Schizophrenic Lyrics
| Song | Schizophrenic |
| Artist | Bizzy Bone |
| Album | The Gift |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (bizzy) | |
| Yeah, daddy's the crackhead | |
| Mama's just lookin' for love | |
| Marijuana, weedman, little thug | |
| We don't call him steven | |
| Breathin' in the garden of eden | |
| Eve was corrupted body combusted from the flames | |
| Cleveland ain't give me nothin' but game | |
| Goin' insane and it's rainin' bloody murder, murder | |
| Chillin' in the gun range servin' on the corner, corner, chop, chop | |
| Watch for the po po, drop top switches on the lo lo | |
| Your skinny nigga with the fo fo | |
| Make more hot tips like off in dodge city | |
| Elevation say they ain't gonna dodge bizzy like my kin folk | |
| In the lock down love i don't even budge | |
| Cause i don't know you | |
| And i'm sure to get my thug on, ho | |
| Who that baby's daddy, daddy is beatin' your nigga | |
| Where his caddy is? | |
| He probably mad in fact don't panic | |
| Profanity i'm schitzophrenic | |
| How do we manage so frantic and calm | |
| With the bombay sneakin' on me, baby | |
| (chorus) | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y'all near the end, y'all near the end, y'all near the end | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y'all near the end, y'all near the end | |
| When i bust ?m on down | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| When i bust ?m on down | |
| When i bust ?m on down | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y'all near the end, y'all near the end | |
| When i bust ?m on down | |
| (bizzy) | |
| Little layzie feelin' the quija shit it ain't easy | |
| Niggas beneath me tryin' to deceive me | |
| Wanna defeat me please not even these could keep me | |
| All on the wave length buck to the bang | |
| Why they gotta stay and make me faint? | |
| War paint, walk the plank | |
| Fuck the bass smokin' hay | |
| Me, i ain't no joke | |
| And then some more dope then you'd ever know | |
| E-i-l-o, hello | |
| When i'm all by myself let it go, let it go, let it go | |
| Rollin' with my posse your way, hell no | |
| Draped in versace got me on lock | |
| Did they rock the bells and play | |
| Straight from the glock, glock love block later tears away | |
| And consequences got me drinkin' free, yes i'll pay | |
| And that's a pain ?ause i was stuck in a rutt, you'd say | |
| How do we stay in the war zone | |
| Bizzy bone, gotta phone and then lay on the floor gone, goin' on | |
| Probably know we read | |
| It's hard to be in bone here we are | |
| In and out your car, and calm | |
| Call me in the 7th song | |
| Regime, you can't get in the battle zone | |
| (chorus) | |
| (bizzy) | |
| I see no black queen, nigga searched it | |
| Then your other boys cursed the term | |
| Run up your weave with one hand | |
| I don't show no mercy | |
| Of course! | |
| Who the fuck is a six, six, six, seven make the mayhem | |
| Start blastin' on you, bitch | |
| I come relentless where your killas at? | |
| Posted up both of my ??? | |
| Remember then, twista when you wasn't aluminum foil | |
| Strive to strike gold | |
| And it might go slightly less dissin' the loyal | |
| Money say i'm the royalty | |
| ??? on speedknots | |
| Oh, you got lots of shit to say | |
| You better respect me, mothafucka! | |
| Seance and they knock me off with the valium | |
| Buy your bitch from my madallions | |
| While my posse scopin' you ho's | |
| Slide my mazarati to that slick bitch | |
| Yeah that trick bitch | |
| I'm ruthless, bone thugs, bone thugs, sign who? | |
| Get at ?m, nigga! | |
| (chorus) | |
| (bizzy) | |
| We got it jumpin' like peanuts | |
| Get up and see us | |
| Fuck with the words to the song all night long | |
| Baby, believe us damn my man keep bumpin' my back | |
| Get you some rhythm, musta just got outta prison | |
| Skippin' the kid but you with him | |
| Do the walk say, ?uck the cops!? | |
| Give it up some hardtimes gettin' in | |
| Welcome to the bar, baby | |
| We thuggin', huggin' this broad | |
| And she rubbin' on me squeezin' my ass | |
| Better check your pockets | |
| Better not steal my cash | |
| Ask cube we be clubbin', clubbin', clubbin' | |
| I'm your nigga in a bucket, like fuck it | |
| He think he ballin' in a mercedes 600 | |
| But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't | |
| But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't | |
| (chorus til fade) |
| bizzy | |
| Yeah, daddy' s the crackhead | |
| Mama' s just lookin' for love | |
| Marijuana, weedman, little thug | |
| We don' t call him steven | |
| Breathin' in the garden of eden | |
| Eve was corrupted body combusted from the flames | |
| Cleveland ain' t give me nothin' but game | |
| Goin' insane and it' s rainin' bloody murder, murder | |
| Chillin' in the gun range servin' on the corner, corner, chop, chop | |
| Watch for the po po, drop top switches on the lo lo | |
| Your skinny nigga with the fo fo | |
| Make more hot tips like off in dodge city | |
| Elevation say they ain' t gonna dodge bizzy like my kin folk | |
| In the lock down love i don' t even budge | |
| Cause i don' t know you | |
| And i' m sure to get my thug on, ho | |
| Who that baby' s daddy, daddy is beatin' your nigga | |
| Where his caddy is? | |
| He probably mad in fact don' t panic | |
| Profanity i' m schitzophrenic | |
| How do we manage so frantic and calm | |
| With the bombay sneakin' on me, baby | |
| chorus | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y' all near the end, y' all near the end, y' all near the end | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y' all near the end, y' all near the end | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y' all near the end, y' all near the end | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| bizzy | |
| Little layzie feelin' the quija shit it ain' t easy | |
| Niggas beneath me tryin' to deceive me | |
| Wanna defeat me please not even these could keep me | |
| All on the wave length buck to the bang | |
| Why they gotta stay and make me faint? | |
| War paint, walk the plank | |
| Fuck the bass smokin' hay | |
| Me, i ain' t no joke | |
| And then some more dope then you' d ever know | |
| Eilo, hello | |
| When i' m all by myself let it go, let it go, let it go | |
| Rollin' with my posse your way, hell no | |
| Draped in versace got me on lock | |
| Did they rock the bells and play | |
| Straight from the glock, glock love block later tears away | |
| And consequences got me drinkin' free, yes i' ll pay | |
| And that' s a pain ? ause i was stuck in a rutt, you' d say | |
| How do we stay in the war zone | |
| Bizzy bone, gotta phone and then lay on the floor gone, goin' on | |
| Probably know we read | |
| It' s hard to be in bone here we are | |
| In and out your car, and calm | |
| Call me in the 7th song | |
| Regime, you can' t get in the battle zone | |
| chorus | |
| bizzy | |
| I see no black queen, nigga searched it | |
| Then your other boys cursed the term | |
| Run up your weave with one hand | |
| I don' t show no mercy | |
| Of course! | |
| Who the fuck is a six, six, six, seven make the mayhem | |
| Start blastin' on you, bitch | |
| I come relentless where your killas at? | |
| Posted up both of my ??? | |
| Remember then, twista when you wasn' t aluminum foil | |
| Strive to strike gold | |
| And it might go slightly less dissin' the loyal | |
| Money say i' m the royalty | |
| ??? on speedknots | |
| Oh, you got lots of shit to say | |
| You better respect me, mothafucka! | |
| Seance and they knock me off with the valium | |
| Buy your bitch from my madallions | |
| While my posse scopin' you ho' s | |
| Slide my mazarati to that slick bitch | |
| Yeah that trick bitch | |
| I' m ruthless, bone thugs, bone thugs, sign who? | |
| Get at ? m, nigga! | |
| chorus | |
| bizzy | |
| We got it jumpin' like peanuts | |
| Get up and see us | |
| Fuck with the words to the song all night long | |
| Baby, believe us damn my man keep bumpin' my back | |
| Get you some rhythm, musta just got outta prison | |
| Skippin' the kid but you with him | |
| Do the walk say, ? uck the cops!? | |
| Give it up some hardtimes gettin' in | |
| Welcome to the bar, baby | |
| We thuggin', huggin' this broad | |
| And she rubbin' on me squeezin' my ass | |
| Better check your pockets | |
| Better not steal my cash | |
| Ask cube we be clubbin', clubbin', clubbin' | |
| I' m your nigga in a bucket, like fuck it | |
| He think he ballin' in a mercedes 600 | |
| But he wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t | |
| But he wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t | |
| chorus til fade |
| bizzy | |
| Yeah, daddy' s the crackhead | |
| Mama' s just lookin' for love | |
| Marijuana, weedman, little thug | |
| We don' t call him steven | |
| Breathin' in the garden of eden | |
| Eve was corrupted body combusted from the flames | |
| Cleveland ain' t give me nothin' but game | |
| Goin' insane and it' s rainin' bloody murder, murder | |
| Chillin' in the gun range servin' on the corner, corner, chop, chop | |
| Watch for the po po, drop top switches on the lo lo | |
| Your skinny nigga with the fo fo | |
| Make more hot tips like off in dodge city | |
| Elevation say they ain' t gonna dodge bizzy like my kin folk | |
| In the lock down love i don' t even budge | |
| Cause i don' t know you | |
| And i' m sure to get my thug on, ho | |
| Who that baby' s daddy, daddy is beatin' your nigga | |
| Where his caddy is? | |
| He probably mad in fact don' t panic | |
| Profanity i' m schitzophrenic | |
| How do we manage so frantic and calm | |
| With the bombay sneakin' on me, baby | |
| chorus | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y' all near the end, y' all near the end, y' all near the end | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y' all near the end, y' all near the end | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| In the battle zone, battle zone | |
| Y' all near the end, y' all near the end | |
| When i bust ? m on down | |
| bizzy | |
| Little layzie feelin' the quija shit it ain' t easy | |
| Niggas beneath me tryin' to deceive me | |
| Wanna defeat me please not even these could keep me | |
| All on the wave length buck to the bang | |
| Why they gotta stay and make me faint? | |
| War paint, walk the plank | |
| Fuck the bass smokin' hay | |
| Me, i ain' t no joke | |
| And then some more dope then you' d ever know | |
| Eilo, hello | |
| When i' m all by myself let it go, let it go, let it go | |
| Rollin' with my posse your way, hell no | |
| Draped in versace got me on lock | |
| Did they rock the bells and play | |
| Straight from the glock, glock love block later tears away | |
| And consequences got me drinkin' free, yes i' ll pay | |
| And that' s a pain ? ause i was stuck in a rutt, you' d say | |
| How do we stay in the war zone | |
| Bizzy bone, gotta phone and then lay on the floor gone, goin' on | |
| Probably know we read | |
| It' s hard to be in bone here we are | |
| In and out your car, and calm | |
| Call me in the 7th song | |
| Regime, you can' t get in the battle zone | |
| chorus | |
| bizzy | |
| I see no black queen, nigga searched it | |
| Then your other boys cursed the term | |
| Run up your weave with one hand | |
| I don' t show no mercy | |
| Of course! | |
| Who the fuck is a six, six, six, seven make the mayhem | |
| Start blastin' on you, bitch | |
| I come relentless where your killas at? | |
| Posted up both of my ??? | |
| Remember then, twista when you wasn' t aluminum foil | |
| Strive to strike gold | |
| And it might go slightly less dissin' the loyal | |
| Money say i' m the royalty | |
| ??? on speedknots | |
| Oh, you got lots of shit to say | |
| You better respect me, mothafucka! | |
| Seance and they knock me off with the valium | |
| Buy your bitch from my madallions | |
| While my posse scopin' you ho' s | |
| Slide my mazarati to that slick bitch | |
| Yeah that trick bitch | |
| I' m ruthless, bone thugs, bone thugs, sign who? | |
| Get at ? m, nigga! | |
| chorus | |
| bizzy | |
| We got it jumpin' like peanuts | |
| Get up and see us | |
| Fuck with the words to the song all night long | |
| Baby, believe us damn my man keep bumpin' my back | |
| Get you some rhythm, musta just got outta prison | |
| Skippin' the kid but you with him | |
| Do the walk say, ? uck the cops!? | |
| Give it up some hardtimes gettin' in | |
| Welcome to the bar, baby | |
| We thuggin', huggin' this broad | |
| And she rubbin' on me squeezin' my ass | |
| Better check your pockets | |
| Better not steal my cash | |
| Ask cube we be clubbin', clubbin', clubbin' | |
| I' m your nigga in a bucket, like fuck it | |
| He think he ballin' in a mercedes 600 | |
| But he wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t | |
| But he wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t, wasn' t | |
| chorus til fade |
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