Bizzy Bone - Enigma lyrics

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha oh, shit
Be verwee, verwee, verwee quiet
I'm huntin' wabbit's

I'ma let my nuts hang, nigga
In these tight pants until the buck spray
Or with a 12 gauge, I don't give a fuck
Nigga, fuck them
Anybody, everybody with a bottle
No lie, without my army, I ain't sorry
Little nigga, this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Set it off, say shorty got that Mossberg
Man the gun so big it'll blow
A nigga brain into crosswords
Little Ricky better run swerve
It's that's soft shores 'cause
The god damn Converse
Chicken dippin' like it's tossed served
But those lost words be the
Same but I saw worse i had the sauce first
I let it thaw thristin' at y'al'


Arrogant and egotistical without a flaw
Standing there with no one
Beside ya like Guards
Drippin', I ain't trippin', got
A couple of 'em, dawg

Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland
Nigga
We get even, nigga, don't be afraid of Steven
I'll let big boy hit you with a SIG, boy
I'm like Sig Freud with
That vulture breathin' an enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason
I'ma load my nina 'cause it looks like
A nigga gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin'
Like a mile a millimeter

But, I am a good leader
I give you another banger
I give you another heater
Remember me, mother fucker
The gun on the album cover
I'm one of the tower brothers
The 50 in Power brother
The Michael of our brother
The cyclical nature that circles
All around the brothers
It wouldn't touch a nigga
Money, got the salary, brother
Micky and Mallory, brother
I got that cal on me, brother
With out no title you mother fuckers
I'm about to pull the musket out
And let it off in this mother fucker
Watch your mouth
You niggas soft in this mother fucker
Bet the industry just tossed you out
You all slaves on the label
Little god damn cock suckers
Y'all livin' off show money
Get paid every first of the month
Now that's mo' money
Little B from the grave at the crossroads
When I look at my sons say
"That's your money"
Murda, murda, murda, I am general
You little niggas sure ain't sweet
These niggas think we number runnin'
I'm on TMZ and I'm a free emcee
I got love for the young bouls but that's me
Little Lay in the building
Chasin' around little children
My niggas hunt
I can't front but I'm chillin'
My artillery is steady
Heated heavy every motherfuckin'
Place that I'ma go so I be ready

Po-po been already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will
Pull out my pistol and pew pew

BM is all in my DM
Bitch, I'ma call when I see 'em
Soon as they over eighteen and
Your money is gone, i'ma see how you bein'
Niggas is stealing my cams, Rippy to yams
Yeah rippy to yams
And all of my people that roll with the Bone
When I'm comin' to give what we stand, uh

Po-po benn already here
Run out the back with the peer
Hopefully they will not follow me or I will
Pull out my pistol and pew pew

Listen to me, pimpin', this is Cleveland
Nigga we get even, nigga
Don't be afraid of Steven
I let big boy hit you with a sig boy
I'm like Sig Freud with
That vulture breathin' an enigma
And that culture need 'em
And I'm all the reason I'ma load my nina
'Cause it looks like a nigga
Gonna often need 'em
When I all see 'em runnin'
Like a mile a millimeter