Born to an African American/Indian father and an Italian/Jewish mother, Bizzy Bone started in hip-hop as a founding member of the group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Formed in 1993, this Cleveland-based crew first caught the ear of N.W.A. member Eazy-E.
Their trademark double and triple-time sung/rapped harmonies brought something new to the table at a time when most acts were busy trying to imitate what was featured on Dr. Dre's The Chronic. The unique sound prompted multi-platinum record sales, won them a Grammy, and brought the spotlight to the long-neglected Midwestern hip-hop community.
As a solo performer, Bizzy Bone is well known for his high-speed rhyme style and unique singing abilities. Continually writing and recording around the clock, he released his first solo album in 1998, the personal and introspective Heaven'z Movie. After receiving critical acclaim, Bizzy went on to write and release The Gift in 2001, Alpha and Omega in 2004, and The Beginning and the End, also in 2004, For The Fans vol. 1 and vol. 2 in 2005, The Story, Thugs Revenge, The Midwest Cowboy, and From Your Righteousness in 2006. His latest album Ruthless was released on March 4th 2008.
Bizzy's work has been awarded by numerous respected groups, including an ASCAP Award, the Michael Jackson Soul Train Award, a Blockbuster Award, an American Music Award, and the NAACP - Back To School/Stay in School Youth Rally Award. He has become a member of Hip Hop's elite, collaborating with modern hip-hop legends such as P Diddy, Snoop Dogg, as well as the late Eazy-E, 2Pac, and The Notorious B.I.G..
Murdah
Bizzy Bone Lyrics
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Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga
-Bizzy Bone-
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver/ The villain is still in effect/ And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct/ Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma? Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept/ Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon/ Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja/ Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came/ Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of fact I'ma do mine all day/ I don't sniff coke, I like to make money/ Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry? Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin/ Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga/ Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...
And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."
-Prince Rasu-
We can't get fucked, baby, take precaution fo' sho'/ They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico/ Bastard, I'm a animal/ My guradians was avenues/ My Lord be my shepherd, but I swarms for collatoral/ Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end? I'm suited up in Timberland boots, Regime marchin' God damnit I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand/ Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens/ Fucked with the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death/ I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul/ Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord/ Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down/ Ride with the 7th Sign/ Violate, we gone clown/ Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown/ Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog/ Chi-town youngsta
-Chorus-
-Josiah Rasu-
Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at/ Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them souljahs come marchin in/ You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up/ Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper/ I ain't scared to die/ I'm all like more than willin, the more the real the more that feel it, so I'ma stay real until my heart stop/ My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life/ I am the light, and if you miss us then you misses haven't heard of murder/ Then you don't know of pain, my veins bleed the same blood of the motherfuckers who murdered my momma so I'm a natural born killa/ Than I, there was no cap peelas
-Chorus -
-H.I.T.L.A.H. Capo-Confuscious-
Me and my Comptons' monster mashin' mobsters/ Analyzin' we done plottin'/ Plans in progress; Rap game held hostage/ Ransom, trillion dollars/ Low tolerence/ Suspect; Armed and dangerous, violent tendency's/ The industry stick up, Kingpin Capo Regime/ Bend on your knees, duck tape and tied down, follow my lead or everyone shot, bleed/ Squeeze round after round, empty shells hit ots the ground/ Told you we ain't fuckin' around/ Strictly about our business on some gangsta shit, no bank account/ Money talks, greedy hogs walk the plank/ Negotiatin' our way, uh, forget the deal/ Your record labels' sorry but your phony ass superstars carbon copied, indistiguished, no identity/ Raise up off these N-you-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please/ We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell no/ Call us the money makers, pullin' capers/ Baby momma need that paper/ Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato/ Only gets greater later/ Better believe in playa haters, see
-Chorus-
The lyrics to Bizzy Bone's song Murdah depict themes of violence and street life. The chorus suggests that murder is spinning out of control, urging people to release their wrath and take what is rightfully theirs, even if it involves killing someone. In the verses, Bizzy Bone raps about his experiences with addiction and the decisions he's made to stay alive in a dangerous environment. He mentions his involvement with gangs and slinging drugs, describing his strategies for survival. The other performers also contribute to the song, sharing stories of their own struggles, their mistrust of authority, and their desire for respect.
The song's chorus repeats the phrase "murdah just let it blow," which can be interpreted as a message to the listener to release their anger and commit violent acts. The lyrics' descriptions of crime and aggression were criticized by some commentators for promoting negative behaviors.
Line by Line Meaning
Murdah is out of control
The level of violence is uncontrollable
Murdah just let it blow (It blow)
Violent acts are at an all-time high and seem to have no end in sight
Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya dough...) nigga
If someone steals from you, it's acceptable to use violence to retaliate
Know this liquor prolly killin my liver
Alcohol is probably damaging my liver
The villain is still in effect
I'm still a bad person
And I buck this motherfucker down, live and direct
I will use violence to take down my enemies, boldly and without hiding
Hey, what I'ma chastise my momma?
I won't criticize my mother
Demand the respect, get up and strategize bitches cryin like they never wept
I demand respect and won't tolerate weak people who complain without taking action
Slept in the gutter with no tech, I'm still in the dungeon
Despite coming from humble beginnings and lacking resources, I am still persevering
Bitch I never left, pass that sticky icky ganja
I'm still here and smoking marijuana
Creep on ah come up, I crept and I came
I worked hard and came up from nothing
Respect the dead game, remember ta let ya nuts hang, often, matter of fact I'ma do mine all day
Show respect to the dangerous lifestyle we live and always be ready for violence
I don't sniff coke, I like to make money
I don't use cocaine, I prefer to make money
Put the fiends in the room, who's hungry?
Let's gather drug addicts and make money off of them
Cut from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed
I come from the same background as those who smoke black cherry weed
Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin
I come from a Cherokee Indian background in Cleveland and I will continue to live life as a criminal until I die
Only one believin is that Seventh Sign Saga
Only those involved in the Seventh Sign Saga believe in it
Fresh and remodeled, plush like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile
I have reinvented myself, and my life is luxurious and holy like Ramadan, making my mother proud
Capo, my nigga what
Addressing his friend, Capo
Nigga execution always my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse
Killing people is always on my mind, and I'm part of the P.B.D posse
I roll with Rasu, Nina Ross, and Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, 7th Sign murda em all, yep...
I hang out with Rasu, Nina Ross, Skails, Rhythm and Ghetto, Rosiah, and the Seventh Sign group, and we will all kill together
And like little Capo-Confuscious say "Nigga I'll kill for you."
As Capo-Confuscious says, I'm willing to kill for my friends
We can't get fucked, baby, take precaution fo' sho'
We need to be careful and protect ourselves
They say that nigga Gotti quiet , better fire of a Calico
People say that Gotti is not violent, but he's still armed and dangerous
Bastard, I'm a animal
I am a vicious and dangerous person
My guradians was avenues
The streets were my guardians growing up
My Lord be my shepherd, but I swarms for collatoral
I believe in God, but I'm still willing to be violent for financial gain
Who can I trust? Where can I turn? When will it all end?
I am constantly questioning who I can rely on and when the violence will end
I'm suited up in Timberland boots, Regime marchin' God damnit
I'm ready for violence and ready to march with my crew, wearing Timberland boots
I'm a grown man, time to take my own stand
It's time for me to make my own decisions and stand on my own two feet
Fuck the federations, my heart is racin' like grown mens
I'm against the government and my heart beats fast because of my violent nature
Fucked with the anger built up from years of stress, killers and haters surround me daily, no fears of death
Years of stress, along with the presence of killers and haters, have made me extremely angry and desensitized to death
I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul
I'm aware of the battle between good and evil happening within me
Lord, just give me the path through this bloodbath and it's on, Lord
I pray to God for a way through the violence and am ready to act if he delivers
Roll all haters, out my zone when it's goin' down
I need to get rid of the people who don't support me during violent situations
Ride with the 7th Sign
I am a member of the 7th Sign gang
Violate, we gone clown
If someone disrespects us, we will retaliate violently and without mercy
Four pounds be safe in the streets of the showdown
We need to be heavily armed to survive in violent situations
Love to Gambino, you the chief, dog
Sending love to Gambino, who is a leader in the gang
Cock back and blast, knockin sparks up out they ass
I will shoot my enemies and make them explode with intense force
Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious
I will leave impactful marks on my enemies and you should take me seriously
Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart is at
My attacks will be intense and aimed at the heart
Fix cement or get hit, how hard is that, to comprehend, I'm tryin to be gone before them souljahs come marchin in
Either get in line or suffer the consequences, I need to disappear before the law arrives
You blue suit wearin faggets with badges'll get the flux, I don't give a fuck who you are we can send this motherfucker up
I don't care who the police are, we can take them down if they interfere
Crucifixion come quickly come and get me Mister Reeper
I am not afraid of dying and would welcome death if it came to me
I hear the breaths of angels and demons fightin' over my soul
I'm aware of the battle between good and evil happening within me
My reflection with hoes, the essence of the hard-knock life
My lifestyle is rough and I spend time with promiscuous women
I am the light, and if you miss us then you misses haven't heard of murder
I am powerful and well-known within the world of murder and violence
Raise up off these N-you-T's, cock suckin' nigga, please
Stop messing with us, you coward
We ain't dealin' with no Jerry Hellers, hell no
We're not dealing with any type of manipulation or deceitful behavior
Call us the money makers, pullin' capers
We make money by committing crimes
Baby momma need that paper
We need to make money to support our families
Get up off your ass, can't be no couch potato
We need to take action and work hard to make money
Only gets greater later
Things will only improve with time
Better believe in playa haters, see
Beware of those who envy and hate on our success
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: DERRICK JOHNSON
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