Crucified, Bizzy Bone - Still We Breathe lyrics
[Crucified, Bizzy Bone - Still We Breathe lyrics]
Yo Crucified wassup i got ya'll hook stuck
Yes, This is what we do
Young Bizzy Bone the kid
Like to skid, Lemme tell you how we do shit
Ooh, lemme give you what ya need
You better quit hatin' on me
And my army's strapped to the teeth
You do you, and I do me
You'd better get ready
We be Crucified but still we breathe
I give em my glove with the gun
Schizophrenic the man, the mob
Wake up, up out of a coma stuck chasin' a
Ooh, lemme give you what ya need
You better quit hatin' on me
And my army's strapped to the teeth
You do you, and I do me
You'd better get ready
We be Crucified but still
I'ma 'bout the ride, ain't a bore, we
Go broke up in the bars
And we cared for time flies by
It's admitted, I won't fear the stackin'
I feel when you look when I
Really lie ride by high
Shit, I run to the guy, will I plot
My demise, in the dark, full of lie
So they capture the mic
Pressin' the finger, this picture runs outta
My soul, is it blessin' me, bust then I try
Wakin' and puff on the blanket the bowl
For the souls, they can't fuck around
Tell 'em I'll shine hickin', I'm on a roll
Bitch you were wishin' but I
Keep on comin' in meteorites
You're wrecked up by near, my nation
My flow reputates like gods or
Will when they standing over
The face and I'm poster the names
A new world is ecation
We're comin' to get you tonight
I don't think I'll make it tonight
It's Bizzy Bone comin' up with Crucified
Deliver the message to open the minds
But they better not see it
They've made their life blind
Am I mistakin' to find the way
We are livin' is constantly dyin'
Tryin' to make it by
21 anyones, anyone better
Be quick with the mind
Up outta the ground I crawl
Reality is nothin' at all
'Til tryin' to break them wrong
I'm writtin' to prison hopin' they fall
Better let they choose stay froze
Seen too many funerals
I know the feelings mutual, I hear you God
So here we go
Ooh, lemme give you what ya need
You better quit hatin' on me
And my army's strapped to the teeth
You do you, and I do me
You'd better get ready
We be Crucified but still we breathe
Yes, This is what we do
Young Bizzy Bone the kid
Like to skid, Lemme tell you how we do shit
Ooh, lemme give you what ya need
You better quit hatin' on me
And my army's strapped to the teeth
You do you, and I do me
You'd better get ready
We be Crucified but still we breathe
I give em my glove with the gun
Schizophrenic the man, the mob
Wake up, up out of a coma stuck chasin' a
Ooh, lemme give you what ya need
You better quit hatin' on me
And my army's strapped to the teeth
You do you, and I do me
You'd better get ready
We be Crucified but still
I'ma 'bout the ride, ain't a bore, we
Go broke up in the bars
And we cared for time flies by
It's admitted, I won't fear the stackin'
I feel when you look when I
Really lie ride by high
Shit, I run to the guy, will I plot
My demise, in the dark, full of lie
So they capture the mic
Pressin' the finger, this picture runs outta
My soul, is it blessin' me, bust then I try
Wakin' and puff on the blanket the bowl
For the souls, they can't fuck around
Tell 'em I'll shine hickin', I'm on a roll
Bitch you were wishin' but I
Keep on comin' in meteorites
You're wrecked up by near, my nation
My flow reputates like gods or
Will when they standing over
The face and I'm poster the names
A new world is ecation
We're comin' to get you tonight
I don't think I'll make it tonight
It's Bizzy Bone comin' up with Crucified
Deliver the message to open the minds
But they better not see it
They've made their life blind
Am I mistakin' to find the way
We are livin' is constantly dyin'
Tryin' to make it by
21 anyones, anyone better
Be quick with the mind
Up outta the ground I crawl
Reality is nothin' at all
'Til tryin' to break them wrong
I'm writtin' to prison hopin' they fall
Better let they choose stay froze
Seen too many funerals
I know the feelings mutual, I hear you God
So here we go
Ooh, lemme give you what ya need
You better quit hatin' on me
And my army's strapped to the teeth
You do you, and I do me
You'd better get ready
We be Crucified but still we breathe