Get Ya, Get Ya

[Intro: Bizzy]
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Roll that blunt (yeah)
 Give me another toke homie
 We ridin, pimp
 [Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
 Ooh, I guess they don't know, I'm finna call up David
 And we marchin on them quickly to the South Pole
 So what they wanna do with us? Uh, finna get'cha get'cha
 Uh, finna get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha
 [Bizzy Bone]
 Lord, crush they numbers daddies eyes can see
 I know Jesus carry me, he ever need me I'm there verily
 I love the Virgin Mary, Mexican food, without the children
 or the child shall lead to mommy, daddy love me I'm chillin
 Bless the world if it's possible, I cry on my knees
 Praise the Lord, God almighty the creator of all lightning
 Ass booty and cattle, blood stop, I'm feelin the brain waves rattlin
 Tryna stop what we got, ain't seen no cops come
 Stone cold producer, bad to the bone, I ain't no sell out
 Better leave him alone, I'll clear this bitch out
 Shut the fuck up out of they pencil walls and then shake that dust
 Fuck the lust, non-physical, now they got me in cuffs - one love
 [Chorus]
 [Bizzy Bone]
 Deep in the mind where they question me, what do you want to know?
 I don't know nothing, but I heard that legend tellin me take it slow
 Finna be, within the body this is a blessin
 better get rid of whatever you need
 You better go get it remember to plant that seed
 While I'm dead holdin the microphone, closer to the spirit
 Clearly I get that jealousy somehow I just don't fear it
 I blame nothin and it's surrounded, we're surrounded and trapped
 Come up off that bullshit, pulpit, feelin the fact
 Everywhere we lack, in the battlefield the shit like that
 Baby we serious and I'm not curious, you tell 'em to watch that
 Ideologies remember scientologies, isn't it bloody enough?
 Fuck it, we are the soldiers in the rucket rough
 Runnin from the spiritual po-po
 Don't act like you don't know though cause I don't know either
 So y'all relax and take a breather, drink a liter then roll
 We gotta, we gotta find somewhere to leave for our souls
 [Chorus]
 [Bizzy Bone]
 I call up my uncle let me cop some fuckin Mary Jane
 We been out here grindin steadily climbin each and every day
 Fucker don't test us come and arrest us, show me how we play
 Feelin me with the spirit, fight you back like I was anime
 Quick to have a baby sick as fuck and jump right on the stage
 Comin up out that limo pockets swollen payin attention to everything I say
 Open up my mind with a prayer, as I worship the Lord Jesus
 The Dragon Slayer verily, verily I'm reborn
 Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
 It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
 Tarnished and torn, burnin up I'm feelin scorned
 It's gettin warm I'm tellin 'em turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
 Don't burn...