Get Ya, Get Ya Lyrics - Thugs Revenge - Bizzy Bone

[Intro: Bizzy] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Roll that blunt (yeah) 

Give me another toke homie 

We ridin, pimp 

[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] 

Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David 

And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole 

So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha 

Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see 

I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily 

I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children 

or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin 

Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees 

Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning 

Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin 

Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come 

Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out 

Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out 

Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust 

Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love 

[Chorus] 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know? 

I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow 

Finna be, within the body this is a blessin 

better get rid of whatever you need 

You better go get it remember to plant that seed 

While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit 

Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it 

I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped 

Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact 

Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that 

Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that 

Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough? 

Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough 

Runnin from the spiritual po-po 

Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either 

So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll 

We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls 

[Chorus] 

[Bizzy Bone] 

I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane 

We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day 

Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play 

Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime 

Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage 

Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say 

Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus 

The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn 

Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned 

It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up 

Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned 

It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up 

Don't burn...