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Song title: Bizzy Bone - Time Passing Us By

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(chorus)x2
As time keep passin us by in my community
Wathcin the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and ritalin, that aint what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin weed

(bizzy)
Take a look into the gun, look at what weve become
Daddy dont love me, only come around the first of the month
Me and mommy still in the slump
Why dont he love us?
I cant even blame him
Cause ever since I came
We been stuck in the same ghetto
Now Im carryin heavy metal when times is tough
I dont know about ya neighborhood, but baby, mines is rough
Abandand buildings police searchin all the children
Aint no peace in the streets, at least not where Im livin
Kneeling to God cause satan never gave us a chance
Evil never had no rythm, man, the devils cant dance
Got three pairs of pants
But I keep em all creased
Whether chicken or ham, we gon use the same grease
Each second is a struggle, beg, borrow or hustle
Yeah, scufflin money just try to stay out of trouble
Hell, rebel of rap music, put it on my mama!
And if its gonna be gunplay, rocket launchers, grenades, and aks!

(chorus)x2
As time keep passin us by in my community
Wathcin the children die
Bitchmade police, and the brutality
Prozac and ritalin, that aint what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin weed

(bizzy)
Why is the broad on my back like that?
Dont ask me, Im for passion, Im smashin on niggas, come blast me!
All my people tellin me I should sing more
Yes!
Roll up a dub, smoke bud in the club
Free flesh!
Creepin on a come up, Im from cleveland, and columbus, ohio
Dont hate myself for science, and the ? ?
Yet all these niggas gangbang
Somebody should tell em the truth
Ill sell em somethin thatll get they heart to pumpin,
And help the youth!
Hangin in the graveyard, everybodys playin hard
Satans on a mission to get us
I hope that nobody with us, and given us slave ways
Ruthless got us on fifty dollars a day
One hundred and ninety thousand I guess platinum dont pay
Can I please get some mo money?
Somebody could buy my way cause shit the rents due
Glad I got ghetto credit
Dont let the industry pimp you, pimp you, pimp you

(bizzy)
Babies born with aids, and with ? ? ? ? they hording the vaccine
Black helicopter rain on em, Im gainin on em
Maintain the main thang on em, shame on em
But another victim died of vain for em, slain
Two hundred and fifty crashed in the plane
And the only thing that survived was the black box
They frame the black cops
Slang crack rock
Wannabe hot boyz, so he gon make the block hot, block hot
They wanna see me sasquash
Pull out my glock, cocked, and pop pop!
Go to jail dont nobody send you mail
Hell, Im ridin til these wheels fall off
Or they can take it to the chop shop
Shut up, Im shinnin on you bustas!
What!?
Ready to hustle get your struggle on, no!
When you wanna double up, you keep fuckin up!
Your minds gone, times gone, everybodys runnin amuck
They say that lesbians is sick
But they just do wanna fuck

(chorus)x4
As time keep passin us by in my community
Wathcin the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and ritalin, that aint what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin weed