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(Yeah) Yeah...Bone Thugs... |
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(You know a nigga been all over the world man) |
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Australia, China, Africa...England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know) |
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(Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone):) |
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Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) |
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Struggle in the game (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar), they left the hood for change (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) |
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Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) |
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The left some time in vain (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) |
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Gotta wise, the shit that lame (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) |
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(Krayzie Bone:) |
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I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad |
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Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast) |
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'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug |
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runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a **** (scandolous) |
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Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast |
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Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the streets |
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but you deep inside this ain't how you tryna be |
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But it's all to think when you're strugglin' and can't sleep |
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'cause ya hungry and can't eat, 'cause livin just aint free..but shet |
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Pappa been laid off...mamma been laid off |
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Everywhere I here the same old song... |
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(Chorus) |
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(Layzie Bone:) |
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To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons |
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By any means, by any cost I'm out here reppin' Cleveland |
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They got be bobbin, weavin' |
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nigga give me the reason |
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To let 'em flies...do or die, niggas no longer breathin' |
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Known as a (?), before Layzie Bone it was Steven |
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And I'm just tryna break even, leavin' you leakers steadley creepin' |
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Shit get deep when daddy gone (daddy gone) |
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and momma can't do it on her on (her on) |
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Lights off, gas gone |
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mumma, daddy comin' home? |
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I guess not, sell rocks, rappin' with my niggas Bone |
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(wassup Wish! yeah...we all we got!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (wassup Kray! yeah, we all we got...nigga!) |
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and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone.. |
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(Chorus) |
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(Wish Bone:) |
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So you ever been to the Chi? me too, you ever been shot? me too |
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Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks |
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catch cases...shit me too |
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That's the story no one ridin', nobody can tell it for me |
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Mumma workin' double shift...daddy who? daddy who? |
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And when he do it's always later, never came |
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he done broke that boys heart, man again, damn again |
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Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto |
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Grew up, outta luck |
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Don't give a **** about life so we let 'em go |
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I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow |
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Give me money and I can keep my temper low |
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Everbody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes |
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priorities ****ed up, but we already know! |
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(Chorus) |