Mouse
07-05-2004, 09:30 AM
-Big B-Chorus- Those
that love me if ya'll leave me, I understand/ Made some bad decisions in my life, I
understand/ Raise my right hand up to God, right where I stand/ I'ma go get stronger, return
a better man
-Bizzy Bone- You betta believe it, you see me, how we creeped up
outta Cleveland/ Get cha money baby, if not i'm gonna break even/I won't let ya play me
your game aint even in season/ It's that thuggish ruggish bone i hope you know, let it be the
reason I see you peepin baby/ But what are you really seekin'? Are you weak? Don't
believe in me, believe in Jesus/ I'm a freak, but baby that's for life, and not a weekend/Go in
deep and i can roll deeper than you/ Half breed, rock the mic to survive and i might not make
it out alive/ I'm spittin' to save my life, tryin' to make it right, welcome to the world that we
live and all that i did was crawl up out the slums for my kids/ So rest in peace to little Eazy,
but your paperwork was sleazy/ And the black widow was horny, baby was gettin'
greedy/My boys is 'posed to be watchin' my back, load up the guns and let's attack, but
ain't nobody tryin' to feel me but Stack
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone- Gotta make my
money baby, nobody is gonna stop me/ I fill 'em up with that hot shit, bullets all in your body,
betta watch me wicked posse, automatic shotgun/ Half of these rappers talkin', ain't none
of them ever popped one/ Little kid from Southview, who woulda thought that i'd make it?/
And the people ain't behind me, my family gotta fake it/ It's that thuggish ruggish ruggish from
Columbus and this is the way we play, spread your rumours i just love it/ Do it all day
everyday, ride to the rhythm im gonna go put the pen to the pad now/ And i know ya'll feel
me, I done been there, done that, from that, run that, comin' around and let me hit em with
the rhythm, we killin' 'em with the sound, every city and every itty-bitty town, anybody wanna
break me down?/ Nobody gonna take me down/ East 99 has been abandoned, Cleveland
they show me love, they still wonderin' how i made it up outta famine/ Gotta believe it baby
(Baby)/ Shoulda listened to my people/ Still runnin' from demons and evil ...
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone- I'm sick of the drama, sick of havin' beef with my mamma, and beef wit
my sisters, my brother got murdered over marijuana/ Bliss to be winners, strugglin', hustlin' all
of my life/ I'm watchin my back, they already tried to murder me twice/ I smoked the herb that
i like. I neva done coke in my life and why would i lie? If i did it, i'd tell Entertainment
Tonight/ Ain't no slackin' in my mackin', ain't no shame in the game, it ain't no slippin' in
the pimpin', ain't no crack on the brain/ you gotta be jealous of me and my fellaz, ain't that
what they tell us?/ Sell us anything/ We helpless, gimme a little bit, that can help us/ We
strugglin', jugglin', bubblin', hustlin', thuggin' up in the club/ Noone to talk to, you step on
his shoes, you could get fucked up/ Papa he was a roller, with his pockets always swollen/
He met the dope man and now he on the block askin' "Who told them im sellin' them soap
man?"/ And that's for all the times you played me old man, this is yo son, with a blunt and a
gun, check out my slow jam
-Chorus-
...and the song is called "Better
Man (I Understand)"
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that love me if ya'll leave me, I understand/ Made some bad decisions in my life, I
understand/ Raise my right hand up to God, right where I stand/ I'ma go get stronger, return
a better man
-Bizzy Bone- You betta believe it, you see me, how we creeped up
outta Cleveland/ Get cha money baby, if not i'm gonna break even/I won't let ya play me
your game aint even in season/ It's that thuggish ruggish bone i hope you know, let it be the
reason I see you peepin baby/ But what are you really seekin'? Are you weak? Don't
believe in me, believe in Jesus/ I'm a freak, but baby that's for life, and not a weekend/Go in
deep and i can roll deeper than you/ Half breed, rock the mic to survive and i might not make
it out alive/ I'm spittin' to save my life, tryin' to make it right, welcome to the world that we
live and all that i did was crawl up out the slums for my kids/ So rest in peace to little Eazy,
but your paperwork was sleazy/ And the black widow was horny, baby was gettin'
greedy/My boys is 'posed to be watchin' my back, load up the guns and let's attack, but
ain't nobody tryin' to feel me but Stack
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone- Gotta make my
money baby, nobody is gonna stop me/ I fill 'em up with that hot shit, bullets all in your body,
betta watch me wicked posse, automatic shotgun/ Half of these rappers talkin', ain't none
of them ever popped one/ Little kid from Southview, who woulda thought that i'd make it?/
And the people ain't behind me, my family gotta fake it/ It's that thuggish ruggish ruggish from
Columbus and this is the way we play, spread your rumours i just love it/ Do it all day
everyday, ride to the rhythm im gonna go put the pen to the pad now/ And i know ya'll feel
me, I done been there, done that, from that, run that, comin' around and let me hit em with
the rhythm, we killin' 'em with the sound, every city and every itty-bitty town, anybody wanna
break me down?/ Nobody gonna take me down/ East 99 has been abandoned, Cleveland
they show me love, they still wonderin' how i made it up outta famine/ Gotta believe it baby
(Baby)/ Shoulda listened to my people/ Still runnin' from demons and evil ...
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone- I'm sick of the drama, sick of havin' beef with my mamma, and beef wit
my sisters, my brother got murdered over marijuana/ Bliss to be winners, strugglin', hustlin' all
of my life/ I'm watchin my back, they already tried to murder me twice/ I smoked the herb that
i like. I neva done coke in my life and why would i lie? If i did it, i'd tell Entertainment
Tonight/ Ain't no slackin' in my mackin', ain't no shame in the game, it ain't no slippin' in
the pimpin', ain't no crack on the brain/ you gotta be jealous of me and my fellaz, ain't that
what they tell us?/ Sell us anything/ We helpless, gimme a little bit, that can help us/ We
strugglin', jugglin', bubblin', hustlin', thuggin' up in the club/ Noone to talk to, you step on
his shoes, you could get fucked up/ Papa he was a roller, with his pockets always swollen/
He met the dope man and now he on the block askin' "Who told them im sellin' them soap
man?"/ And that's for all the times you played me old man, this is yo son, with a blunt and a
gun, check out my slow jam
-Chorus-
...and the song is called "Better
Man (I Understand)"
www.geocities.com/thugpix