They got us bustin' on these haters and it's crazy/ They got us runnin' from these motherfuckin' po po baby/ We cannot die, that's why we pump pump pump and we spray, we spray
Layzie Bone
Lord, help make up my mind/ Which way do I turn when there's so much stress surroundin' me daily? This world so cruel and shady, and I really do miss my baby, Babi Boi/ Oh boy, me and your bigger brother, we keeps it realer/ You'll always be our lil’ nigga, and I know your Mama miss ya/ Picture the day when I get my callin' but until then, I guess I'm stuck, oh fuck/ Let T know I miss him much/When I get to heaven, Babi Boi, what's up? We can ride and roll, I know, without those po po trailin' bailin' all the way to heaven, bet you that's a promise/ Comin' with the bombs (bombs) Niggas can't test us/ Creep, defeat is all you'll meet/ Rollin' with the niggas that pack the heat and a sack of weed, straight outta control/ Testin' souls, hoes, niggeroes, playa haters, and the po po as well/ Nigga need mail everybody mail/ Am I livin' in Hell? Nigga really can't tell, so I prepare for the worst and hope for the best, and the rest is written/ Some wanna treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm just lookin' for the shit that's hidden/ Could it be? Come a little bit closer/ Why you cautious when you approach us? Is you scared of the fact we' soldiers? Mo! Thug Records fin to take shit over/ Under my halo, pray more, say Mo! Thug with love to the depth that game goes/ Die all of you hoes, foes, and you po po's/ Nigga, better rolled or get rolled over, we shuttin' shit down/ And you know a nigga love to get buckwild/ Pow! Come fuck with me, now, now, now
-Chorus-Bizzy-
Bizzy Bone
Thuggin’ lovesick/ My hood is in drug prison/The end is my mission, we heatin' shit/ Why vision? Been crooked, creatin' sin is beginnin' of my endin'/ I went in my Benz but why's my mind spinnin'? And then I'll say "Hey, fuck it" My family ain't live for nothin' but strugglin' was one of the reasons I'm thuggin' instead of stayed hustlin'/ Where was my lovin'? Somebody tell me somethin' good for nothin'/ If I give you, wouldn’t you touch/ Will you buck it all up for the love of lust? Hoes, I love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe/ Peace till the end of the road, that's where I'll go/ But no, nigga, don't lose your soul/ But it's so cold/ Trust in mine, all right, then we can roll, roll, roll
Wish Bone
Was you too young, mama and daddy, when you laid down and had some eggs? And I remember y'all breakin' up and shippin' us off back to The Land/ Damn, what went wrong? Was it me? But I ain't mad at you cuz outta all this shit/ I got 2 sisters and a brother and I learned to harmony on the streets of the Clair; That's where I'm from, y'all/ On the streets of the Clair; That's where I met Mo! Thugs, y'all/ Oh, shit! Time to be a man/ Gotta get out the house cause I stand Mommy's man; He talks with his hand/ Come, come creep on the streets with me/ This where I learned how to sell drugs/ It's where I learned how to pump slugs/ It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine; So I creep and I grind/ Knock, knock; Kickin' down doors/ Kill a nigga sleep, give it up when you die and I know that shit was wrong but don't blame me, blame the thugsta in me cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from) Bloody redrum/ Nigga, we nothin' but survivors/ Rest in peace to the gauge/ They collide with us; We survivors, that's why we be...
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Krayzie Bone
Roll down my family tree with me/ Keep flippin' the page to page see nothin' but strugglers/ I never knew no hustlas like my daddy and mama so I gotta drop my P'z, but I think way back in the day now when Moms and Pops had my back/ They stayed down and gave us a place to lay down/ But then, then when the wind blew in, it threw in a crackpot/ But lately, it's keepin' my people up off the hinges, can I get a witness baby? And I'm out the door, gots to go make me some money on my own/ Somebody tell me now where we went wrong/ God, bring my family back because they long gone, it's on/ Now Pops don't even come around, but I know Pops got problems, that's why your little nigga's still down with ya/ But it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin' my sisters keep sayin' they hungry gotta come up on some way to feed 'em/ Big Bro Rod J take a ride, slide down '71, callin' welfare/ When the check came, Mom, she hounds everyone/ So bang bang, got to get down for my thang, swang with a me thugstas/ Pump, we never did love ya/ St. Clair struggler, llello hustla, baby/ And you know ya secure/ Better cock and I got to keep my people fed, gotta get what's mine/ Even if it means got to put one in your head/ Dead, and anyone of my niggas will get ya, give up ya money/ See this is what we to to survive/ You do it till you die, why? They give me money, to run me...
Available on the Bone Thugs N Harmony album Art Of War 1996-1997/ This version not available on CD.
Sample taken from Alicia Meyers, If You Play Your Cards RIght