Guess Who's Bizzack ft. Bizzy Bailey Lyrics

Uh-huh-uhh-uhh-huhh

Hahaha

It's J-A-Y J Sanders! (Ooo-woo!)

21st holla at us!

What a lovely feeling

Turn me up a little bit

Uh, look

I'm back in the stu, so I don't know how to act

Back to blessing these verses, but never fronting on tracks

My hopes were high for the year, then everything went black

Lost my brother and I struggled just to face the facts (RIP!)

I know he's gone, but my very first friend was my bro (Waddup 8)

We weathered every storm together, so it was hard to let go (Hard to let go!)

My heart is heavy, and my happiness is all I let show (It's all I let show!)

Cause time ain't stopping, I deal with things the best way I know

I grab the pad and let the pen blaze (Uh-huh)

Niggas know when my pen raised

They're looking at their sensei

Kicking shit like I'm Shinsuke

There ain't no competition, I out class em like sick days

I'm sharper than a switchblade

2 1 I'll never switch ways

I ride for my niggas, stand beside all my niggas

Kept it real from the jump, ain't never lied to them niggas (I never lied!)

People love talking bout how hard they gone ride for a nigga

But when it's time to start riding, there ain't no finding these niggas (Where they at?)

They say the most, and do the least

On my bro, talk is cheap (Talk is cheap!)

I done heard it all before, so just let ya actions speak (Let em speak!)

Ain't a lot of guarantees in life, but I can name ya three

Death, taxes, and a hungry man gone find a way to eat (Grrr!)

Let me add a fourth, J-A-Y gone snap on any beat

Rappers need a hot producer cause they know they raps are weak (Haha!)

They trash, I'm on they ass, but they get to the cheddar

They doing something, just not doing it better, here's what I tell em (Aye)

Guess who's bizzack?

Back in the lab with the flows

This rap shit is really all that I know (It's all I know)

Don't make me relapse

Back to the Dunns on you hoes

I swear to God I'd go to war for my bros

Get back, it's Bizzy back

Relapsed, I'm spitting crack, bizzaster

I spit raptures, actors, wrapped in plastic, bastard

Kill for laughter, pasture, like when I rap like that

Master Bizzy how you get them tracks like that?

How you find them funny ways to say they trash like that?

Just relax and sit back, get blasted

Big gat, kick back, my wrist snapped, get bitch slapped

I'm hard as tic-tac

Why I always spazz like that?

Man I been through some shit that even flies wouldn't touch

Man poverty sucks, so all I did was party and drugs

And jail was enough, green skin, allergic to cuffs

Emerged from the rough, unruffled all they feathers I'm tough

Run shit Forrest Gump

Twelve gauge, what the fuck is Lil Pump?

The country Big Pun, little nigga used to chill in the Dunns

I lived in the slums, I hate I had to live with my moms

I'm filled with this charm, I fill her up with dick then I'm gone

I'm hitting the bong, I'm high, feel like I live in my dome

It's Bizzy no bone, I'm sitting on the ceiling no fan

I really went ham, my bags look like the Michelin Man

Just getting it in, but all it had to end in a zone, I'm Cam

Haha, Yosemite Sam, kablam!

Hahaha, yeah

Sands! Guess who back nigga?