Guess Who's Bizzack (feat. Bizzy Bailey)

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 f*ck 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?