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Seeing Things Lyrics - Speaking In Tongues - Bizzy Bone

[Intro: Bizzy Bone] 

Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys 

Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man 

(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga 

We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker 

Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?! 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest 

and he started flamin out of his breath 

Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd 

T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer 

with a double-edge pump and a church killer 

don't worship and the cops got bored 

Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed 

Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small 

Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty 

Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore 

Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz 

Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga 

I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?) 

I, will fucked you up 

We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God) 

Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks 

Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump 

But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts 

Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby 

I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck 

 

[Interlude: Bizzy] 

Haha, motherfucker... nigga 

These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga 

In the motherfuckin cross section bitch 

I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! 

You hoes just don't know, do you boy? 

Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you... 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck 

With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless 

Then I suggest you'd ask Magic 

For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me 

When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed 

Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy 

You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier 

the wickedest witch in the West can't have me 

Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put 

Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse 

Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed 

Remember the man be attend by the Ouija 

Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king 

Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream 

Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things) 

 

[Interlude: Bizzy Bone] 

Bitch (I keep on seein things) 

And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things) 

Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things) 

Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things) 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

Little Confucious for the music 

Wally, which get rich for the trial and now 

Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger 

but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop 

The foul sinnin the killin now 

and then nobody gets in the middle together 

And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison 

but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe 

And the mission was money was gold 

but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully 

With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch 

No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough 

Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt 

(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up 

Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin 

Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle 

and medallions, diamonds in the gallo 

Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses 

in the shadows out of the battlefield 

 

[Outro: Bizzy Bone] 

I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...) 

Fuck all these demons (It was all a...) 

And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker 

Fuck all these demons 

(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream) 

And I spoke my mind, hell yeah 

And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out] 

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