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Bizzy:
It's east 1999 time.
I promise that i'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get
Drastic, fast in a hurry. is you ready for me magic? let 'em
Blast, and nigga, bet i (?), then move, true to the murder mo, gladly,
'cause the haters never had to have me, want to follow
Fools through alleys, 'cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me
Like layzie, krayzie, probably st. clair babies, so hate me,
But i handle my business, so lately i can handle my shady, kill 'em,
But we think i'm a bomb again, no leavin' as they put me in
Prison and give me time, i'm ready for the gun to go get 'em and i'm a