Bizzy Bone - Seeing Things lyrics

Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow
Fuck them boys
Man, if you niggas gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga)
Let's do some shit nigga
We can turn this motherfucker
Into Dodge City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga
Can't you tell bitch?!

Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
And he started flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in
The 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got
To find a murderer
With a double-edge pump and a church killer
Don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin
Up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn
Little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and
The alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball
But I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves
You house niggas
Rollin with plantations on full
Of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck
(nigga what you niggas wanna do nigga?)
I, will fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St luce
Forgettin my thugs now who do you trust?
(God) ante up and I'll bust, my
Gun thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn
Money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness
Glance at BB baby
I don't give a fuck I, don't give a fuck

Haha, motherfucker nigga
These ho-ass niggas don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section bitch
I'll BUST on you BITCHES
On the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you

Literally, possessed, I got veins
Poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist
Got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy
Tragic when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the
Auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they
Cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy
But I'm a soldier
The wickedest witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot
Roll over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth
And I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and
Green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what
I'm back in Kansas it was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low
He he he seein things (seein things)

Bitch (I keep on seein things)
And I spoke my mind and
It liberated me motherfucker
(I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these demons
(I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me!
(seein things, seein things)

Little Confucious for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you
Can end up bigger
But my niggas in the middle
With my new born style
The foul sinnin beginning now
And then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good
To be back from prison
But don't nobody feel him but
Them niggas around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
But he went nutty when money because
He was out of the gully
With nothin but uglies hoe
Better make us and touch
No one will touch me
One wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt
I don't even erupt
+Creep on Ah Come Up+, what up
Trapped in a rapture
The trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast
You tattered like cattle
And medallions, diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster
Than the average asses
In the shadows out of the battlefield

I'll BUST on you BITCHES
On the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a)
Fuck all these demons (It was all a)
And I spoke my mind and
It liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these demons
(It was all a dream dream
Dream dream dream dream)
And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and
It liberated me motherfucker