Not Afraid Songtext / Lyric

Bizzy:
Yeah, studio rat produtions
(this is how we roll) unh
(and this is how we roll)

My 7th sign niggas
steal anything that aint nailed down
come around my way, thats how we monster mash
sip that crown
all day and a ak, hey
that aint how we play
fresf out of them carcus mountains
fountain of youth
I am the future and truth
the revolution, a runaway slave
dont stop till the execution
I'm rappin', workin' for my paper
wont rest for the restatution
Bizzy be cacied up
baby dust a mink
you gotta love me cause im ghetto fabulous
what do you think, half breed rock the mic
7 dont rock no pick
Im given the people what they like
God heard of murdah
But I dont know if they like coronel Clin... think
I aint had a drink
In 4 muthafuckin' weeks
Im fin to spit my dome, what do you think
You betta belive that


Chorus:
Im not afraid to die
and im not afraid to fight
and we can bang bang
all day, all day, all night, all night, all night, all night
this is how we ride, this is how we ride
and i'm not afraid to die
and i'm not afraid to fight
so we can bang bang
all day, all day, all night, all night, all night
this how we ride, this is how we ride, this is how we ride


Bizzy:
Puerto Ricans call me papi cholo
stop drop, pop in the pump
black mafioso
bullets be realler than through you fucks
gotta cop poppin' the co-co
the block is hotter than lava
my nigga die, at least a devotion, holla
run up your girl, call papa
your hatred is gasoline
my words are vitamin mena
you need to shut your mouth
and mind your manners
gettin' high since I was 9
dead homies I can still smell pine
and whether I twist my tongue or not
little Bizzy still gone shine
so relax your mind, and let your conscience be free
andd get down to murderist music from me
check out my new thang
please dont let em rap, they wack
dont know how to move thangs packed
or play these stadiums
third market vaccum thangs, fact
and i'm the rebel that made it
rappin' about crack
read many books
to elevate my levels, so the words'll match
I am the fresh batch, bakery
seasons veteran, kesh
now let me ride
got up they guard, just for saving a wresh
so y'all come on


(Chorus)


Bizzy:
And we aint never made no honor roll
dope dealin and droped out
got addicted to money, cant stop it
this is what its all about
drop dealin, geronemo
And ease up, 7 is jumpin with me
black limo, window tinted
and roll it down, let em smell that sticky
this Bizzy The Kid
let the presents come grace your city
I refuse to go back to funerals
niggas be dieing to quickly
cause the knuckle heads get buckled
I know they comin' to get me
live my life like im black
and uh, only the lights spin with me
here we go, enter the king
elected by the people
I got a grip on thangs, i'm watching evil
you know my stees, best belive
that i'm gonna rip it, from dusk to dawn
you can ask the matra D
Bizzy got that for less mcnawn
I dont need no empothy
play the track as I control the symphony
gotta get my monopoly
property of that nigga Bizzy
thought he was hard and got his jaw rocked
BITCH I can pass out, get up
start rappin' and have it all locked


(Chorus)