We all so scared cause its, its war everywhere, you know. War everywhere.
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
How many friends will we see die? (Why we so scared cause it's war everywhere)/ How many friends will we see cry? (It's war everywhere)/ How many friends will we see try? (Why we so scared cause it's war everywhere)/ How many friends will we see die? (It's war everywhere)
-Bizzy Bone-
All we need is a little love, and someone standing for the little cubs/ And I see brutality all over niggas killin' niggas/ The ghetto got them being born to be killas/ Flooded with drugs and tryin to get us, so get up/ But don't give up, ya'll gotta sit up/ If you last before they kill us/ And the guerillas, try come kill us/ Pillage the village and we'll be winna/ I love it when niggas the way we took it to another level/ So many rebels doing the best shit forever remembered/ And in the killing fields, everybody's locked up/ And good niggas getting shot up da dadan dada/ Mind if I say something for mine/ Cause it's about time, to get serious/ A mysterious time, blind melons/ It ain't no telling, if the willing/ Will stop chillin', then help the children/ Turning them out, then burning them out/ Like morphine, waters getting shallow/ It's over and over the gallow/ A president in the drop, it's on now though/ The end of life, for now so I think it's the ozone, bad to the bone bone Mother Nature be long gone/ And don't nobody wanna do nothing but speculate/ And all they worried about their own Wrote a song for the future/ Millenium, I'm in, I'm hopeing it don't last untill we all past/ Living in the stars, looking through grass/ Aboard the enterprise, recognize this, in the course of a da - da - da - da - da - da - day/ And thats the way we sing, thats the way we play/ That's the way they... now and
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Still got bombs from the cold war, radioactive/ And the critics, they wont take action/ They want us to repo this to your satisfaction/ But while they build more, computers keep crashing/ What about felling, pestilence dammit/ How do we manage to keep standing/ Living in a legacy of bitterness/ With the epitimy of vigorous trips on the ships we were crammed in, slammed in/ Other man and them, why don't we demanding our damn money/ If we can't get forty acres and a mule, let a nigga get a range rover/ Shit you got time you, I'm still waiting on a canoe, but it will never come/ I don't even know where I come from or where I'm gonna go to/ I'm headed to the mother land, but will I be accepted by the brotha man?/ Awww me so confused, with nothing to gain and everything to lose/ Choose the righteous and the high, look in the eyes and realize the lies/ Family ties, but not even for the have nots/ Who the enemy? It ain't me/ It ain't even the police/ Unless they trippin', and use that authority and start flippin', flippin'/ Leaving dead bodies, and with them bitchin' hotties/ That poppin' the collar, my god I'm horny, ride shotty/ And tellin' the kids that ain't the way to live properly/ Get yo monopoly and get your own property/ And that's the way we sing, and that's the way we play/ And that's the way they... now and
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-Bizzy Bone-
Ooooh and the daddies and momma forgivin' so we can live with us/ And all the runaways get off the bus/ Kids, put the guns down, come down/ If the rest build a bridge with us, it gotta get better than this/ It's head of the risk, shoulda been poor, and I been rich/ Lost so many friends to the war shit, caution When I get to walkin', and it's mobbin', nigga in a crypt/ Life is a fight to the street life, tonight/ I might go meet the reaper, and I will give him a hug/ And tell him "Thug luv won and I'm so glad to meet ya"/ And that's the way we sing, and that's the way we play/ And that's the way they... now and