[Bizzy]
  Yeah, this for all you non-believers
  Especially out in the C-O
  Man, fuck y'all niggas
  Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
  You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) [x2]
    [Maje$ty]
  7 Sign...
    [Bizzy]
  I put who got you, too, who shot you
  Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
  Look who got you, too, who shot you
  Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
    Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up
  Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out
  Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7
  What am I yellin'? Murderer
  Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you
  (Muthafucka, don't play me) play me
  Nigga, not today
  I see you but you can't see me
  I know with all of government and
  Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb)
    [Maje$ty]
  Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn
  Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones
  The roots exploited clones; therefore
  It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit
  Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections
  It's magnified to new levels of elevation
    [Bizzy]
  Seven sign, seven, seven sign
  Seven, seventh sign seal
  Yeah, now y'all know, yeah
  Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die
  you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes)
    [Bizzy]
  I put who got you, too, who shot you
  Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
  Look who got you, too, who shot you
  Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
    The Rip here to run in the street
  And flippin' on police, yeah they know me
  I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears
  And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie
  All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa?
  Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it
  And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes
  I'm ready to die
  And I hope my mama really loves me
  'Cause daddy's bye-bye
  Inner pride with the Ripsta
  Let 'em hit ya with the scripture
  Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of
    [Maje$ty]
  Three sixty-five out of all the round trees
  They'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies
  Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze
  And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back
  Sacks only in dress pants
  have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?
  I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh
  Sell a dream to 'em
  Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash
  My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected
  Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole
  Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime
  It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business
  Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes
  Don't lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me?
  Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili
  Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook
  So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it
  I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless
  Word sound 'til I'm foamin'
  Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin'
  Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans
  More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles
  And promotions make me more potent
  Deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind
  Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind
  Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame
  The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain
    [Bizzy talking]
  I'm a let a nigga know
  You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat
  I gives a fuck about no nigga
  Don't be no (corvie) - ass nigga
  I'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip
  Off the rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind)
    Where's the mob?
  Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job
  Is you ready for jail?
  Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob
  We can spar, but you gon' drop (drop)
  I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop
  Better look out for miles, been doomed since I womb
  Will he put me in my tomb?
  I've been thuggin' so assume when I enter your room, boom
  Stomped through Compton
  And cities y'all ain't never heard of and listen
  I bet there's thousand people screamin' out
  "Murder, murderin' ya"
  Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got a life
  I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes
  Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry
  I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie
  So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental
  So piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental
  One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off
  They took a chance and lost
  let's spray A-K and make gangsta gone
  Don't finish the wars when they ain't over
  I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close
  And they got so ? if it ain't ?
  This family that don't give a fuck who you are
  It ain't nothin' like some trouble
  How close? How far (how far, how far)?