Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Thugs/ Everyday thugs; We be Bone Thugs, ah
Krayzie Bone
Nigga thug all day every day/ Even when I'm in L.A. I roll with the thugs/ Better creep to the city and look for the weed spot, stop cause I gotta get bud, wanna get a pound, none of that floatin' stuff/ Some of that smoke and puff and if you smoke enough your sho' enough get P.O.D'ed/ Cleveland, it's the same thang nigga puffin' Jane/ Inhale, exhale/ Back on the plane; Headed to tha city that's sunny all year round, that's right Miami/ It's like a little planet, full of sin well we got to have it/ And I'm simply tryin' a tell these motherfuckers that we thug always, we thug day/ So come to the party and bring somebody and bring some weed and chug a Bacardi/ It's gon' get rowdy, rowdy
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Layzie Bone
Come and roll with the everday thugs/ Stayin' down foe my thang, stayin' true to the game cause that's all I know/ I'm a street nigga, keep the heat nigga/ gettin' street figures all night long, I gotsta go get me some money cause just like that a nigga gotsta have it/ If it be greens, spinach or cabbage, whatever you call it, can do your math and work this magic/ Get on the grind, be in the posistion to be The 'Boss/ Niggas can floss and toss but I know they soft/ When a nigga like me stay raw/ On the D/L cause what we sell ain't none of nobodies business, never was, and nigga never will be/ Thinkin' I'm broke but I'm out here filthy, feelin' me? Ya'll niggas be killin' me, braggin' about the money you claimin' you makin'/ Fuck around, catch your dumbass sleepin' then that money be up for the takin' yeah/ I bring home the paper, and niggas that's all I'm a let you know/ You already know when I stole show, little man with big doe run these hoes
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Wish Bone
I'm a thug/ Seems like every time I come out, gotta prove I'm a thug/ Like a nigga ain't put in work with his blood/ That's gonna be the same cause nigga wanna stay in this game/ This is how we get down, money man, money man/ Monday, Tuesday's, Wednesday's I might be chillin'/ Thursday's, Friday's, Saturday's I'm out there kickin' it with my villians/ War against us, you ain't goin' nowhere/ Bone Thugs N Harmony keepin' it real for St. Clair/ Anybody that wants it, even if it's Sunday mornings, I will wake up just incase you want it/ And I ain't got shit to prove it, thirty minutes over, you do it/ Put it down nigga, really, I move it
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Bizzy Bone
And Oh, we like the echo/ And oh, we like the Rolly/ Y'know, we like the Benz-o but oh/ He the homie, but no/ He the enemy, fo' sho'/ Pull a 44 outta the holster, bust on them like real niggas supposed to/ Sticky icky blowin' brew in my leather sofa/ Little nigga, roll a spiritual soldier like Nad Turner/ Clap burner, murder, mo' murda, murda motherfucker/ Shit as hot as the kitchen furnace from smokers to workers, Cleveland to Cali/ Ghetto in our Suburbia's, Little Bizzy stay pimpin' alley/ And finally the vinyl be vital/ And why should I flip? I already got the title, besides fightin' the rivalry shit; It's too many sides
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs N Harmony album Thug World Order (2002) & Available on DJ U-Neek & Leathaface present Bone Thug Affiliates (2004)