Artist: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone Album: Bone Brothers 2 Song: Lookin the Same (Bonus Track) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Bizzy] Yeah, you know what it is... Yeah, yeah, yeah, one time fo' they mind yo One time fo' they mind yo Get to 'em, get 'em baby! [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] See I know all about you, and I made you hot when you not And now you talkin fast, actin like you somethin you not So when I talk about you, can't even remember your name Cause all these playa haters lookin the same, nigga [Bizzy Bone] I t-t-take a picture, with the quickness I come get wit'cha nigga Stop ya ticker, read the scripture, dismiss ya then forgive ya Got your bid, I don't know you, I don't owe you A little quick forgetter, like you never existed in my picture Take it to ya, it's like a nigga never knew ya My homies they wanna do ya, I'm holdin 'em back from screwin ya Ya wanna be me, in my business, you wanna be a rapper You ain't Capo, you ain't Bizzy and you ain't dapper Allah is God, Allah is my master, creator fly You ain't fly, you would shoot me in the back like brother Ty It's only I, who tried, to get you off the coke, crack Focused your mind, and made you wanna go rap How could you do me like that? And I still, gotta forgive Got a clean heart, prosperous as I live And now you know the truth, do what you do without me You ain't gangsta, ain't gangin, ain't gankin a G [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] I know all about you, I made you hot when you not And now you talkin fast, actin like you somethin you not So when I talk about you, can't even remember your name Cause all these playa haters lookin the same [Bizzy Bone] You a star or somethin, you ain't even Muslim Wastin my time with your wack rhymes and your bluffin Your homies are fruity, so I question if they even like coochie Whatever happened to the pimpin that you said you was doing? Got your people gooey, ain't ever seen me before Man they don't ever boo me, never confuse me or scramble my mind like I'm blind, and you hoes can't find Look at you jealous of my fellas, I'ma chill and recline You a dime, you a bore, you a toy indeed You're not no joy so you make, prank calls to me And what you see, is the real, how you feel don't brag I don't care about your choices but I'm just not a fag [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] See I know all about you, and I made you hot when you not And now you talkin fast, actin like you somethin you not So when I talk about you, can't even remember yo' name Every playa hater lookin the same [Bizzy Bone] So Mr. crackhead, extasy poppin wannabe Mr. coke sniffer, cock licker, wannabe Alicia Keys I'm a rock-n-roller, holder of the heart of a G And I promise you could never be me - don't even try it It's too expensive to buy it, too extensive to sign it Artificial feelin of drugs, can't even fly with it So come and try it, you don't stand a chance in here It's your weakness and your lust, that'll make you a queer I'm on every tier, with every tear I give They are not for you, only for God I live See Allah's God, Muhammed his messenger May peace be appointed my Lord and master, help me stay up up on 'em [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Cause I know all about you, I made you hot when you not And now you talkin fast, actin like you somethin you not So when I talk about you, can't even remember yo' name Cause all you playa haters lookin the same, holla back I know all about you, I made you hot when you not And now you talkin fast, actin like you somethin you not So when I talk about you, can't even remember yo' name Cause every playa hater's lookin the same [Outro: Bizzy] One time, Bone Thug nigga