Carry My Baby Lyrics - Speaking In Tongues - Bizzy Bone

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone] 

Tell 'em I'm about to come up out the show 

Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go 

As they take advantage of corridors, get away from hell 

Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know 

[Bizzy] Yeah, yeah 

[Chorus] 

[Bizzy - over Chorus] 

Turn that shit up, turn the vocals up, fuck 'em 

Let's get this shit started baby 

This why I like this shit, it's like this 

[Bizzy Bone] 

I feel 'em rushin on me, jumpin on me, don't fall baby (hey) 

I see the bitches in the military, don't call baby 

It be so hot up in the kitchen let us pray before the luncheon 

Destiny praise God, we warriors, 7 crunch ya 

Crack the devil's head (ha ha) 

Crack the devil's head; whylin out, pandemonium 

Crack the devil's head, whyle out, pandemonium 

Official rapper's suspicion, it's like I'm on the podium, podium 

Buck the money y'all, yeah 

That's the season, that's the season 

Now my season, season goes through the people with the evil 

They don't rule shit, bullshit, evil won't meet the reaper 

Latch gate keeper 

They couldn't even tie the laces on Jesus sneakers 

Warrior with a speaker 

Cause we are warriors, warriors, warriors 

[Chorus] 

[Bizzy Bone] 

They tryin to reach ya with them old school tactics, make us strong 

But when the karma comes back in other physical forms 

Tell 'em man up, stand up, sit down, hands up 

Hit that, smoke that, dope fingers, that slug bitch 

So what if I strap with the warfare, everybody is here for the sightly change 

People in physical war, only the Lord is keepin me sane 

Above with the grain, in the go-go with the love 

With the Lord you know we got him, in the name of our lord and savior Jesus 

We never stoppin, tell 'em we never won't tumble but think what they did 

They humble about love but love is here 

we struggle up over the form for fears 

We struggle up all the sin of queer, we live outta here, open the beer 

Get to the finish the realish to get, realish to get, realish to get 

Warriors 

[Chorus] 

[Bizzy Bone] 

By the grace of God - tell 'em about the... out the show 

Carry my baby, tell 'em I'm 'bout to come up out the show 

Carry my baby, wherever you need to go 

Carry my baby wherever my baby need to go 

So we warriors comin to spit it without no princess 

Plenty fuckin piano got your brain spittin senseless 

We represent this, throw up your trigger finger now 

And ain't no weapon formed against us, bitches love my style 

But it'd be realer if you really love me 

And I ain't never want a woman, just a woman love me 

Let me convey, baby I ain't no physical game 

In sucker love they tell they homie put the stick away, let me convey 

Warriors 

[Chorus] 

[Bizzy Bone] 

By the grace of God, by the grace of God 

Cause we are warriors - by the grace of God 

Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to 

Tell 'em I'm about to, tell 'em I'm about to 

Cause we are warriors 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Bizzy Bone] 

By the grace of God, and by the grace of God 

And by the grace of God, praise Jesus Christ 

Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors 

Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors 

One, in the name, of our lord and savior Jesus Christ 

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit amen 

That shit is just rappin what you do