Dream's In 3D

by L-Biz

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1.
Get You Sum 03:03
L-Biz (Intro) Real -- Real -- Real -- Real --- Ahhh --- Ahhh!!!.... L-Biz (Verse) Close my eyes for a second in felt so uncomfortable Yeah If I snooze and I lose where the hell does the money go Yeah Ain't tryna do none of you niggas favors Yeah If you my foe then we crowding yo table Yeah With so many mouths to feed in my stable We doin' it indie, don't share with no labels Tryna turn all of my dreams to reality But my status depends on my salary You keep the celery, I want the bread For calories killers put prices on heads Yeah I might die recreating these visions Ball in my sleep and wake up on a mission Searching for multiple revenue streams Need more than a mention, a like, or a listen It's lessons in every loss Even when you winning it got a cost So many claim they the boss but you lie Know one of you fuck niggas cooking the fries Think you deserving a piece of the pie Reaching for mine you'll be missing yo mind You ain't part of the team I don't owe you a crumb Yeah Stop wasting yo time nigga go get you sum Yeah Nigga go get you sum L-Biz (Hook) You don't grind you don't dine at my table No work then you don't get a piece of mine I work hard for this shine and a piece of mind Why you think you deserving a piece of mine You niggas ain't mentally stable Thinking I owe you a dime or a crumb If you want it then get up and get you sum If you want it then get up and get you sum Nigga go get you sum Nigga go get you sum (Outro)
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L-Biz (Intro)
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So EZ (Hook): Don't Play With My Paper x 4 I Need My Bankroll Crazy Bankroll Crazy x 3 L-Biz (Verse) Ok I'm Back Up On My B-I-Z, I Be Fly Damaging These Beats Then It's Off To The Triage You Claim You Poppin' Tags But You Shoppin At a Kiosk If Bird Is The Word, Bet Yo Flocks Fulla Peacocks Let Me Stop Playin' Wit You Niggas I Gotta Go Get This Money, Cause Wifey She Wanna Live Lavish Joking Around Wit My Cabbage Lunatic You Must Be Outta Yo Rabbit If Cheddar Gon Better My Status, And I Got Habits I Gotta Have It I Gotta Flip It, Stack It, Stash It Some In The Ceiling, More In The Mattress Bankroll Crazy, No Straight Jackets If I Throw Some Girl You Better Get Yo Basket Don't Be Passive Scared Funds Never Made None, So You Gotta Invest In Yo Talent But, Don't Be Playin' Wit My Paper Cause I Ain't Talkin' Hoes When I Say We Got Ratchets Catch A Speed Knot Playing In Traffic L-Biz Be A Cash Flow Addict Yeah! So EZ (Hook) Don't Play With My Paper x 4 I Need My Bankroll Crazy Bankroll Crazy x 3 So EZ (Hook): Don't Play With My Paper x 4 I Need My Bankroll Crazy Bankroll Crazy x 3 L-Biz (Verse 2) While You Mackin' For A Dinner Date I'm Stackin' For Some Real Estate Nibble Off My Kibbles, I Might Beat You With My Dinner Plate You Trappin' Or You Livin' Straight That's Hustle I Would Never Hate But Show Up To The Party Late Then You Don't Get No Birthday Cake Trick This My Party I'll Spazz Out If I Want To Stop Actin' Funny, Go Get Some Money Quit Sweatin' Them Niggas, They Don't Want You I Got Lambo Dreams & A Impala Income I Need All My Points With The And 1 When I Pull Up In A Tan One Wit A Tan One They Throw Shade Cause They Can't Sun And Biz Bring The Heat With No UV Only Taking One Cause It's Too Seats If You Backin' Up For This Loose Leaf Got Plan B for these Groupies They On X, That's Group E I'm A Cool G, Not Coogi But A Ice Tea, With a Cool Breeze And I Grind Hard For That New Cream Yo Birds Dip For That Blew Cheese You A Stand In Like It's No Seats I'm A Stand Out And I'm About Green So Don't Play So EZ (Hook): Don't Play With My Paper x 4 I Need My Bankroll Crazy Bankroll Crazy x 3 L-Biz (Bridge) If I Ain't No Money Then I Ain't Got A Smile On Grindin' For That Chicken So Them Chickens I Can Style On If You Playin' With My Money Who You Actin' Like A Child On Ain't About The Benji's Leave Leave Leave It At The Dial Tone So EZ (Hook Out)
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Doing Me 03:31
L-Biz (Verse 1) Woke up with the sun like it's time to go get it Yeah Get showered get dressed then I throw on my fitted Yeah This piece on my wrist reminds me of my mission Yeah That Moola that Gouda it's time to go get it Got green backs I'm a preying mantis Greetin' to the leaches that be tryna take advantage Seein' Bizzy eatin' you beggin' to get a sandwich Dough is on the way I feel it every time my hand itch Get cha own hustle don't worry bout what my plan is Wave ridin' niggas pick up ya board and vanish Know you on ya hustle when you beatin' up the canvas Dream it then believe it, whatever I want I can get Yes it's, Loyalty, Hardwork, 5P's, Nigga please Cutthroats don't wanna see me breathe Wouldn't bless my life if they heard me sneeze But I ain't gotta be at choo to be at you Revenge is gettin' ends, that's what I do I ain't gotta get fly, you bet I flew Biz cold sick flow, you bet I Flu Trendsetter, I ain't followin' a damn thang Shooting for the stars, steady working on my aim Whole city rock wit me, I ain't gotta hood claim Downtown, Alma Ave to the grave, click bang Going hard in the paint I be Shaqtin' a fool and a mess Pack tools put cha chin in ya chest Hit ya head, fuck a vest What's Next... I'mma move to the left Toward the money the power and the respect I guess L-Biz (Hook) Yo Block Live, Yo Crew Ride, Go Figure Yo Chicks Bad, You Get Cash Go Figure You Sold Drugs, You So Thug, Go Figure But I ain't worried bout you niggas, Naw I'm just doing me, nigga I'm just doing me (2x) I ain't worried bout you, nigga I'm just doing me (2x) It' ain't all about me, but it's all about me, so nigga I'm just doing me I ain't worried bout you, so nigga I'm just doing me (2x) Yeah L-Biz (Verse 2) Man I'm tryna see my daughters in college Make every tuition deposit honest Tryna stay outta the streets where the gun speaks Only reason I'm living cause of my quick feet And yo bad aim Talk about how much you get it, do you make change Ever felt pain, or spread life Or do you take it with a glock to the dome or a knife to the windpipe Tryna see my family straight and live legal Never worried bout jail or commissary Doing me going hard for my people Hate taking premature trips to the cemetery Cause when they go, a part of me go to And when they grow, a part of me grow to But when they lose, a part of me don't lose Knowing there's a lesson in everything we go through So I make moves, and break rules Biz ain't never been the average joe Never subpar bars or an average flow So why would I follow the status quo Cause they don't wanna see me shine But you better believe I'm gon glow And you better believe I'm gon get that dough So when you gon tell me something that I don't know Huh Nigga (Hook Out)
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L-Biz (Verse 1) You tryna get physical Baby let me inspect that Back shots, give you back shots Let a nigga inject that Stretch the walls, Renovate that kitty Beat it like a bar room brawl And I shows no pitty So tell me what's ya safe word What's ya safe word Put cha ankles in the air, In the air Got you moanin' cause it feel good But it still hurt When you playin' on some real wood Get a splinter, UH Tappin all on that black berry Hope you gettin' my message In the bedroom, making fireworks This type of love is so festive Just tryna feel that honey Drippin' on my body You tryna get to this money No need to be modest Oh Wow, hot damn Call yo girlfriends Cause ya ass so big I'mma need just a couple more hands Damn L-Biz (Hook) Ain't nothing but a G-Thang Baby won't you let a G Bang Slide off that G-String Have you singing like Dreezy When she say Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yay, Aye When she say Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea, Yay Aye, Aye L-Biz (Verse 2) 5'4" with them heels off When you keep'em on, you the right height Then I flip it and slap it you throwing it back Cause you love when I stab with the right knife How she twerk it she's my dutty whiner Need ID can't be freakin' with minors Dig so deep you would think I'm a miner Diggin' deep like I'm reaching for China You don't need designers to hide Cause yo curves and yo skin is the softest You say you like girls I don't care bout them skeleton bones in yo closet I just wanna get close to you Say the word and baby we gon ride You know I seen you in the videos You know I heard you on the radio I'm just tryna get yo attention You ain't gotta be my girlfriend listen In the bed I bet you ain't, Lazy Deepthroat till ya eyes look, Crazy And I bet ya pussy so, Tasty Let me sop that up like it's Gravy L-Biz (Hook 2x Out)
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L-Biz (Verse 1) Bizness, bet I mind mine I ain't going till I'm older than a fine wine Situation sticky, throw the peace sign high My niggas dirty, I'll be quick to turn a blind eye Ain't... Got time to be judging a man If I'm sinnin' I would never throw a stone at'em Got a socket then I'm pluggin'em in He my dog so I gotta toss a bone at'em Pause but we all eatin' Struggle but we all decent till we all feastin Cause the law want us all leakin' Locked up or we six feet deep Swimming up shits creek and Losing ain't part of my policy I guess Bizzy's a bit of a novelty I'll consistently be an anomaly Till the day I govern your curiosity Word! Envisionin' lappin' in luxury After I capture it Hooligans fuck wit me If I clap'em I'm oxymoronically trap in the thuggery Dogin' a felony Cause I'm peacefully promotin' violence Loudly I'm beggin' for silence Seamless but live like I'm broken I get confused when I'm focused on dollars (3x) Lashawn (Hook) Ain't no way we losing Way too busy winning Hustle for that dinner baby You can do the dishes Better mind yo business For you lose your life Do you dirty, heard the preacher say He Clean Up Nice Cause when we See'em we spott'em Shoot'em, we shot'em Get'em, we got'em Lashawn (Bridge) He said put'em in a Gucci suit When he burried, bet he lookin' cute Live fast, die fast too Cause when you hustle, only cash rules L-Biz (Verse 2) Tryna cop what they cop duckin' cops for the cream Guess the trap is a trap, what a marvelous skeam Bizzy itchin' for digits to live like a King Been resisting the fact I'm no more than a fiend Let me tell you what I mean Alexander McQueen on the jean and the tennis shoe That's a hell of a visual, see what my mental do Now I plot for residuals Cause I really want them tennis shoes Could I be principal lacking the principles Of a heavenly deity, who would believe in me Knowing I'm selfish and miserable When my salary's suffering I see you buffering, wondering How are we similar Carnally speaking, I'm thinking The greed of 2 beings is the common integer Different hustles but common expenditures Separation is the key If you wanna be free Better start breakin chain's But, hey don't take it from me Ask all of yo homies in lock up And all of the one's who are resting in peace Caught in the belly of the beast If they would change a thang Or would they still say Lashawn (Hook Out)
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30 Minutes 03:31
L-Biz (Verse 1) I done worked 8 hours plus 8 in the studio, I'm tired But girl you on my mind, as usual Tryna use the last 8 to get super close Roll up a couple tight J's of that super smoke Let the lighter kiss the candle wick Drippin' hot wax on ya body, can you handle it I'm tryna pull up to ya bumper till the fender bend And I assure you, I'm insured I can afford the damages Fresh squeeze girl, I love it when yo juices flow Sex on the table sugar, you can call it sucrose Science lesson, wanna penetrate yo crevices God left a wound near ya womb Let me fill it in Yeah Right where I belong Underneath ya skirt and blouse Right behind ya thong, Uh Let me kiss the kitty like the white folks They got a tendency to fall in love with they animals We do it like the animals This is more than puppy love Since you got the ring, ain't no need for the glove Uh, Feel it getting closer to the climax Watching yo sillohuette like it's IMAX Aww Shit, Damn L-Biz (Hook) I'm already finished It's only been 30 minutes Where the hell did the time go You love it when I beat it like a bongo, go (You already finished, nigga it's only been 30 minutes) Where the hell did the time go L-Biz (Verse 2) Sex with my contacts on Girl I need to see that ass in HD Record the session, turn yo iPad on Baby please don't let it leak You know Imma celebrity Now let me spread That baby oil on yo back side I love the way the candle light, make yo body shine I call you wifey so that mean that heffa all mine No bullshitin', hit it till it's dry as raw hide Bringing heaven to the earth when it's deeper You calling Jesus, I'm killing it like the Reaper Pardon my analogy, I'm focused on my strategy You got me thinkin', Lawd I hope she got some fresh batteries Cause yo pussy splashing like a monsoon It's like you tryna sink a nigga pontoon Feel it getting closer to the climax If you ain't reach ya peak, press rewind Watch the play back L-Biz (Hook 2) I hate to say that I'm already finished At least you got another 30 minutes Girl I gotta go to work in the morning I don't regret it, when we sexin' I enjoy it (Outro)
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Wake Up 03:33
L-Biz (Hook) 6 o'clock in the morning Tryna to savor this moment It's time to get to the money You know a nigga be on it These birds keep on calling They know I'm bout to be ballin' Grinding at the crack of dawn You niggas still yawing Tell me, Why the hell you sleeping Get yo ass up Too much money in these streets For me to pass up Tell me, Why the hell you sleeping Get yo ass up To much money in these streets For me to pass up L-Biz (Verse 1) They ain't on my level, how they claiming they adjacent Churning out these records, yes I'm milking every placement Professor with the pen, so when I ball they'll call me Grayson Searching for my zipper, I won't tell you where they face went And she got a friend that's a twin, I'll be Cliff Paul Niggas asking if I need assistance Shit Nah! With the women and stacking chicken Don't need no help with it Less you talking addition, ain't no need to discuss business I always feel like, somebody's watching me Bizzy handles the rock well like Rockwell I gotta answer when the money's calling me Never getting a shocked shell if stocks fell Catch me grinding through the recession Learning lessons, receiving blessings Regardless of my transgressions You know that I stay bizzy with my teammates Barely resting but when I'm resting baby I sleep great L-Biz (Hook) L-Biz (Verse 2) Lobster bisque, with pasta shrimp A mobsters dish, who sponsored this Baby the hustle did it The consequence of confidence is obvious, they riding with To pay my wood a visit We cloud kicking, dream weaving and wave running Closer to the top, and my God The view is so stunning Astounded by my meteoric ascension We sippin' bubbly beverages, grabbing groupies attention I mean... I always feel like, somebody's watching Bizzy handles the rock well like Rockwell I hear'em hating but it never really bothered me Success is best served with dough earned and hot shells The smoking gun is all this winning we doing It's Stil'a Hustle, pay attention yo it's more than the music You know that And iStayBizzy wit my teammates Barely resting but when we resting Baby sleep great L-Biz (Hook Out)
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L-Biz (Verse 1) I can see the lifestyle that I wanna live Cause a nigga stealing cable Inhale, exhale breathe when I clock in 9 to 5 got me feeling unstable Working for the man, man I got ambition Dope boys got me tempted to whip it up in the kitchen What the hell is the point, In class I always paid attention Just so I can work till I'm 80 and get a pension Shit, you gotta be kiddin' I need that, duffle fulla green backs With 200 on the dash, no tolls I speed pass Kinda money got bunnies sayin' yes They don't laugh like they use to They just drop draws when I cruise through OG gave me the recipe Said you cook it, chop it, bag it and hit the streets Don't wanna go to jail again So with the rhymes, put in overtime This is musical excellence, guess it's time to overgrind L-Biz (Hook Full) I had a bad day nigga I'm a mess Yeah, I got 2 - 3 of them bitches, but I need 4 - 5 mo checks Fake niggas steady working my nerves Sucka niggas love seeing me stressed Go harder than the rest, got damnit I'm tired Thinking I deserve a rest J/K nigga, No Way Nigga I'mma Sleep When I'm Dead (4x) No Grind No Shine Nigga L-Biz (Verse 2) Late nights and early mornings while yall be yawning The road to the riches, Yall ain't on it but I be on it Tunnel with the vision, when it's all about the digits Got my eyes on the prize Like a prize fighter chasing down a chicken You a pigeon, miss me with that bird talk Only after the checks, I dodger Clinton Kershaw If it's hoes over dough, I'd be worse off Sucka for a booty that be soft as a Nerf ball But I gotta stay focused on the game plan 8 Figures, tryna come up for the summer fool So I'm politic'n Jimmy Hustle that's my main man While they fall off we be winning in the winter too Now that I got the reciepe Add the hustle with the grind and then hit the streets I ain't worried bout 12 tryna put me in a line up Nigga iStayBizzy I'mma grind till my times Up Whoa L-Biz (Hook Partial) I'mma Sleep When I'm Dead (4x) No Grind No Shine Nigga L-Biz (Bridge) No days off, 365 If you ain't gettin paper, why the hell is you alive See the grind don't stop, cause the money don't sleep My nigga I want it all but the price ain't cheap Jimmy Hu$tle (Verse) You won't catch me sleepin' less I'm layin in a coffin The hustle don't quit nigga, no days Off I say, everyday I'm on, you will never catch me slippin' But I might switch spots if the feds out creepin nigga I don't make excuses nigga Jimmy make plays Fucka a baller blocker nigga Jimmy make waves mane Jimmy got hoes mane, Jimmy got work mane Jimmy make it shake, make the whole block twerk mane Only way you losing if you snoozin my nigga The money bag got the bad hoes choosing ya nigga I get the bread and the butter bitch I'm lookin' like a roll Never half way, if I spend I buy a whole I'm a lowkey nigga, blow OG nigga Soaked up all the game from the OG's, Killers and Robbers Cleveland & Buffalo fulla mobsters And them hustlin' ass niggas Fuck a 9 to 5 L-Biz (Full Hook Out)
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L-Biz (Verse 1) Vibing to the beat by the beast, you hear me feast Erecting my reputation, I'm rising with no yeast My passion's returned home, it's lonely when she leaves Now it's time to make the Dough Nuts, Bizzy roll up ya sleeves Cause I sang a hook for Jada, Styles, Sheek don't mean I made it I tryna be the new nigga infiltrating your play list Striving towards my goals, while the country implodes If it's a secret, social media quick to expose I got talent and substance, they be like what's ya budget You can't show'em you makin' money, time to change the subject Saving every dollar, reason you don't see me out in public Finding balance with my music, kids, and my woman Uh, Heavy prayers being sent, I know you hearing me When life's the darkest, I can't see but still you steering me That's why there's not another artist putting fear in me Biohazardous Raps till Miramax Mirrors me L-Biz (Hook) So what's the world coming to When you can be this nice They more concerned with your image Than the imagery when you write Yo what's the world coming to Won't somebody please shed the light They want you to sell your soul And they want you to pay the price Answer these million dollar questions L-Biz (Verse 2) Spoke to my homie So EZ, he said we gettin' close Impossible cause I be barely leaving Buffalo Plenty success around me, feel like I'm missing the boat Got me thinkin', Fuck a 9 to 5, I shoulda sold dope Wanna trade in my pension for social recognition Sounds nice, but facebook likes won't pay Chrissy's tuition Man, People won't even spend a buck with you But, you assuming they really keep it a buck with you Like I'm playing the game of life, with all spades Bet on me homie, I promise we gon be hella paid That's what they all say, but they don't all got it made It ain't about the hand, it's bout the man Can he really play Niggas say they keep it real, but the game fake Niggas say they handle beef, but it ain't steak Niggas say they down to ride, but they can't rake Cause when it's time to leave, you find the in the same place And hardwork trumps talent nigga any day Any Day L-Biz (Hook) Yo what's the world coming to Won't somebody please shed the light They want you to sell your soul And they want you to pay the price Answer these million dollar questions L-Biz (Verse 3) My people lost like slaves that never made it over Can work a triple beam but barely know how to read Just to rock the biggest chain and latest Range Rover But when you go, what legacy you leaving for ya seeds If you ain't standing for nothing must be an ampute Still you wish ya pockets was fat as the biggest matinee Crime life is just a tease, got the softest niggas hard Pause the movie, send'em to Juvie, he just a baby boy Chief Keef wannabe's, sellin' and rebellin' Tested by the streets you either passin' or a felon Banking on ya homies an cronies, they really tellin' Still you risk it, you a baller when Dwayne Johnson sellin' Cops killing people for nothing and locking dealers up Jeffery Jordan making millions off the inmates Guess it's got a deeper meaning seeing stocks jump They clap you or they capture you, either way They be getting cake, Uh With high risk comes a high reward Or CO's and those steal doors We either rich and perinoid or we struggle and hope Cause Life's a puppet show and God is controlling the ropes L-Biz (Hook Out)
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Intro: Life's a Twisting Rollercoaster on the Run I get no warning when the bad turns are gonna come... Verse 1: Tippin' on this flask, Dusse in my canteen Working hard but still it seems that I ain't did a thing Stuck in the hood, tryna make a way Hours in the studio but, it don't really pay Wife is on my case, screaming something gotta change like "So what if labels calling, mortgage still gotta be paid" and I know I gotta provide, hate that look in her eyes Only a matter of time till we say our final goodbyes And I'm holding on for dear life Feeling like a deer in headlights Even thought bout ending my life But I'm too strong to quit this fight So, I'm falling to my knees, praying to my God Knowing anything that's worth having's gonna be hard..but damn Why Me? Why am I always the brave one? Even superheroes might need to be saved once All these twists, turns, ups and downs got me nauseous But Imma ride until it's time to see my coffin, WORD Hook: Life's a twisting rollercoaster on the run I get no warning when the bad turns are gonna come It's a journey with no certainty So I'll make my peace with whatever will be... It goes... Verse 2: Fickle fans, janky promoters and gold diggers Part of the territory when your name is getting bigger Dappin' up deceivers with velvet ropes in between us They smile and compliment, but we know they don't really mean it (Ain't even made it to the top) Still I feel like I done seen it Vivid pictures as I shoot at the stars, vacate my zenith What I tell my competition, only competition is me As I stain this composition, thoughts made permanent with this ink I think it's more to life then this money (But how will I know it if I never got it?) It's so many things that I want... (But why do I want it if I can't buy it?) That's why I'm grinding everyday, hit my knees and pray Asking God for more wisdom I know I ain't trying my hardest, and my all is all that I can give him When them critics give me stress They get what's next to my index Then it's back up on this rollercoaster chasin' after them checks Can't tell these niggas how you livin' Deep inside they really women in they feelings Tryna sabotage your mission But Hey That's Life....
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For The Lo 02:52
We Do It For the Lo... L-Biz (Hook) Working day and night, good and bad weather Rick James b****, get ya get up off my leather If the price is too high, them you gotta go Or do it for the love, do it for the Lo Shorty out here working just to get the dough If you do it for the love, do it for the Lo Homies out here Trappin' gotta get the dough I do it for my city, do it for the Lo L-Biz (Verse 1) You say you seen it, them I prolly done it It's StilaHustle, secure the bag like we checking luggage It's Nothing The haters hate it, but the hires love it They be tryna f***with Biz sense i had a low budget You Cuffin' I'm grinding all day, laughing to the bank now Hit the dice game screaming, what the bank bout Born & raised down the way, but I'm uptown Seis Dos get the dough, they don't know droughts Betta believe getting cash Got the chic's calling Shovel pass to my lads, we be pin balling Stay in yo lane, for the weak show no pity And I Stay Bizzy forever, welcome to Nickle City GO!!! L-Biz (Hook) L-Biz (Verse 2) You say my city broke, I say you trippin' nigga I know some traps up in the jungle that be clicking nigga And if you got it, you can come up on a whole thing I know some pushers with that water out in Cold Spring Blow Steam Shottys they be dumping Say yo gun blame, huhman Why you niggas frontin' F*** around be on the news for the wrong reason Clap you then snatch ya Old Bay When it's grill season Them wolves great in the Lo Leave yo Sole High, on the west side Catch a Colombian bow tie No Lie Dreamers hustling for Every Damn Penny Shooting rockets like hAkeem Always with the Semi Welcome to Nickle City GO! L-Biz (Hook) L-Biz (Bridge) Ain't gotta wonder where I'm from Or who I do it for B-U-F-F-A-L-O Hoe! Rep my city the fullest You already know it's... B-U-F-F-A-L-O Hoe!

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Buffalo NY Elite MC L-Biz Celebrates okhis 10th and Final Album with the release of this 13 track masterpiece "Dream's In 3D" ...
With production by EZ onda Beat, Jimmy Dukes, SdotFire & more

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released December 16, 2016

Written, Recorded, Mixed, Mastered at ISB Music Lab
By: Donald "L-Biz" Foreman for iStayBizzy Music

Additional Writing & Concepts By:
Malcolm "So EZ" Edwards for One Dream

Art Design By: Michael "XL" Martin for XL Photography

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L-Biz Buffalo, New York

Artist, DJ & Creator of I.S.B. Music and iStayBizzy lifestyle brand. Hailing from Buffalo New York, L-Biz is one of the most electrifying artists of his genre. Blending intensely witty lyrics, Biz has captured the ears of audiences from Spain to Portugal and back to Italy. So, it's not hard to understand his slogan, "Work Hard, Play Hard, Stay Bizzy!" ... more

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