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(feat. Krayzie Bone & Wish Bone) |
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Bone Bone Bone Thug (ooo you know how we do it) |
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Bone Bone Bone Thug (Its all about the music) |
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Bone Bone Bone Thug (its all about the music) |
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(Chorus x3: Krayzie Bone) |
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Everyday, it seems its gettin shorter as the world turns round and round |
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These last days, so cra-zy oh why |
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(Verse 1: Krayzie Bone) |
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They tellin me criminals be crazy, man what is they reason for the brutality |
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They killin these niggas in cold blood, Bone Thug |
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Been a part of the reality, all the insanity |
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Aint no more humanity, what ever happend to family? |
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Lost mine way back in the game, back when the crack came |
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It aint too much changed here today, seems like its never gon' get better |
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Wonder if ill ever get to live in peace |
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These days of our lives, they keep on gettin shorter every time |
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Then I realize, that it won't be too long before, |
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We wake up and the world is gone, |
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And it won't mean no World War, it'll be Armageddon for sure |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Verse 2: Wish Bone) |
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Every where we look there's so much violence (violence), |
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And I don't make it no better I'm quick to riot (riot) |
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And you ain't gotta lose, it's all about the roads that you choose |
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But what is there to do where brought up and stung like ooooh |
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And I can feel your pain young thugs, stay focused |
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Cause we can get this money young thugs, |
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Even though the end of days are comin, |
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You can get it right right now do something for somebody. |
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Just hold on for me, I promise there's a better place for all us T-H-U-G's |
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If he don't believe then, don't call yourself a thug |
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Cause thugs believe, who don't believe (who don't believe) |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Verse 3: Layzie) |
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Sometimes I sit back and I think, why me |
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Now how did I become a victim of this struggle? |
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Everyday tryna piece this puzzle, |
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And every second im out on the hustle, |
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I sit and I guzzle, hopin reality would pass me by, right on by, |
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And I'm not gonna sit and lie, half of my life I was vilified. |
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Like a test, hold weilds, a lot of determination and skills, |
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Ain't a damn thang never come easy, not when a nigga gotta pay these bills |
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Scrap this meal, feed this, man of the household, |
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Gotta keep that money comin', gotta be out here doin something, |
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Rather than sitting back broke with nothing |
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Can you feel me? |
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If I have to come and get ya, I'ma getcha you gon' feel me |
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And what do they say about Little Lay, |
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He's a ghetto legend |
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Niggas is out here threatened, because I'm headed for Armageddon baby. |
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(Chorus x2) |
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(Verse 4: Bizzy Bone) |
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Back in the day with little Lay and all the Bones |
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We got to scrappin' for pay sometimes I miss when we were kids is all |
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Now since ninety-five back when Eazy died of a A-I-D's |
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oh what a disease 'n evil (Oh) |
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Harmony harmony out could it be now everybody wanna keep us twisted |
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You better believe it, yea little Eazy whispers different |
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Gotta keep my distance me payed up on the buildin' |
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None of us used that just don't stop until I get shot, shot |
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Wheelin' and dealin' me back in the day from the crack lock (yeah) |
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I see Greg roll it I seen bad murder, murders St. Claire |
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As for the Industry we're pickin' now, sickin' now and the hard headed |
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Came to break it down lick it out (lick it out) |
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(Chorus x2) |
