Bizzy: Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. Know that I won't fly by that lesson, you taught me to pull out my Wesson, you brought me, and I'm not stressin' it softly. Get ‘em up off me, ’cause all we wanted was harmony, been bombin' ‘em, yell up outta my ghetto, I won’t settle, get on my level. They can't stop me and pop me. Nigga, they got me? Fuck no. Little Pac gets schizophrenic, let's manage to damage all y'all. I'll talk about ‘em, and you don’t really want it, ‘cause...
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