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He quick, with telekinesis, don't believe me? Go breezy
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Deem it, hey hey, I don't know what to say
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Huh, let's honor the lord, and that's the only way
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Gotta go, flow, ready and gotta go to work for sure
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Yo, hustle to be a pro, stack paper and get your flow
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Whatever it takes for paper I saw, you better go keep it strong
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In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, praise God
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[Chorus]
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Uptown Downtown
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Bizzy Bone |