Bizzy Bone – Before I Go lyrics

Before I Go
Before I go
Momma Momma, I know iæ?¦ sellin'this marijuana. God, I do what I wanna, but,
God, they wonæ?° give me a job. I scream and I holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (canæ?° stop me.) I know iæ?¦ sellin'chop chops, God, when they send me away, on these hilltops waitin'for drama, æ?¶ause iæ?¦ skinny. The streets may be hideous, but the heat was pretty. Pitty, many died, city-wide, where we ride, out to the nitty gritty, slide thru the system of lies. Strip me of my pride, I donæ?° think iæ?¦a make it alive. æ??ause if I do, iæ?£l be institutionalized, thugged out ever since Pac died. I know what thugs is all about, make a suckaphice for Christ. These mothafuckas never could kill me twice ... And crackpipes on the playground...playground...playground...playground...playground
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell naw! Donæ?° let æ?¹m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.
As I sit in this jail cell, hell, readin'the mail mama sent to me, I can tell she gettin'weary. Where my daddy at? I donæ?° give a fuck! Nigga, donæ?° call me when this money stacks, duckin'the killas everyday! Where the love at? Bone Thugs, brand new. I always been with God, but is God witæ??hoo? I keep hearin? these voices, Heaven or Hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and Hennessey was the ointment (Hennessey!) Satanæ?¯ still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. I canæ?° pretend to be an angel when iæ?¦ only a servant, constant in service to the one and only, undisputed with common certousy. None of yæ??ll could have been worse than me. I sold thangs that I ainæ?° proud of, I wonæ?° even mention the power. See, the houræ?¯ gettin? nearer, and if I died today, I died a happy man. God bless the family!
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell nah! Donæ?° let æ?¹m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.
Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my babyæ?¯ mamaæ?¯ scared to kiss me, you donæ?° miss me. I donæ?° blame her, I may be the B. Family keep on dissin'me, and got a letter, iæ?¦ hopin'to die quickly. Hopin'to die swiftly. Iæ?¦a take all of these niggas with me. They keep on temptin'me, and the warden wonder why I donæ?° cry, æ?¶ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fuck is five mo? What am I here fo? æ??ause I was blastin'at the five-0. Little brother been blowin'up, my niggas growin'up. Throwin'up gang signs, and I was prayin'at the same time. I tell æ?¹m slow it up, hell nah! Then donæ?° you wind up in this hellhole. If I could do it all again, but now, iæ?¦ becomming a man! Learnin'in prison, all these criminals, yæ??ll donæ?° know how the fuck they livin? But I ainæ?° givin'up, readin'the bible everyday, and only God can save me, iæ?£l be brave!
Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell naw! Donæ?° let æ?¹m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God