Bizzy Bone - Fuck Da World lyrics

Yeah, seven times for they minds
Light yo' candles young thugs
Bizzy Bone, you know what it is
Seventh Heaven young thugs, holla at your boy
Tell 'em yeah
Out in the cold, is you with me young nigga?
You better ride with me motherfucker
And fuck the world!

I can remember bein outcasted in December
Loc'ed out
Smokin at crack spots with the big spenders
I know they wish for me to perish
Cause, I dropped out of high school
Chasin the jewels with no credit's
Flippin burgers, I just can't see it
I face smoke green with a
Triple beam in one night, no secrets
Fuck them feds
It ain't no love at all for 'em
They pull me over with police dogs
Look in my that's motive enough for murder!
I stand in the cut with tec 9's
Burners ready to serve 'em
I'm in the rain, with the nine on my brain
Blaow to police and fuck the world! echoes

Fuck the whole wide world, America and all!
I'ma ghetto ball, like crates on the wall
Fuck y'all!
I got the veteran, fortunate my riders
Like I got the soul of a
Desert Storm trooper inside us
And fuck the world

Fuck the whole wide world, America and all!
I'ma ghetto ball, like crates on the wall
Fuck y'all!
I got the veteran, fortunate my riders
Like I got the soul of a
Desert Storm trooper inside us
And fuck the world

Don't nobody love me, and I don't love nobody
It's only a few people that I roll
With that I consider for the posse
Who's Gotti? Live by a Mossy
I'm a full-time veteran
Live by the street commandments, and devil
Damn him
I'ma represent 'em until the world blow
Fuck the world!

Fuck the whole wide world, America and all!
I'ma ghetto ball, like crates on the wall
Fuck y'all!
I got the veteran, fortunate my riders
Like I got the soul of a
Desert Storm trooper inside us
And fuck the world

Jesus Christ you know what it is