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Before I Go Lyrics

Artist: Bizzy Bone
Album: The Gift

Before I Go

Before I go

Momma Momma, I know iÅ sellin?this marijuana. God, I do what I wanna, but,
God, they wonÅ give me a job. I scream and I holla, and even tried to stop the cops, blocked my getaway (canÅ stop me.) I know iÅ sellin?chop chops, God, when they send me away, on these hilltops waitin?for drama, ...ause iÅ 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 donÅ think iÅ a make it alive. ...?ause if I do, iÅ 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! DonÅ let ...m 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 donÅ give a fuck! Nigga, donÅ 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 witÅ ?hoo? I keep hearin? these voices, Heaven or Hell are my choices, and sinister poinsens on my soul and Hennessey was the ointment (Hennessey!) SatanÅ still the enemy, never been no friend of me, especially in the fast lane. I canÅ pretend to be an angel when iÅ only a servant, constant in service to the one and only, undisputed with common certousy. None of yÅ â€¹ll could have been worse than me. I sold thangs that I ainÅ proud of, I wonÅ even mention the power. See, the hourÅ 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! DonÅ let ...m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God.

Damn, nobody sent me twenty dollars, and my babyÅ mamaÅ scared to kiss me, you donÅ miss me. I donÅ blame her, I may be the B. Family keep on dissin?me, and got a letter, iÅ hopin?to die quickly. Hopin?to die swiftly. IÅ a take all of these niggas with me. They keep on temptin?me, and the warden wonder why I donÅ cry, ...ause they sentenced me five hundred and twenty years, what the fuck is five mo? What am I here fo? ...?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 ...m slow it up, hell nah! Then donÅ you wind up in this hellhole. If I could do it all again, but now, iÅ becomming a man! Learnin?in prison, all these criminals, yÅ â€¹ll donÅ know how the fuck they livin? But I ainÅ givin?up, readin?the bible everyday, and only God can save me, iÅ l be brave!

Before I go ... Now, before I go to jail, dog, Hell naw! DonÅ let ...m put me in the cell, Lord. Praise God

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