[Intro: Bizzy Bone]

(I'm ready) The battle's on (I think the battle's on) (They never grow, they never grow)

The battle's on (I think I'm falling)

I think I'm falling (On we march) (They turn true ghetto stories into ghetto fate)

The battle's on

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

And y'all will never grow

Y'all will never grow

Y'all will never grow

Y'all will never grow

And how does it feel that way- feel that way? (The army's on deck)

How does it feel that way- feel that way? (The army's on deck)

And y'all will never- y'all will never grow (And the battle's on)

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]

Shе went from prom queen

To smoking crack

Now Bizzy's got ya back

He sharin' needles with his pеople

Tryna hide the money, yak

And see he runnin' with the sack (Come here!)

And they always blame the white man

My sistas been addicted to unemployed niggas

And I stand all up on my love

They gives a fuck about a- fuck about a- fuck about a nigga

Who can't take care of my sistas

It ain't got to be black

To be my muthafuckin' niggas

And it ain't got to be cognac

To keep me warm in the winter

Where the women at?

I can name a few in the rush

Right where the sinnin's at

You and me get to the back of the bus

Ooh, I would give my life- give my life

For the future (for the future)

Even if they killed me twice (killed me twice)

[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

And y'all will never- y'all will never grow (The army's on deck)

Y'all will never grow

Y'all will never grow

And how does it feel that way- feel that way?

How does it feel that way- feel that way?

And y'all will never- y'all will never grow (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Prince Rasu]

Formed as the Devil

Bread killer

For colder llell though

I walk through The Valley of Death

I'm straight souljah

Trust no one

Sting em' like scorpions with guns

Champions

Hard-headed gold tip

High as the sun

I done schemed with killas

Drank rum low in them dump dumps

We meditatin' shit

Makin' yo clique run run

It ain't no fun

I ask if the obituary said shit

But niggas that front

Get they wigs thoroughly dissected

Respect this:

I know who they fed

But life's a bitch though

Then you die

Rollin' on dirt

Dropped like a '64

Get yo mind right

Trife life is double jeopardy

And vampire niggas

Draw blood most definitely

There's nowhere to run

Where da fuck can you hide?

Caught trippin' nighttime

Where these killas reside

Now yo life flashes

Before yo eyes

It's drastic

Angels appear

Makin' yo life a past tense

No bitch's ass bet you wanna be dug

With no scrilla

I throw ya dumb ass

In da river

Actual

Mathematical

Chips, they needa flip cash compatible

With 16 inside of my clip

Straight up

You get ya whole side scraped up

Gagged and taped up

Shit, boy, [?] wake up

Lord, have mercy

I'm down and dirty at 12:30

Post up at the spot like [?]

My incarcerated diary testify killa lifestyle

Shit that I be flowin' got me waitin' for trial

The best sellin' black author

There I'm going for coins

Master a ceremony

At the cemetary smokin' joints

You never know

When your time clock plug's out

Eventual niggas get they [?] dug out

No doubt