nigga Through the weather the storms... Through the weather the storms... My nigga will always be my nigga Through the weather the storms... [Bizzy Bone
: Up in the storm, out of a mirrage Deep in the ghetto, the Lord is in charge Swords comin' out of my mouth, ready can't block the barrage I'm still (
the shit, And baby's mama drama, karma, dillemas and problems And now I'm single, ready to mingle, Holla, holla, holla, holla. [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
it right Grandfather, I'm feelin' I heard the balance the talent like I was told Make me strong from the ?? invisible things Bizzy Bone can't be boned
know me Seven they- Hey, Seven they- Way With you every step of the way Shotgun go blow-blow-blow Is K ok? What about Wish and Flesh? Bone Thug millenium
kick Bapes, only wear 'em once My red Pradas, strawberry blunts These niggas fronts, like they gold fronts Fadin in and out, now they comin in and out [Hook x2: Bizzy Bone
