Mr. Ripsta - Bizzy Bone

Better be all about that KO popped him

I believe that warrior way

Big dawg

Put it on the floor

Foot up in the door

Kick it and sprang it

I get them bleeding often

Demon up on me

Thinking I sold my soul

But I keep with the reaping

I sew now

Don’t nobody know a thing

But I got a perfect flow

And I keep that weapon beaming

Winner with the clips I go swift

And it sell well enough to chill

Brother inhale

Never loan that’s yo shit

I get lifted

20 gauge and I must get bustin

Hell away

Let a Ripsta killer now put em all in

I’m paid daily

With a thug shotgun and tell ya

Put it up to killa killa

Glock Glock block nigga pop up and down

(You niggas are feeling them shots)

You niggas are bitches

I come out the trenches

With niggas defending

We get around snips and flicks

And some of these niggas just high

Don’t know what it takes to rip

Why would I hate to make it

Why would they hate me

Niggas that I roll with

They don’t play that bull

With a buck

That we make it through the years

That nigga better stay back

(Niggas ain’t in)

You really not worthy enough to be mad at me that is a sin

Where do I begin

I begin in the ghetto my nigga

You really don’t know where I been

I been around dealers

They really with stealers

I get me a pace

And some pocket of rilla

But you know the story

And I’m independent

But when I descend

It’ll have to get bigger

But when you are richer

They all on a leash

Strategically give it away n then see

Money the name of they love

When you take it away

They gon show you the people they be

And the people they be, be the ones that you leave

And I’ll be be the thuggin

I see it in me

Then be every bit of the legend ya call me

My enemies rip, y’all Rest In Peace

(You niggas are feeling them shots)

Enemy opps

Feeling me Glocks

Finna be shots

Finna be shots

Finna be shots

Finna be shots

(These niggas these niggas, are felling are feeling them shots)

When you born out of poverty

When it go movin no different

And obviously on a swivel

They shut up and dribble it

Just to be simple you bitch

Imma ball Imma get me a triple

I come from the fans

The bloodiest table

We all got a nine &yo ass in a pickle

The stub be the three fifty seven I spill em

We get in the prison cause stuffy’s a killa

But Rest In Peace Jackie

The foot in my package

We brought it to wheezy

He need me adaptin

My nigga just sit down

Been murdering, thuggin and dealin

Drag it past the yap

Head into the back

Low to the soul better get that sack

Back in the 90's serving crack

It was so bad

I ain’t ever gonna do that

Off to the money, now I get to the bag

Nigga left an egg in the drop top rag

Run into the trap dropped it off in a flash

That’s Mr Ripsta

That little nigga fast

Everybody on the ground

So I keep in my mind and I picture

The wall (the wall)

A fixture (fix ya)

Insist ya

But trust me

As Mr Ripsta Ripsta

(You niggas are feeling them shots)

Enemy opps

Feeling me Glocks

Finna be shots

Finna be shots

Finna be shots

Finna be shots

(These niggas these niggas are feeling them feeling them shots)

Better be all about that KO popped him

I believe that warrior way

Big dawg

Put it on the floor

Foot up in the door

Kick it and sprang it

I get them bleeding often

Demon up on me

Thinking I sold my soul

But I keep with the reaping

I sew now

Don’t nobody know a thing

But I got a perfect flow

And I keep that weapon beaming

Winner with the clips I go swift

And it sell well enough to chill

Brother inhale

Never loan that’s yo shit

I get lifted

20 gauge and I must get bustin

Hell away

Let a Ripsta killer now put em all in

I’m paid daily

With a thug shotgun and tell ya

Put it up to killa killa

Glock Glock block nigga pop up and down

(You niggas are feeling them shots)