Word To The Mutha! - Bell Biv DeVoe

Hoo, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Johnny, Ronnie, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, Bobby, too

Yeah

Word

Word

Word

Whoa, word

Word to the mutha

Hoo

Hoo

Ooh

Yeah

People come

People go

In this business

You’ll never, never know

Some are good

Some are bad

You know we got what no one’s ever had, oh

And the time will come

When we will be as one

Wanna be legends, yeah

And nobody knows

How we really feel

They don’t know the deal

(Get back)

We’ve got to put this back together

(Get right back)

And send our word to the mutha

(Get back)

Right back where we started from

(Get right back)

And send our word to the mutha

Times are getting kinda hard on the boulevard

Brothers and sisters being slayed and scarred

Girlies in the halls, bitin' the walnuts

Of the pusherman, for losing the loot

(Get to know the Johnson or he will shoot)

He pulled the trig' 'cause he figured he could be a bigger nig

In the projects, you see

So feel the bozack

Yo, Rick, come easy

We are one, breaking new

Oh, Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph, and Johnny, too

You see, it ain’t nothing but a thing that we’re gonna do

Everybody’s always talking 'bout the NE crew

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

It’s poison

Don’t be cruel

It’s my prerogative

To do what I gotta do

Have a little sensitivity

Do me, baby

I wanna get rubbed the right way

So what you gotta say

Oh, no, she’s a candy girl

Living in a half-crazy world

That’s the way I’m living, girl

Now every little step I take

Is another NE heartbreak

My, my, my

Word

(Get back)

We’ve got to put this thing together

(Get right back)

And send our words to the mutha

(Get back)

Bringing it right back where we started from

(Get right back)

And send our words to the mutha

(Get back)

We got to bring it back

We got to bring it back to the mutha

(Get right back)

Hey, hey, hey

Yo, Rizz…

It’s bound to go down

Lost spirits never found

(Trips to the graveyard’s a common thing in Beantown)

Smugglers, pimps, pocket-pickers, punks and troublemakers

(Pick eject in button pushers and dream shakers)

Crackhead’s having babies, future’s hazy

I don’t know, shit’s crazy

(All I could do is turn the heat up

Defeat all odds, get revenge and put the beat up, and eat up)

Suckers looking for the kill, first blood’s gotta spill

Light 'em up with a Mac-10, and that’s basin'

(Check the scene with the green pepper weapon

Keep stepping)

Like true brothers

Word to the mutha!

The time will come

And we will be as one

Wanna be legends, yeah, yeah

Nobody knows

How we really feel

They don’t know the deal

Hey, y’all

Hey, y’all, hey

Word to the mutha