BhS AnTHeM by Eastside Bizzy Lyrics
[Chorus: Eastside Bizzy]
We gon’ blast it
Blast off the scene with a baddie like team rocket (Jessie)
Need to clean the block, pistol packin’ in my pocket (Pocket)
Sell a piece, sell an O’, sell it for the profit (Profit)
Ian dated Milly you could say he milly rocked it (Yeah, he rocked her)
[Verse: Eastside Bizzy]
Gotta have it (Have it)
Blast off the scene wit a baddie like team rocket (Jessie)
We shooting for the mothafucking stars like a comet (Comet)
I think my clothes are playing tag, that’s why my closet (Closet)
Yuh, yuh
We don’t do no one on ones
Put that Xanny on your tongue (Tongue)
Rock that show out like a punk
Smokin’ on that cookie stunk
I might hit you with my pump
Then I leave you in my trunk
Wockhardt in this cup being drunk
On yo block we empty the drum
Bizzy!
Bizzy at the top he number one (One)
Call up Bizzy know he get it done (done)
Callin’ for Bizzy you better run (Run)
This shit fun, Bizzy done, pass it to my son (Jit)
[Verse: Yung Jit]
Aight, that was heat, that was heat, I can’t lie
Now I gotta match you
Jit out here we finna match him (Match ‘em!)
Jit with the Mac we finna blast him (Gotta blast!)
Bizzy runnin’ round we finna catch this dude
Andrew at lunch fiendin’ all the food
Stealing’ from my stash man you so damn rude
My lil’ piece put her in a good mood
Opps tryna silence me, feelin’ oppressed
Bitch won’t let me fuck, got me so damn pressed
Locked up for life, man I gotta confess
Hol’ up, hol’ up man, I ain’t a rat!
Ask me all these questions, man I don’t snitch (6ix9ine!)
I got the milk cause I found out my son’s name was Mitch (Bye)
Holdin’ Cam’s hand, Miles screamin’ like a bitch (Ouch)
Gettin’ all my money up, we gotta get rich
We gon’ blast it
Blast off the scene with a baddie like team rocket (Jessie)
Need to clean the block, pistol packin’ in my pocket (Pocket)
Sell a piece, sell an O’, sell it for the profit (Profit)
Ian dated Milly you could say he milly rocked it (Yeah, he rocked her)
[Verse: Eastside Bizzy]
Gotta have it (Have it)
Blast off the scene wit a baddie like team rocket (Jessie)
We shooting for the mothafucking stars like a comet (Comet)
I think my clothes are playing tag, that’s why my closet (Closet)
Yuh, yuh
We don’t do no one on ones
Put that Xanny on your tongue (Tongue)
Rock that show out like a punk
Smokin’ on that cookie stunk
I might hit you with my pump
Then I leave you in my trunk
Wockhardt in this cup being drunk
On yo block we empty the drum
Bizzy!
Bizzy at the top he number one (One)
Call up Bizzy know he get it done (done)
Callin’ for Bizzy you better run (Run)
This shit fun, Bizzy done, pass it to my son (Jit)
[Verse: Yung Jit]
Aight, that was heat, that was heat, I can’t lie
Now I gotta match you
Jit out here we finna match him (Match ‘em!)
Jit with the Mac we finna blast him (Gotta blast!)
Bizzy runnin’ round we finna catch this dude
Andrew at lunch fiendin’ all the food
Stealing’ from my stash man you so damn rude
My lil’ piece put her in a good mood
Opps tryna silence me, feelin’ oppressed
Bitch won’t let me fuck, got me so damn pressed
Locked up for life, man I gotta confess
Hol’ up, hol’ up man, I ain’t a rat!
Ask me all these questions, man I don’t snitch (6ix9ine!)
I got the milk cause I found out my son’s name was Mitch (Bye)
Holdin’ Cam’s hand, Miles screamin’ like a bitch (Ouch)
Gettin’ all my money up, we gotta get rich