Social Studios Lyrics - Heaven'z Movie - Bizzy Bone

I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me 

quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them little boys 

don't try it kill'em don't put it on crossroads put it on your 

lost 

S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died all 

alone down in arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with 

ammo do they know really what he's thinkin and the plan is 

plotted out 

And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto's and 

I often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put 

it on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read 

b 

E baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let's go to the 

parents to the preacher to the pastor and I ain't no marilyn 

manson I'm a rapper thugologist in the rapture I wouldn't chance 

it I got 

Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me 

breathin see me help me and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin 

and I ain't dreamin. 

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I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of 

justice blame it on bone thug music and abusive fo fathers 

don't touch it when I was twelve I slept in buckets reminisce 

juvy back 

Lumbus in cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it 

adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward 

americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister niggas that paid 

for 

Mr. mitchell johnson you's a grown man with no soul fry him at 

15 years old and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the 

murder mo murder mo the devil will hear you moan heard him go 

heard 

Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini 

nina ross in the crossroads die off little demon off those and 

assistant distant fry but they was kids right nigga these boyz 

is kil 

Hat'll split you wig and of course they should die as if they 

were muthaf**kin big you dig. 

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I don't blame the babies it's the lawyers but I'm royal legally 

unfoil little mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay 

attention boy member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you 

soon wi 

E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the 

signs of the times passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin 

me they wanted me dead or alive heaven will move me right fo sho 

movin 

Eaven'z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the 

youth for the world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of 

my fury with tongues of double edge swords surely have faith in 

God b 

M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit 'em up with 

my crossbow glory to jesus I love my mob break 'em off dawg 

lethally injected he's just a kid aw he should die like he's 

muthaf**k 

G can you dig........... 

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