| Song | Less Fame |
| Artist | Bizzy Bone |
| Album | Speaking in Tongues |
| 作曲 : McCane | |
| [Intro]I'm tryin to tell you that we got it (c'mon) | |
| Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a.. | |
| Yeah, this a blessing, stress game (hey!) | |
| Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I'm arresting(One time, one time) | |
| Much pressure in the stress game (hey hey!) | |
| Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I'm arresting | |
| Much pressure in the stress game (hey!) | |
| Less fame, it's a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I'm arresting - much..[Bizzy Bone] | |
| And I can see that you don't want me to love | |
| And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to thug | |
| And I'm damn sure that you don't want me to judge | |
| And I'm damn sure that you don't want me | |
| You better believe that time is tickin | |
| I can hold no grudge, you can't haunt me | |
| Callin up my player-ass partner while | |
| I'm sippin on wine | |
| Only to soothe my little spirits, | |
| I think God can hear me cryin | |
| When I wake up to the birds and then the herbs of the violins | |
| But I think he rather have me disturbed, man | |
| I can't even sleep in silence[Chorus] | |
| Much pressure in the stress game, less fame | |
| It's a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I'm arresting[repeat above 4X] | |
| Much..[Bizzy Bone] | |
| Ain't no illusion less than | |
| God, for the realest of the writin | |
| Love thy neighbor, it's way beyond the fightin and the lightnin | |
| Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill | |
| I'ma fly the kite | |
| And Robyn | |
| Givens, she's still tryin to play me like | |
| I'm TysonOh poor baby, maybe | |
| I'm just a little bit sentimental | |
| When it comes to the death | |
| I've wept, still weepin with whips | |
| As my brothers they got hung by trees, and beat with whips | |
| The pain is so deep that they carry so many regrets | |
| Here's a message[Chorus][Bizzy Bone] | |
| With the world in a daze and the homies smokin haze | |
| And they slangin on the | |
| Ave to upper classmen, hey | |
| Slay, with the | |
| A to the K | |
| Without a weapon watchin and listenin and, where without livin | |
| Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast | |
| You take a puff and that's enough and throw it away in the trash | |
| At last, minus the visual, where would | |
| I be?You tell | |
| Eve to get her ass out the tree, that's cheap[Chorus] |
| zuò qǔ : McCane | |
| Intro I' m tryin to tell you that we got it c' mon | |
| Yeah boy, stress game, less fame is a.. | |
| Yeah, this a blessing, stress game hey! | |
| Less fame, it' s a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I' m arresting One time, one time | |
| Much pressure in the stress game hey hey! | |
| Less fame, it' s a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I' m arresting | |
| Much pressure in the stress game hey! | |
| Less fame, it' s a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I' m arresting much.. Bizzy Bone | |
| And I can see that you don' t want me to love | |
| And I' m damn sure that you don' t want me to thug | |
| And I' m damn sure that you don' t want me to judge | |
| And I' m damn sure that you don' t want me | |
| You better believe that time is tickin | |
| I can hold no grudge, you can' t haunt me | |
| Callin up my playerass partner while | |
| I' m sippin on wine | |
| Only to soothe my little spirits, | |
| I think God can hear me cryin | |
| When I wake up to the birds and then the herbs of the violins | |
| But I think he rather have me disturbed, man | |
| I can' t even sleep in silence Chorus | |
| Much pressure in the stress game, less fame | |
| It' s a blessin, bosom buddy | |
| I' m arresting repeat above 4X | |
| Much.. Bizzy Bone | |
| Ain' t no illusion less than | |
| God, for the realest of the writin | |
| Love thy neighbor, it' s way beyond the fightin and the lightnin | |
| Benjamin Franklin, with a 50 dollar bill | |
| I' ma fly the kite | |
| And Robyn | |
| Givens, she' s still tryin to play me like | |
| I' m TysonOh poor baby, maybe | |
| I' m just a little bit sentimental | |
| When it comes to the death | |
| I' ve wept, still weepin with whips | |
| As my brothers they got hung by trees, and beat with whips | |
| The pain is so deep that they carry so many regrets | |
| Here' s a message Chorus Bizzy Bone | |
| With the world in a daze and the homies smokin haze | |
| And they slangin on the | |
| Ave to upper classmen, hey | |
| Slay, with the | |
| A to the K | |
| Without a weapon watchin and listenin and, where without livin | |
| Hey, get on the level as we smoke real fast | |
| You take a puff and that' s enough and throw it away in the trash | |
| At last, minus the visual, where would | |
| I be? You tell | |
| Eve to get her ass out the tree, that' s cheap Chorus |