Lyrics:
Bryon Russell for the shot (wet)
Oh well, all's well that ends well
Getting drunk on a flight like I'm Denzel
You don't see me on that double XL
But if
The rapper Bizzy Bone sees
Bryon McCane, he sees fathom
No mathematic, automatic, duckin the physical
Let me touch the rhythm so un-hypocritical
Stay little,
Bryon, here to rock it for planet Orion
Deep, breathin and sighin, tryin to make it righteous
With everything goin against us, why they still tryin
This is the end this is the final song
It's me and Bryon because them others couldn't come along
I almost took my own life back in January
As headed down Bryon did say
"Holy Moly there's a sleigh!"
They stopped and paused, 'cause there sat Santa Claus
As he sat his face sat deeply in his hands
Whip (hey)
Don't be a bitch, he's cheatin, I ain't cheatin on you bitch
I'm not that nigga, I'm the choir boy and proud to be Bryon boy
Ex-drug dealer
And leave, it's nothin to eat, the baby is cryin
I walk him to sleep and he wake up as Bryon
No money, I crawl out the gutter
And tell me to whoop on the child
go, go
They keep on telling me I don't know nothing, I like that, but I fight that
Jesus insight that "And baby Bryon you can go and re sight that"
around
Check out the sound, bring 'em up to break 'em down
Now ooh, let me take a moment, and what's my name?
(Bryon) Mr. McCane, we know the game
And you,
[Intro: Bizzy]
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
It's the remix, we here to rock this shit
Bizzy Bone, Bryon McCane
Shouts out to the family
Bryon
Through the fire, through the wire, God almighty the Lord
Ain't no adultery, cerebrums keep your flame in the swords
Praise the Lord, Father God,
heavenly trees
Tell them my name is Bryon, it's my lady she Eve
Do you believe, well it's awfully good cause we got God
Aiyyo bless Joe, as I get on my job
the baddest mama jamma", half white and black/ Have my babies: D'Jodecy, sick with Serena, little breed born Bryon, Miss Moe, and Shanika/ Little Trey-Trey,
pinned my strategize
I heard Bizzy's fried, I heard Bizzy died
But the word from Bryon:
Surprise, I'm still alive with a militant mind
Gotta hit it, will
Call up your family but they dyin
Split up the sticky-sticky Bryon
Like grand daddy in the 70's said he just fled and his name was red
And I saw my
ain't bryon
And I'm fryin and lessons of a ghetto kids
who feelin fiends cribs where everybody keeps dyin
And everybodys takin nobody years in science
I payed respect to
Bryon, Michael and to Pete
Its not a mobb
But I feel it deep
I keep the 8 ball
In the corner pocket (I'm the Rucker)
Shooting
you with the inferno till both of us feel famous
I'm Jordan, you Bryon Russell, tussle and I'm Mohammed
You Liston catching the fist that'll knock you
Meet Me at the Barn Dance
Hey Bryon you going to the barn dance
You better believe I am
Hey Des you coming with me
Meet me at the barn dance
We'll
plays like I'm Bryon
Ima always stand my ground
Ima always hold you down
Hit up busta for that pound
Then he gon ship it out of town
A lot of shit been
buck em
You on the ground Bryon Russell
Cause my hold on the masses can't be Measured by a triple beam
Flaws in my history
Now I'm a true MC
The up
yo girls playlist
My music her favorite
Her pussy stay wet as a boat
But it's back to money
Matter fact never left it
Bout my bucks just like bryon
bitches like my good lordship bryon,
They think i’m lying, i’ve tore her hymen
Just ask your lova your mother your father your sister your brother your
Bryon come into the future
The future
No, I don't want to
Everybody's asking what I'm doing
Just keep it clean stop all that fancy brewing
I vowed
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