Album : Alpha and Omega
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[Big B-Intro]
Mirror mirror mirror on the wall,
tell me whos the greatest motherfucker of em all.
Mirror mirror mirror on the wall,
tell me whos the greatest
motherfucker of em all.

[Bizzy Bone-(Big B)-Chorus]
Everywhere I go everybody know
cause its around and around we go
Everywhere I go everybody know
and its around and around we go (Around and around, we
go)
Everywhere I go everybody know
and its around and around we go (Around and around)
Everywhere I go everybody know
and its around and around we go
(Around and around, we go)

[Bizzy Bone]
I wanna see your body, I wanna see it baby
Let's get it crackin mommie, you gotta take your time with Bizzy
Seen it in your eyes how you want me, my
baby Beyoncé was sweatin on stage, the vision still haunts me
Needa let me wipe that off, where your Jigga at?
Find me in the hood where my niggas at
(Excuse me miss) Shit I can hit it better,
hold up don't get mad Jigga you did it to Nas baby moms, member?
What goes around comes around, cause I
believe in karma let me wifey that and you can have my baby momma
Puffy my man, you know what it is,
you know what it was, you know what you did just
because
It's Bizzy The Kid, original hip hop thug
I heard that Mya was on fire now shes all grown up
Old Halle Barry, I asked you to marry me and you
passed
You don't remember me from first class?
And this is the way I'ma hit it from the back

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]
Readin the Ebony and Toni Braxton, you gon' make me stalk you girl
Bizzy go to jail and you just up and change your whole world
You finally got someone
to love you, complimentin your style
When yall got married I was in my cell, goin wild
Rippin the posters off the wall, I had to be detained
Shoulda
been happy for you but baby I'm slightly insane
I hope you still got that thang that I gave you
And if you ever needed a friend I put on my cape and
come save you, please believe
Momma I wanna sing, I know I can do it it ain't a thing
Been married to music since I was thirteen
My baby momma tried to
kill me fo' sho
And I ain't wit my baby momma no mo
Remember Peanuts like a secret society,
better be quite Dee, I won't tell
My lesbian sisters, all
is well
And you don't neva need another womans man, thats why
You need a thug like Bizzy The Kid
and thats the way that I'ma pay you back

[Chorus]

[Bizzy Bone]
I wanna see you baby, sometime
Don't practice, let it go I'm even willin to grind grind
Gotta get you happy for your man ooh
But if you don't care and
I don't care, let the good times roll
And I ain't scared to get physical up in this mother wooh,
better shut my mouth
Same ole' knuckle came from the
gun, and never leave the strap at the house, sucka
Remember the Bone Bone Bone Bone? Ask Monica baby is butter
But she was with her homies
I don't be
rappin actin phoney, this is all real, all trill no bologna
I been diggin on Mariah since back at the days of Sony
I been checkin on babys and she gave
the candy out to Kobe holy Obie Trice
I'm livin a dangerous life, I need to quit stalkin these women
I wanna hit em like Lesley Pipes
And ever since
Wesley Snipes stabbed Chris
I been feelin this way about Beyoncé, every broad that I name hey

[Chorus]
[Big B-Intro]   Mirror mirror mirror on the wall,   tell me whos the greatest motherfucker of em all.   Mirror mirror mirror on the wall,   tell me whos the greatest   motherfucker of em all.      [Bizzy Bone-(Big B)-Chorus]   Everywhere I go everybody know   cause its around and around we go   Everywhere I go everybody know   and its around and around we go (Around and around, we   go)   Everywhere I go everybody know   and its around and around we go (Around and around)   Everywhere I go everybody know   and its around and around we go   (Around and around, we go)      [Bizzy Bone]   I wanna see your body, I wanna see it baby   Let's get it crackin mommie, you gotta take your time with Bizzy   Seen it in your eyes how you want me, my   baby Beyoncé was sweatin on stage, the vision still haunts me   Needa let me wipe that off, where your Jigga at?   Find me in the hood where my niggas at   (Excuse me miss) Shit I can hit it better,   hold up don't get mad Jigga you did it to Nas baby moms, member?   What goes around comes around, cause I   believe in karma let me wifey that and you can have my baby momma   Puffy my man, you know what it is,   you know what it was, you know what you did just   because   It's Bizzy The Kid, original hip hop thug   I heard that Mya was on fire now shes all grown up   Old Halle Barry, I asked you to marry me and you   passed   You don't remember me from first class?   And this is the way I'ma hit it from the back      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   Readin the Ebony and Toni Braxton, you gon' make me stalk you girl   Bizzy go to jail and you just up and change your whole world   You finally got someone   to love you, complimentin your style   When yall got married I was in my cell, goin wild   Rippin the posters off the wall, I had to be detained   Shoulda   been happy for you but baby I'm slightly insane   I hope you still got that thang that I gave you   And if you ever needed a friend I put on my cape and   come save you, please believe   Momma I wanna sing, I know I can do it it ain't a thing   Been married to music since I was thirteen   My baby momma tried to   kill me fo' sho   And I ain't wit my baby momma no mo   Remember Peanuts like a secret society,   better be quite Dee, I won't tell   My lesbian sisters, all   is well   And you don't neva need another womans man, thats why   You need a thug like Bizzy The Kid   and thats the way that I'ma pay you back      [Chorus]      [Bizzy Bone]   I wanna see you baby, sometime   Don't practice, let it go I'm even willin to grind grind   Gotta get you happy for your man ooh   But if you don't care and   I don't care, let the good times roll   And I ain't scared to get physical up in this mother wooh,   better shut my mouth   Same ole' knuckle came from the   gun, and never leave the strap at the house, sucka   Remember the Bone Bone Bone Bone? Ask Monica baby is butter   But she was with her homies   I don't be   rappin actin phoney, this is all real, all trill no bologna   I been diggin on Mariah since back at the days of Sony   I been checkin on babys and she gave   the candy out to Kobe holy Obie Trice   I'm livin a dangerous life, I need to quit stalkin these women   I wanna hit em like Lesley Pipes   And ever since   Wesley Snipes stabbed Chris   I been feelin this way about Beyoncé, every broad that I name hey      [Chorus]
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