They got us bustin on these hata's n its crazy/They got us runnin from these mothafuckin po-po's baby/We cannot die so we pump pump pump n 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's 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, niggaroes, 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 I 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 pos/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
-Bizzy Bone-Hook-Layzie Bone-
They got us bustin on these hata's n its crazy/They got us runnin from these mothafucking po-po's baby/We cannot die so we pump pump pump n we spray...
-Bizzy Bone-
Thuggin’, lovesick, my hood is in drug prison/The end is my mission, we heatin' shit/Why vision?/Been crooked, re (?) and 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', words of nothin'/If I give you, wouldn’t you touch, will you buck it all up for the love of lush?/Hoes, I love you so, but unlike my friend, you're just my foe/Peace 'til 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, roll
-Krayzie Bone-Hook-
They got us bustin on these hata's n its crazy/They got us runnin from these mothafuckin po-po's baby/We cannot die so we pump pump pump n we spray...
-Krayzie Bone-
Roll down-a 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 Pz, 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 Pop's 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 Will, Rod J, take a ride,
slide down '71, callin' welfare/When the check came, Mom, she hounds everyone/So bang bang, had 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 n I got to keep my people fed/Gotta get whats 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, ta run me....
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album Art of War