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Bizzle Stay Dat
Homie I roll with the Father
The Ghost, and the omnipotent
Rock like rollin stones in Nirvana.
Flow for resigner why folks throw stones but can never harm or put not a whole in my armor.
Most of the folks that are opposed to my conduct
wanna oppose those that I expose with my conduct.
I impose growth on the folk that were stunted from birth and told they would grow to be nothing but dirt.
I emerge from the sin I was lost in.
Now I got JESUS on my team like Boston!
CHRIST run the point,
he the coach, he the owner, he the king of the league and wanna thing deep run them.
You aint hard though,
just cause you go off hella quick
you just sensitive like a car log.
And I aint hard though,
I just talk raw, 'cause I'm a child of GOD
and my Paps can woop all ya'll.
I talk bold 'cause I know that he's with me
kinda like you when you roll with the semi.
But, I don't need your fire power, he provide the higher power
gave the word and I am on it, tell them sucka's sayonara!
I always wondered if they had an option, would they pick it and still listen to the fiction most cats are poppin'.
But, I'm guessin' we finna' see in a minute, be aware!
better yet, prepare to see the enemy. Bizzle! Yeah!