Fa Sho

Bizzy Bone-Intro-
Ya, lets have some fun with him.
Who's song is that? (Yall know what your tlaking about?)(Ya,uh)
Mob Life. Little Bizzy Bone,
Bone Thugs n Harmony. Yes,
7th Sign (I'm out). In full effect baby. (Count off)

-Bizzy Bone-(Chick)-Chorus-
One for the money/ Two for the show,
Oh no! (Do you wanna ride for sho'?
)/ And thanks to the rhythm you know I'm gangsta ghetto
(Ghetto), do you fo sho?
(Do you wanna ride for sho')/ One for the money/ Two
for the show, Oh no! (Do you wanna ride for sho'?
)/ And thanks to the rhythm you know I'm gangsta ghetto(Ghetto),
do you fo sho? (Do you wanna ride for sho')

-Bizzy Bone-
Havin a party god damn/ Its another ghetto bash,
its fast comin to bring em right at ya/ Lives to the
grapevines/ Business type,
nobody can break us/ Got a little Italian in me,
but I'm not paper chasin/ Gimme money like basketball
players, and richer than Casey Layons with the heat,
seeks the street damn my dead friends/ I hope that
he said his prayers before he met his end,
broke bread/ Make a mends with your maker,
I love my creator/ I never been a hater,
my baby momma stole all my Gators/ My face keep craters,
but dog for real we still down/ You know that block
keeps me still/ You got the scrilla,
I got the scrilla/ You know the deal,
if its on than its on/ Flip the blunt,
we go peel/ To the family,
polish up the Grammy and chill/ What do you know,
Papi Chullo got a record deal (Record deal)

-Chorus-

-Court Dog-
Midwest representers, write that down,
never go home/ We gettin' the money,
I'm makin' the bids, we lay 'em down,
so ruff so tuff/ We hittin' them corners and hittin
them blocks and buy me some 25's/ None of you haters
in case you ain't know its Court Dogg with 7th Sign/
7th Sign soldiers, you hatin?
It ain't kosher/ You roll or get rolled over/ Layin'
in that black trunk with a chaffer/ We criminals tryna
be rapper, smash em (Yes we is)/ So the question we
gotta be askin' 'So would you wanna be holdin your
pants? Get my parlayed, thug passion' We leave the
ladies grinnin from ear to ear/ With the back stretched
from here to here/ Heres some playas,
its pretty its pretty/ Its pretty clear,
you dig?/ We leave them clearances/ You really wanna
compare (?)/ What you think this is?
The D Boy, 7th Sign choppin' trees,
timber! And Court Dog, the long lost Bone,
nigga/ Braids blowin' in the wind/ Got nothin' but
money to spend, sippin' Henn/ Runnin' it and let this free wheel spin

-Chorus-

-Chick-
Its Court Dogg and Mob Life/ And Bizzy Bone and 7th
Sign (Gotta get up)/ Its Court Dogg and Mob Life/ And
Bizzy Bone and 7th Sign (Gotta get up)

-Court Dog-
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party,
Court Dog' buyin' drinks for everybody/ I only kick
with realist, guerillas, and dealers,
can't fade the wannabe haters and sqealers/ I'm breakin'
the figures and givin' it in,
and time to deliver these heavy hitters; Bone Thugs
N Harmony, you with us/ 2 Sic you D Boy,
you know they feel us/ The haters,
they want me to stop but see,
I can't/ When saw all my game,
I told 'em me name and I'm laughin' all the way to
the bank (Ha ha) and you know it's fa' sho'

-Chorus-