Bone Brothers,Krayzie Bone,Treach, Real Life (Edited)

Real Life (Edited)

Bone Brothers (aka Layzie Bone and Bizzy Bone) featuring Krayzie Bone, Treach

-Layzie Bone-(Bizzy Bone)-{Treach}-Intro- Bone Thug Nature, Naughty By Harmony. {Forgive them father, they know not what they do.} Yea, Treach in the (Cenz.) house. (It's time to hit them with the real (Cenz.)){Like (Cenz.), Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone}

-Bizzy Bone-(Layzie Bone)-Chorus- We've been wheelin and dealin all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see em in mine/ This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy {Hard time hustlin}/ (We've been wheelin and dealin all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light in Little Bizzy's eyes, hope he can see em in mine/ Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy){Hard time hustlin}

-Layzie Bone- Well baby woke up this mornin with my eyes wide/ Feelin' the pressure of livin' today, now, why should I try? I'm tired of feelin' this pain/ Game gon' recognize game/ And any (Cenz.) that really ain't feelin' me is the epitomy of what I be doing; These (Cenz.) is slippery/ If it's the history, let it repeat itself/ Treat yourself, don't cheat yourself to a life, live long/ Watch your health and better yourself and take care of yourself/ Tell 'em to suck on these nuts/ Money don't grow on trees, what? Killers will stop and squeeze butts, funny how (Cenz.) don't ease up/ Strapped with the heat, let out on the streets/ I got to go get it; Whatever we need/ My wife and my seeds dependin' on me; I'm tryin' to be the best I can be/ Talk about life, I won't get it twice/ Makin' this money for me and my wife/ (Cenz.) wantin' to shuttin' it down/ What about the kids, the kids, the kids? That's straight/ Watch out, my (Cenz.), we dominate/ Take it to where you can't concentrate/ Releasin' it through and we bomb on hate/ Real life comin' at you/ Real life (Cenz.) can happen/ Real life talkin' to ya/ Now, holler at me

-Treach- Twenty...of bottles of beer on the wall.../ Now, after one of the, one of the dollars, the dollars, happen to, happen to fall it be a click pow click pow hanna now, bit bat to all of ya'll/ I got my chrome, protect my dome, plus my mask and my mic/ I got my own version called the Ghetto Passion of Christ/ (Cenz.) feel theyself too much, can't smell the (Cenz.), they urine/ I want to save all the children, but I'm pissed like urine/ Wether it's telegraphic, telespy, tell a lie/ Tell the Feds, the revolution this time will be televised/ I keep it funky, (Cenz.) hustler with a mustly hustler/ That's why my O.G.'s, we be hangin' out like rusty mufflers/ Dun-da-da dollar/ Down to grindin', not a 9 to 5'er/ I love you Boo, don't want no more, that Baby Momma' drama/ Haters call me, I hate it all/ Who try me? Yeah! Whether you faulty or braided parts some hustlers can never fade it, c'mon

-Bizzy Bone-(Layzie Bone)-Chorus- We've been wheelin and dealin all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light through Little Layzie's eyes, hope he can see em in mine/ This money gon' make me crazy, this money gon' make me crazy {Hard time hustlin}/ (We've been wheelin and dealin all our lives/ Money gon' make me crazy, Jesus Christ/ I see the light in Trigger Treach's eyes, hope he can see em in mine/ Money gon' make me crazy, money gon' make me crazy){Hard time hustlin}

-Krayzie Bone- This life I'm livin got me illin, sinnin like everyday/ I'm spendin my time preventin' my mind from flippin' and goin' insane/ Whenever we comin' up on these last days, rollin' in the fast lane is only contributin' to my bad ways/ This ain't even my life 'cause I was supposed to be livin' forever right here in the flesh/ And (?) 'cause I know God gon' make it better/ We runnin' around chasin' this paper like that's gon' save us/ We so caught up in tryin' to get famous, it's a shame, but, can you blame us? Cause takin' in all of these hard times, keep me blinded our mind/ We don't want to be like God, but, shoot for the stars in the sky/ (Cenz.) been tellin' me to get rich/ I'm afriad they gon' lose they glasses / So the question is; Do you want to stay alive or try be wealthy for now

-Bizzy Bone- What are you talkin' about? (Cenz.) in the streets walking around (Cenz.) out/ Dead in the winter in another abandoned house/ They don't know nothin' about random house, seein' my pitiful hands out/ Baby girl was ran down/ Harmony army stand down/ Sound off, Bone takin' a fifth of these wheels and round off/ Ante up, brother man, quicker than you can annouce it/ Uh, back to the real world where the murderin' happens/ It's touchin' everybody; Including the news and the reverend/ Wantin' to battle but wasn't nobody blastin'/ Everybody would only be spittin' out metaphors, put it on Jesse Jackson, and you can just ask him/ The rappin' is real and you can't turn me down like that I'm still your child/ I'm 'Pac too, I got as much 'Pac in me as you got in you/ Give 'em the game; Break it down/ Ya'll better read The Bible, dog/ Ya'll better know who wrote The Scriptures/ Ya'll better protect your soul/ Now, the Bone is finally focused; Pay attention to real talkin'/ 7 Sign, Mo! Thug, Thug Line still shinin' on 'em

Recorded for the Bone Brothers album Bone Brothers