'm talkin' about, nigga Now it's time for Turtle Banks to spit Turtle Banks, you know, it's my turn to buss And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust And
somethin' to smoke Every time I use the element of surprise With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide I elevate my rhythm by hustlin' crack addicts
a wretch, so ya'll come on -Chorus-Bizzy- Bizzy Bone Bizzy ain't never made no honor roll, dope dealin' and dropped out/ Got addicted to money,
Indians bones are crushed to dust On the road to Zap city Devil's slow to recognize Whether we all live in Zap city Young girls flock to the beaches Checkin
To the cradle In a mortal Of the needle We are the motherless Ride the spiral Chase the dragon Endless miles I die a little more each day This forced separation Addiction
keep these etchings on my wall To remind me of what you've taken Left me adrift for endless days In a sea of my past addictions Would you fix your image
they cut the budget but its okay we shall adjust no failure cause success is a must when I clean up I wont ever forget to wipe down the dust so dust
dodge They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you Ashes to ashes and dust to dust I
Gimme a scratch toss it let me do my thang What what what Back shaking the dust off Knocking the rust off Your highnesses Philly's finesess Back for the addict
by my piss poor ways Never could imagine it livin' with paralysis Shoulda check ya rear view, made a better analysis Wack yayo caught him slippin' while he snort dust
climb up this DNA brick wall Addicted to emptiness, anger and pitfalls Desire for space, territory, or lust We'll eventually turn this whole planet to dust
the sacrificial lamb for the episode You beamed to the wrong planet this time Wth a hot pink phaser and one line Before getting morphed to faggot dust
the basket Now she need reconstructive surgery For all the non productive, citizens like organs I live with a tec and Kiss the Girls like Morgan Freeman, dusted
, yo, it's mandatory, I'm self explanatory Don't front on me shorty, your man's working for me Aiyyo, we move ki's, angel dust son, you get touched Dress
, to the home of the coca [Verse 1 - Big Gee] I be tucked off, '75 Cut' dog Trapping at the bus stop, trying to get this dust off Get pissed off, then
girl, say we can do some thangs Lookin' down, on you clowns, Project sittin' sideways Haters look had a frown pullin' out the driveways I stay hangin' at these dust
the whip? Man, I'm losin' my drive I 'member when singles used to have cuts on it Nowadays the rewind button got mad dust on it Can't bring it back if
money to burn My soul motivation is rock the whole nation Make a roll scholar, out of dust pation And all you drug addicts with your thug tactics You