Bizzy Bone Social Studies Lyrics

Social Studies Lyrics

By: bizzy bone
From: heaven’z movie



I don’t spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me quiet gun
shots start riots so do children fry them little boys don’t try it kill’em
don’t put it on crossroads put it on your lost
S and f**k the world those little girls in jonesboro died all alone down in
arkansas woods little mitchell strapped up with ammo do they know really what
he’s thinkin and the plan is plotted out
And morbid be gang bangers hang on corners smokin perfecto’s and I often
search for profit but I ain’t killed nobody stop it put it on petro 7th sign
voted for deathrow and the death note read b
E baby debbie tell me did he die crazy baby let’s go to the parents to the
preacher to the pastor and I ain’t no marilyn manson I’m a rapper
thugologist in the rapture I wouldn’t chance it I got
Dren myself and I watch their well being demons seep under me breathin see me
help me and I ain’t dreamin and I ain’t dreamin and I ain’t dreamin.

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I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of justice blame it
on bone thug music and abusive fo’ fathers don’t touch it when I was twelve
I slept in buckets reminisce juvy back
Lumbus in cleveland I’m poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it adrenaline
rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward americas most wanted I’m
haunted by sinister niggas that paid for
Mr. mitchell johnson you’s a grown man with no soul fry him at 15 years old
and heaven will rain down and unload fold with the murder mo murder mo the
devil will hear you moan heard him go heard
Go little mitchell dead and gone from the mob boss bb gambini nina ross in the
crossroads die off little demon off those and assistant distant fry but they
was kids right nigga these boyz is kil
Hat’ll split you wig and of course they should die as if they were
muthaf**kin big you dig.

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I don’t blame the babies it’s the lawyers but I’m royal legally unfoil
little mitchell listenin to this serpent uncoil pay attention boy ’member and
eye for an eye go on and kill and you soon wi
E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these are the signs of the times
passin us by suspected of felony keep tellin me they wanted me dead or alive
heaven will move me right fo sho movin
Eaven’z movie literal ku ku kids in the burbs shootin for the youth for the
world is so absurd blurry o critical thoughts of my fury with tongues of double
edge swords surely have faith in God b
M worried lookin at the lions in the crossroads hit ’em up with my crossbow
glory to jesus I love my mob break ’em off dawg lethally injected he’s just
a kid aw he should die like he’s muthaf**k
G can you dig...........

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