Lil Lay hey. (Yea, yea) Whats up playas, thugstas n hustlas? (Yea, yea) It's all real (Real deal)
-Layzie Bone-(Felecia)-Chorus-
And I want you to know (I want you to know)/ That through the rain, cloudy skys, and thunder bolts, it ain't easy (Uh, you know it ain't easy)/ Ask my folks, just ask my folks/ And I wont blame it on the rain, I can make it through the pain/ To the otherside of the game/ I wont blame it on the rain, I can make it through the pain/ To the otherside of the game
-Layzie Bone-
I lived in darkness for years, and barely can see through the smoke/ At the end of my rope, from sellin that dope and makin them dum dum's outta soap/ But I hope to be a better man, never did understand just what I have/ My attitude mad, young and bad/ Fila,Levi still sportin sag/ Walkin the streets light weight thick n plot/ Worry my momma to death/ Wanna go home, but somethin won't let me cause I know she got problems on the chest/ Its a struggle a puzzle the pieces so scattered, we find em/ And put it together, nigga quit walkin around like you blinded/ Put your mind on your money, thug don't worry about what you got/ Open your eyes and peep the plot, say your prayers achieve alot/ Nigga don't stop till you drop, somewhere in a box locked and buried/ Other then that my nigga just smile, and don't worry
-Chorus-
-Thug Queen-
Bow my head, askin the Lord for change/ Since I started sellin caine, shit ain't been the same/ Began knowledge in my bang ways/ Who can I blame? Maybe my pain, dealin wid it, by callin it a phase/ These are the last days, carry no shame, everyday thangs/ Went from sellin Cocaine, to rockin the stage/ The otherside of the game where your rich, my aim to fame/ Strange, tradin places ya dealin wit races/ Just wouldn't it be fates/ Runnin with Thug Nation/ Never replace this the Lord I'd like to thank you, for my Mo Thug Family/ Sincerely yours, Thug Queen....
-Scant-
I remember my first day out the prison, yall it was just me and my cousin, takin a ride in his car/ We just went puffin and sippin on brews, trippin off old Trues/ He asked me "What you gonna do? What you gonna do?"/ I said, "I don't know. I'm gonna take it slow, so gimme a couple of days and I will let you know."/ I had to collect my mind, knowin one day I'm gonna shine/ Until that day, I will pray and try to parlay with the struggles God done dealt me/ I know it, he'll help me through the stormy wearther, our families got to stick together and stay strong, but you gotta keep your head up high, cause it ain't no reason why you got to let it down/ Just look around, we platinum bound (Bound, bound)
-Chorus-
-Sin-
Everything I ever knew since the day I was born consisted strictly of some type of a hustle while my mama workin' nine-to-five/ On some nights, I’d be sittin' home alone, 'cause she'd be workin' doubles to survive, makin' ends meet the best way she knew how, keepin' food up on the table, teachin' me the ways of the world/ Pick your friends like you do your fruit, keep your distance from the playa hater/ Pray you never have to shoot/ I remember also on somedays there'd be nothin' in our refrigerator except for a box of baking soda and empty jar of pickle juice/ I often wonder why the Lord had to create me in a world, oh so, so cruel/ It's dog eat dog, I don't know what else to do, except for call on God/ Put my trust in you/ No more worryin
-Ken Dawg-
I remember I went to school with only about three pairs of pants, holes in my shoes/ I guess I know what they mean by cold city blues/ Ken bagged for stores, tryin' to get money the best way I know how (How?)/ Me and my brother up there 'til hustlin' was no longer allowed/ I know it's hardtimes/ I'm learnin' this early to be a man, but since then, Ken Dawg flipped a whole new masterplan/ And, damn, don't nobody understand but my family/ But look at us now, the plan was to create jams/ Ken Dawg, do or die, Mo Thug all the way to my dirt/ I know it hurt (Hurt), the way we put in work/ Can't do nothin, but ride with it til it's over/ From Novas to Range Rovers, we're still soldiers
-Flesh n Bone-
You see, a fella like me done had it through all the wicked madness, everyday I gotta fight this demon/ Sadness take over my world of gladness then they wanna ask me, "Why do we all stay bird-high fiendin?"/ Come kick it the way we roll, thats if you can handle it, baby, without trying to hate me, never, no more so fuck em/ Look at this hate/ Now stroll and get on my hustle to keep my pockets swoll, for sure/ I collect more of those, still we prefer takin bills that fold/ So hoes, me and my Trues decided to plot you for your dues/ I'm through with the battle, ran through your house and robbed the people next door, move out neighborhood/ Now, who would you blame it on? The ghetto?/ Why this old crooked system set up to mess us up, but we come up and never let em, soldiers ghetto (Ghetto)
-Chorus-
-Mo! Hart-
Stormy weather tossin' my boat to and fro, often to the point of shatterin' senses/ I don't know which way to go/ Somethin' inside persistin' me to move on/ Just maintain, hold on, but my son, just keep it strong/ Everything gon' be alright, keep you're head to the sky/ Just as long as you keep it real, and strive to reach the golden prize/ Did what I had to do to make it this far/ A lot of people got stuck, and I took enough battlescars/ Took refuge worldwide to replenish my thought/ I was not ready to accept them double edge claws, drop to my knees, and began to do nothin' but pray/ Gradually, life began to change/ I'm in this Mo Thug game/ We statin' our claim....
-Krayzie Bone-
Would you forgive me Lord if I killed that man?/ That man tried to run up and rob me blindly, leave me for dead was his intent?/ But, Lord I may be like that on the outside, inside I'm one thats searchin for peace, right as we ride deep and seek holy scriptures, believe/ Rollin, nobody knows what it is or who we approachin, just strollin, trustin in the Lord (In the lord)/ As we struggle to make it each day, baby you can believe that it keeps gettin harder with the time, with haters and evil and sometimes it's even my people, and it feel like I'm losin my mind/ Fire, you need to burn this entire evil, evil empire
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Mo! Thugs Family album Mo! Thugs Family 2: Family Reunion