Lyrics:

[Bizzy Bone] Let it go (let it go) Let yourself go (I was passin til the cops come) Big beef (I was passin til the cops come Ready ready ready ready ready.) big beefin with the mistress for the backs of the lions as we growl mutherfucker we all livin in the last motherfuckin day this is revalations if it don't go down now that mean nobody was wrong and you face yourself with that question, for the answer.. the fuck do you believe in? Let's take a pie to the badguy Zero well where my cateye dadeye My flavour frame the raddle Hot out, hot out of problem My album hit the shelves we hustle for record sales If my niggas stole hear my niggas thirty thousand tales Get me squad cars excetera (Excetera) tell me my position as we yell (Yell) This isn't bullshit like pimples in the public Made gratafying If you don't like my bullets set hell ta pink faction L.A. Lugers start your mad punk They really got a smash on And they would probly blast you [Puff Daddy] I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in Empty the shells and niggas give you the reason Everyone one's the type ta be stuckin, duckin and weavin Probly breathin My stories no fairy tail rich niggas ain't neva sell [Ha ha ha] From my buck to the world Gave my Glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the Benz Baby it ends if she sells [Come on] woofin [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Ohh playa ohh nigga Gotta lot of shells to lock you down (x4) [Puff Daddy] Lookin theys bullets hit guerillas Expressions can mean a lot to my stressin and progressi