Split Personalities

Rasu-(Bizzy Bone)-Intro-

Yeah, yeah. What's up Gambi? (What's up, lil' nigga?) This that nigga that I was tellin' you about, man (Who, this nigga here?) Yeah. (Bring this nigga to the meeting tonight) It's on. (We are gathered here today among soldiers, spiritual guiders, security enforcers, vocalists. Yeah...)

-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-

(We are...) Different personalities, soldiers at ease, at ease (I don't really want to but I'm gonna be ready for the endin')

-Bizzy Bone-

So it's on, you think you're 7th Sign material homeboy? Hell yeah. It's on. Hey, hey! Hey, hey!

If you want to call me, a nigga been nice, ice me up/ The original hot boys, you're never gonna be like us (7th Sign) Hear the cop noise/ Runnin' from the drug bust/ Thuggish Ruggish, dope under the dumb bitch your momma wanna creep, give her a piece of this young dick/ She always want to get it, but you was always around/ You ready to come, bitch? It's on right now/ Got sick to my stomach, I know she in a coffin in the parkin lot/ I never covered another nigga's mother/ But shit, I'm a man; I give a fuck about a fucker/ With or without you nigga, pick my gun up/ Shut up, dumpin' all over your body/ The bullets was jumpin' I'm pumped as fuck here to surprise, (?) right now/ Ain't nobody gettin' in the way, shoot everyone around me in the club and the crowd, double the crowd/ Got these big niggas (Bitch) I'm holdin' 'em down, hoodie down, with the gangsta glare/ We still St. Clair, niggas, up against the killas/ Turn up the music loud/ Big business, a nigga make money/ Enough motivation, retaliation; Off to the ghetto/ My niggas is on another level/ Come young generation...

-Chorus-

-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-

Biography of a thugged out nigga too legit to quit/ Been hectic since day one, was wanted as a juvenile for felonious felonys, hunted by police/ Captain in the battlefield runnin' the streets nutty/ Who want some beef? Ain't no pussy's here/ Hop off my extremely large dick, you know what it is/ Confucius simply ridiculous, have these top notch hoes, panties soakin' wet/ Horny, askin' me if I want a blowjob/ Erotic, flip, psychotic sometimes/ Always on the grind, mashin' by ride/ Mafia regime clique tight/ Join in, act up, won't come out alive/ Take precaution, Gambini Mob Boss/ Don't cross some sodomized bitch niggas, let that be a lesson to anybody think about testin' Numbero Seven/ Long live the faction/ Homie, what's set you claim? And this games very dangerous, question, is he really ready?