Bizzy Bone - Less Fame lyrics
[Bizzy Bone - Less Fame lyrics]
I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon)
Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a
Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey)
Less fame, it's a blessin
Bosom buddy I'm arresting
(One time, one time)
Much pressure in the stress game (hey hey)
Less fame, it's a blessin
Bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much pressure in the stress game (hey)
Less fame, it's a blessin
Bosom buddy I'm arresting - much
And I can see that you don't want me to love
And I'm damn sure that you
Don't want me to thug
And I'm damn sure that you
Don't want me to judge
And I'm damn sure that you don't want me
You better believe that time is tickin
I can hold no grudge, you can't haunt me
Callin up my player-ass partner while
I'm sippin on wine
Only to soothe my little spirit's
I think God can hear me cryin
When I wake up to the birds and
Then the herbs of the violins
But, I think he rather have me disturbed
Man I can't even sleep in silence
Much pressure in the stress game, less fame
It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much
Ain't no illusion less than God
For the realest of the writin
Love thy neighbor
It's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin
Benjamin Franklin
With a 50 dollar bill I'ma fly the kite
And Robyn Givens
She's still tryin to play me like I'm Tyson
Oh poor baby
Maybe I'm just a little bit sentimental
When it comes to the death I've wept
Still weepin with whips
As my brothers they got hung by trees
And beat with whips the pain is so deep that
They carry so many regrets here's a message
Much pressure in the stress game, less fame
It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much
With the world in a daze
And the homies smokin haze
And they slangin on the
Ave to upper classmen, hey
Slay, with the A to the K
Without a weapon watchin and listenin and
Where without livin
Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast
You take a puff and that's enough and
Throw it away in the trash
At last, minus the visual, where would I be?
You tell Eve to get her ass out the tree
That's cheap
Much pressure in the stress game, less fame
It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much
Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a
Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey)
Less fame, it's a blessin
Bosom buddy I'm arresting
(One time, one time)
Much pressure in the stress game (hey hey)
Less fame, it's a blessin
Bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much pressure in the stress game (hey)
Less fame, it's a blessin
Bosom buddy I'm arresting - much
And I can see that you don't want me to love
And I'm damn sure that you
Don't want me to thug
And I'm damn sure that you
Don't want me to judge
And I'm damn sure that you don't want me
You better believe that time is tickin
I can hold no grudge, you can't haunt me
Callin up my player-ass partner while
I'm sippin on wine
Only to soothe my little spirit's
I think God can hear me cryin
When I wake up to the birds and
Then the herbs of the violins
But, I think he rather have me disturbed
Man I can't even sleep in silence
Much pressure in the stress game, less fame
It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much
Ain't no illusion less than God
For the realest of the writin
Love thy neighbor
It's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin
Benjamin Franklin
With a 50 dollar bill I'ma fly the kite
And Robyn Givens
She's still tryin to play me like I'm Tyson
Oh poor baby
Maybe I'm just a little bit sentimental
When it comes to the death I've wept
Still weepin with whips
As my brothers they got hung by trees
And beat with whips the pain is so deep that
They carry so many regrets here's a message
Much pressure in the stress game, less fame
It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much
With the world in a daze
And the homies smokin haze
And they slangin on the
Ave to upper classmen, hey
Slay, with the A to the K
Without a weapon watchin and listenin and
Where without livin
Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast
You take a puff and that's enough and
Throw it away in the trash
At last, minus the visual, where would I be?
You tell Eve to get her ass out the tree
That's cheap
Much pressure in the stress game, less fame
It's a blessin, bosom buddy I'm arresting
Much