Still We Breathe

Lyrics

[Intro: Bizzy Bone] Yo Crucified... Wassup I got ya'll hook stuck Yes, This is what we do Young Bizzy Bone the kid Like to skid, Lemme tell you how we do shit [Hook: Bizzy Bone] (x2) Ooh, lemme give you what ya need You better quit hatin' on me And my army's strapped to the teeth You do you, and I do me You'd better get ready, we be Crucified but still we breathe [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] (Yet still we breathe) I give em my glove with the gods Schizophrenic the man and the mob Wake up, up out of a coma Stuck chasin' niggas the next took a side I should've forgave 'em but don't play like ?ma And took the scientists , I wanted a spaceship but niggas build me a bomb Burn me alive , don't took my daddy , Jesus I begin with the land Spend it like Michael till they turn me to sand Tellin' they hatin' me Nobody want to see me do good But Imma keep doing me What friends? You know I'm in the hood Shut down like ?pearl Even if I earn me a parking lot Send 'em and I turn around If you do , you be turned into ?sand Baby mama be kicking my door I'm ready for war ?Teddy be bustin' up Baby I'm clear with dinosaurs Kinda force , [?] , entrepreneur I'm with the K , go fuck [?] The lord , file loads To the glory I spit ?toads with the quickness Can I get a witness? Give me the vitamins what's [?] by the temple I'm tripping Ain't nobody here , so to the [?] I retaliate , quietly , quil lead , the truth in it That's what a child be Righteous against the order of the mailman , Jesus I ain't tell man , hell rap No ?furry like woman and tripping [Hook: Bizzy Bone] (x2) Ooh, lemme give you what ya need You better quit hatin' on me And my army's strapped to the teeth You do you, and I do me You'd better get ready, we be Crucified but still we breathe [Verse 2: Crucified] I'ma 'bout the ride, ain't a bore, we go broke up in the bars, and we cared for time flies by It's admitted, I won't fear the stackin', I feel when you look when I really lie ride by high Shit, I run to the guy, will I plot my demise, in the dark, full of lie, so they capture the mic Pressin' the finger, this picture runs outta my soul, is it blessin' me, bust then I try Wakin' and puff on the blanket the bowl for the souls, they can't fuck around, tell 'em I'll shine Hickin', I'm on a roll, bitch you were wishin' but I keep on comin' in meteorites You're wrecked up by near [?], my nation, my flow reputates like gods or will when they standing over The face and I'm poster the names, a new world is ecation, we're comin' to get you tonight I don't think I'll make it tonight, it's Bizzy Bone comin' up with Crucified Deliver the message to open the minds, but they better not see it, they've made their life blind Am I mistakin' to find the way we are livin' is constantly dyin' Tryin' to make it by 21 anyones, anyone better, be quick with the mind Up outta the ground I crawl, reality is nothin' at all 'Til tryin' to break them wrong, I'm writtin' to prison hopin' they fall Better let they choose stay froze, seen too many funerals I know the feelings mutual, I hear you God, so here we go... [Hook: Bizzy Bone] (x2) Ooh, lemme give you what ya need You better quit hatin' on me And my army's strapped to the teeth You do you, and I do me You'd better get ready, we be Crucified but still we breathe