Bizzy Bone Time Passing Us By Lyrics

-Intro-
I keep on seeing things (Boo-yah, psh) I keep on seeing this big p____. (Sugardick! Come here Sugardick.) Yeah, naw, this is Sweetnuts right here. (I keep on seeing things) I'm headin' down I-71 (I keep on seeing things) I just picked up a dirty bag of weed, this s___ is grass. (As time keep passing us by)

-Chorus-
As time keep passin' us by in my community, watchin' the children die, b____-made police, and they brutality/ Prozac and Ridilin, that ain't what we need/ And you wonder why our children keep smokin' weed

Bizzy Bone
Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become/ Daddy don't love me, only come around the first of the month/ Me and Mommy still in the slump/ Why don't he love us? I can't even blame him 'cause ever since I came, we been stuck in the same ghetto/ Now I'm carryin' heavy metal when times is tough/ I don't know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough/ Abandand buildings, police searchin' all the children/ Ain't no peace in the streets, at least not where i'm livin'/ Kneelin' to God,'cause Satan never gave us a chance/ Evil never had no rythm, man, the Devils can't dance/ Got three pairs of pants, but I keep 'em all creased/ Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same grease/ Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle/ Yeah, scufflin' money, just try to stay out of trouble/ Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama/ And if it's gonna be gunplay; Rocket launchers, grenades, and AKs

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Bizzy Bone
Why is the broad on my back like that? Don't ask me/ I'm for passion, I'm smashin' on n____s, come blast me/ All my people tellin' me I should sing more/ Yes! Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club/ Free Flesh (Free Flesh!) Creepin' on a come up, i'm from Cleveland, and Columbus, Ohio/ Don't hate myself for science, and the Cryo/ Yet all these n____s g_______, somebody should tell 'em the truth, I'll sell 'em somethin' that'll get they heart to pumpin', and help the youth/ Hangin' in the graveyard, everybody's playin' hard/ Satan's on a mission to get us, I hope that nobody with us, and givin' us slave wages/ Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day/ One hundred and ninety thousand, I guess platinum don't pay. (Can I please get some mo' money?) Somebody could buy my way (Dream ways) 'cause s___, the rent's due/ Glad I got ghetto credit/ Don't let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you, pimp you

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Bizzy Bone
Babies born with AIDs and we pray for 'em, they hording the vaccine/ Black helicopter rain on 'em, I'm gainin' on 'em/ Maintain the main thang on 'em, shame on 'em/ But another victim died of vain for 'em, slain/ Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane, and the only thing that survived was the black box, they frame the black cops/ Slang crack rock, wannabe Hot Boyz/ So he gon' make the block hot, block hot (Ha ha) They wanna see me sasquash, pull out my glock, c___ed, and pop pop/ Go to jail, don't nobody send you mail/ Hell, I'm ridin' 'til these wheels fall off, or they can take it to the chop shop/ Shut up, I'm shinnin' on you bustas/ What? Ready to hustle, get your struggle on, no/ When you wanna double up, you keep f___in' up/ Your mind's gone, time's gone, everybody's runnin' amuck/ They say that lesbians is sick, but they just do want to f___

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