Artist: Bizzy Bone f/ 2Pac
Album: Unreleased
Song: Confessions
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Talking:
I have a confession to make........
Verse One: Bizzy
Striped me naked mama froze they made me take off my clothes
And show my bruises open the door and show the parents the work
My minitive 55 pounds all around it can't hold me down
selling my soul to the ground now turn em around and abandon, breakdown
It'll take armies, harmony, army and alarm mesold me in the soul, follow the exhaust and the naughty, put it on my lobby
And in the lane name call me, got to feel shortybut it was strictly for little shorty beat up or beam up, in your muthaf---en brought can't hold me catch
Ghetto rolls, and throw more sorts to the buzz, up yours
and close the door, minimals, it's mo',
and no, sparkle and flow Lord, you know we stressin with the essence, zesten we testin armageddon
my head in the bottom and yeah, ah, ah
Chorus: 2Xs
Stretch, and bust a freak enemies give me reason
to be the last muthaf---a breathin
Bust, my automatic rounds catch em while they sleepin
now I'm the last muthaf---a breathin
Verse Two: 2pac
Wassup with 50 enemies plotten my death
all 50 seeing visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest thug nigga I was strapped
Had me peepin 'round corners homies peepin in my vest
Shit, oh my God! In this troubled block
call the cops, thug niggaz screamin Westside bustin double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
lickin shots, drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel slowly
Rest me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in helllet me live on the streetz cause ain't no place for me in jail
Getten world-wide exposurewhat about your niggaz that don't give a f--- ridin as my souljaz
I just proved someone in war past nacho as a killer
Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthaf---a breathin'
Chorus: til fade
drivin up on the curb handle the steerin wheel slowly Rest me Father I'ma sinner, I'm living in hell
let me live on the streetz cause ain't no place for me in jail
Getten world-wide exposurewhat about your niggaz that don't give a f--- ridin as my souljaz
I just proved someone in war past nacho as a killer
Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy Killa
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustaz now I'm the last muthaf---a breathin'