Yeah, it's on. It's on. Come follow me to the ghetto (Dedicated to the hustlers.) Come follow me to the ghetto (Hustlers in the hood.) Come follow me to the ghetto (To the projects. You know it.)
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Come follow me to the ghetto/ But this ain't a place that everybody can go (You got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto) Come follow me to the ghetto/ No this ain't the place that everybody can go (I say you got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)
Krayzie Bone
What a wonderful day off in the neighborhood/ G-double O-D good mornin' to you/ Wake up, get up/ Hey there, what's up? Let's take a stroll through this place we call home and everybody be knowin' your name/ The PJ, where we tryin' to survive off all our goodtimes, after workin' all day so we hangin' all night, trippin' feelin' all right from the love in our community/ Ya'll feelin' me keepin' it real/ Is what we done to get by daily/ You watch my back, you back is got/ Where a nigga from, it's like that/ It ain't all good, then again, it ain't all bad/ Cause hard times be some of the best times we done had/ Now can you feel me?
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Krayzie Bone
And I gotta give my love to the projects nigga, feel me/ We should let him know we ain't forgot/ It's about this on your block when they got a fist full a rocks, runnin' from the cops/ Keepin' it real, they try to come up with a hundred dollar bill/ If not, anything to get a meal/ It's all about that bank roll/ Cause when you're broke, low, only the strong will survive and the weak will all vanish, so just do what you need/ Just demand to sit public or when they get business/ And if it's illegal, just play with your fears/ I hope I'm forgiven for robbin' and stealin'/ Stickin' your butts up for 50s and 20s/ Dollars, quarters, shit, even pennies, it don't make a difference/ I'm hungry, just give me, y'all feel that? Casualties caps get peeled back/ It's wild down here where we live at/ Real quick you could get killed, that's the way it goes, you never know/ I'm givin' my peace to hustlers strugglin' in the ghetto/ Hard tryin' to make that money, what we'll do to make that money
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Krayzie Bone
What you know about hardtimes? What you know about the hardtimes? What they know about hardtimes? Say, what you know about that hard time? I can feel it, feel it/ Hardtimes/ What they know about the hard time? What they know about hard time? Say, what you know about that hard time? I can feel it, feel it
Omarr
Supercat told you that the ghetto's where I pertrude but you didn't listen so we gotta deliver another rendition/ For instance, everybody knows how it goes; 1st of the Month/ Don't front, you been there before/ The place where random family confront you/ Cops will try to hurt you, cats will try to pump you and stunt you/ Nobody wants you to succeed, just fail/ The crabs in the barrel theory/ Clearly the ghetto has it's ailes, but hear me/ The streets is where I learned to chase goals instead of my tail/ Learned I wanted to sell lyrics instead of Llello/ Studio time instead of time in the cell, I was compelled to excel/ But to appreciate Heaven, got to see Hell
-Chorus-Krayzie-
-Outro-DJ U-Neek-
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony comin' back at'cha in the '99. DJ U-Neek. Krayzie Bone. Shouts out to my true Thugs; Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Representin' every thug, every hustler, every ghetto across the USA.