The Art of War

chorus (krayzie):
I say the war shouldn't stop
Until these playa-hatin niggaz body rott (body rott)
Nigga the war shouldn't stop
Until these mothafuckin cops body rott (body rott)
(x2)

Krayzie:
We presist smoke blunts
Youll never find a thuggish bunch of niggaz like us
Dont be so quick to test us
I be laodin my bust
Im a have to talk to eazy through the ouija
So i can see if maybe he can tell me
Why ya hatin on me bitin on me
Why ya want me to show a nigga leatherface in me
Dont fuck around nigga he's a real buck em down nigga
Motherfuck rampin how bout fuckin with me now nigga
Nigga get ya chips from ya bras get high
Then ya bras get cheese from niggas and ride
Everynody wanna party even the niggaz with problem
Hey nigga we'll solve em cuz bitch we'll squash em
You dont know me fuck you when you got beef
But you also got no clothes no style and no mo teeth
See me rampin on yo tv actin
And its a fact that when you see us in person
That we wouln't flex so show you no action
Down for mine, got to show a nigga time 2 time
So i figga i slow down the rhyme
So they can understant i sing with so much anger and pain
That if i jump then ill exlpode like a fuckin grenade
Nigga, fuck calm time to ring the alarm
Break the niggaz out of prison killin all the gaurds
Power to the people givin people the power
To put it down in yo city
And fuck dem hill billies
Nigga i cant stand no motherfuckin po-po
But we gon start killin these bitches and takin no more
Yea, mothug the only click that i claim
Although we all be on tha bangin
You can say i role wit a gang
And this is seen checkers in tha making
So nigga continue with the remains

Chorus

Bizzy:
I heard, i heard, i heard....
Yeah nigga we heard of anotha murder
So when they got the tyrone
Flipin the flow now let it burn
When tha pistol they polish it off
Rollin withbone
Bitch, you know we come with
Black dat please
In the 1999 with my feet up in indonesia
Were there be no beat
Release the beat
Gotta rid tha streets
And getta my peeps
????but they cant me
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Its never a trench
Nigga betta use your arms betta use your fists
Pick up my cannon and get get yea
Were gonna fuck you up????
Were corrupt as a 40 dollar fuck
Come and get fucked up
And get out tha county niggaz get rallyed
Duck in an alley dissapear pear
In an ally
Reapear pear off in cali
If ya fell me daddy early
I was taught like a man man
And we do shiticly
With tha band
Now look at me platnum fuck da rap
We caught a bith made hation
Nation now a dayz on oc-u-pation
So why you hate me still cant fade me
Im waiting on me
Because a point of view was made with the song
Im ready to go pop pop pop pop pop

Chorus

Layzie:
How do you see me when you see me
Drinkin on hennesy and reamy
Look into my eyes my shit is dreamy
Begin to scotty beam me up
A bunch of gauge eruptions swolled your whole infantry
Yall betta expect inialation fuckin around with the sct's
Betta be soldiers organized for the love of justice
Armacy, for harmony and nigga in thugs we trust
So nigga i bust so back up off me givin em mercy
Shit is crittical, killin you individual with a ouija type ritual
I diggin a ditch for all you po-po who thought that you could come and raid
There aint no way to be safe nigga its the army briggade
So listen up and hearwhats spoken as i start this locomotion
Retaliate because we chosen all we show is pure devotion

Chorus

Wi$h:
Now when ya fuckin with me
Make sure you know what cha doin
Got niggaz dat knowin rollin wit me
Infared to yo head dont beg you dead
We fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure im free
So when you need me i can buck another day
Its a bone thing betta run run
Cuz when ya fuckin with you gonn die die
Dont be suprised bone want your presidents
Wanna run it all run all of it all of it
Fuckin done, fuckin done
Nigga this superstear
Dont pull no gun if you aint no spirit
Click clack back be the sound
These buckers and haters is wrong
Uh, we buckin em down
Trust in me, i harmony i free p's
Eternally bless my soul lord
And everybody that rides with me
Its from me to you, its from me to you(me to you)
Cuz its my point of view
Its just a point of view(point of view point of view)
Yea, and thats why i stay high
So high so high
Like la-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
So high so high

Chorus

Krayzie:
Fuck 'em, let the law end, 'cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump 'em all in.

Krayzie:
Nine millimeters, three-eighty's, you're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause i go with plenty artillery, cover your shit, it be gauges and uzis. let us begin with bullets, (can't none of they) break ou
Niggas from prison and let 'em come with us--retaliation. we come and blast 'em with leather masks on. let loose.

Wish:
Nigga, beware when your rollin' down the clair. these niggas is killas that are fearless thuggish ruggish niggas from cleveland. we steadily creepin' on ya, and you better believe that we brin
T pap-pap to your doorstep, ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with bone. let loose.

Layzie:
Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it, then he better shoot. nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue, never respect you, blowin' your chest through. labelled as a menace, but i'm still it, y
Nd i'm in it to the finish. better check my manuscript: killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler. bailin' through the land equipped with a pistol grip pump shotty, shotty. jump
F in my hottie. nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party, fin to show you this mo thug bomber, yeah.

Bizzy:
When i storm my cause up outta (?), get me, badge. war anytime i (?). come with the war, nigga gonna get yours, expect the four, nigga bring your (chrome), and don't you start and not finish. y
Th it or you against it? on the hit list, couldn't resist it, nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it. to the po-po, you-know-who don't roll in a sixty-fo' impala. go look, better search, a
T the door, runnin' 'til i (found mexico). go, nigga, bizzy bone, the story how a warrior went down. thug, little rip gets so sadistic it's story of . . .

Krayzie:
Killin' for my niggas (steady got up in the pen, depend on me, let 'em leave. well, we better flee), set 'em all free. give up? they can't. nigga, follow me, bailin' all the way to a thugsta
Reet, and when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops, you'll be lookin' at a hell of a war. muthafucka done rocked the boat. now a nigga fin to even the score, nigga took too much [took
Much] no surrender, no you're never gonna catch me, never gonna catch me, catch me. i'll keep runnin', i'll keep runnin' for my life, and duckin' bullets. why you tryin' to ruin me? 'quick it
E cop, but the quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya. we shot ya. we shot ya. hey, my niggas boxed ya.

Flesh:
My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin', (black gat, there's headlights) ahead of me, keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end, open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall i
Uit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew. oh, what i'm gonna do? take a bite of the forbidden fruit and (never seen us) shoot. it could be the 187 on you. flesh-n-bone got the ch
And it's on, for the next that get wrong. (catch my tec), and it's on, ain't about disrespect, you sleep with the rest. don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home. who's next? bring it
Hoever wanna flex, think it no thang for me get with you, all up in your shit, quick when i split up your wig, your brain gon' hang.

Krayzie:
Fuck 'em, let the law end, 'cause we simply get the raw end.
Coffins open, dump 'em all in.

Bizzy:
It's east 1999 time.
I promise that i'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. is you ready for me magic? let 'em blast, and nigga, bet i bury, then move, true to the murder m
Adly, 'cause the haters never had to have me, want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like layzie, krayzie, probably st. clair babies, so hate me, but i
Le my business, so lately i can handle my shady, kill 'em, but won't think i'm a bomb again, not even if they put me in prison and give me time, i'm ready for the killin', go get 'em, and i'm a
'em with eleven of mine and one die. is he ready to lie if i decide, lookin' at my killin' and decide to boom to go bye, i'm gonna fly [fly], whom die they lie.

Flesh:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Flesh:
Whom die they lie. [shot.]

Flesh:
Now, who wanna go snitch? talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, they hatin'. why so many fakers runnin' they mouth (.
.) and they lose, lookin' so deep in they eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin', but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin' up with gauges. still i'm sure they sure they fryin'
But i buck, sometimes i save it, for me kill 'em off later, man. so, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? then gotta switch to testin' g's. in this game i aim to keep away from every cr
Teady, we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. y'all thought that you could fuck with the cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and i wish you would, bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to show yo
Ough, when bone thugs comin' in, it's a headline. time to get on top of mountain top when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and i plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. beat the fuck
Their own line, don't make '
Em tell it to ya twice, when you crack a grip, keep it real, but you sure will pay the price (?).

Layzie:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Layzie:
Whom die they lie [shot.]

Layzie:
Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthafucka on a mission, got me plottin' for it quickly. who fried? do or die, nigga, you and i for the creep on the come up, and pay t
Niggas a visit. so is it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin' for days. hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo, i gotta get paid and blaze. so swift not to catch a case, crept up in his place whi
E nigga was gone for his safe and his stones, and it's on, 'cause the bones havin' a say, i won't forget this evenin'. nigga had theif, little layzie bone, thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid o
To his ceiling. pin me, niggas run away, they said they lookin' for me, but i'm a find a nigga, kill him, 'fore this nigga find me. y'all niggas know i'm murder-bound, see me when i'm servin'
Parlay it down, breakin' it down in the c-town, spot 'em on the avenue, follow he's passin' through, get 'em at the next red light, green light, got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead. who
They lie.

Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [shot.]

I'm that nigga with the shotty runnin' at you niggas, poppin' enemy. drop 'em. me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get me. coppers on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon as t
Lose, it's the pap pap, pardon me. take a look, and what you see--krayzie still runnin' from the police, 'cause i got a fuckin' bag of weed. i believe in sale, now, on the scene. i can do it.
An kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty. he after me, but i'm a put a bullet through your head. shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye. take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea
T your fuckin' fate and in grave lay. st. clair, wasteland, all my niggas comin', oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid? oh, you're fuckin'
Some niggas in some desperate days. crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it, never act a fool with it, broad, 'cause your lose. and me kill a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a nigg
D another nigga, "i know who
Did it." rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all. testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'll cut your balls. it's mr. sawed-off, sawed-off. whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie.

Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [shot.]

So high (x8)
I'm so high
So high (x7)
If refer really makes you happy
Nigga blaze it
Hell yeah
Hell yeah (x2)
Straight smokin, tokin
Rollin blunts
And ya lovin (x4)
We alright
We alright
Hell yeah
We feelin alright (x2)
I been fucked up since the last sweet song
P.o.d.'d the whole night long (x2)
If refer really makes you happy
Nigga blaze it
Hell yeah
Hell yeah (x4)
Straight smokin, tokin
Rollin blunts
And ya lovin (x4)
We alright
We alright
Hell yeah
We feelin alright

Verse 1: bizzy bone
I'm sending a message to warn you imposters
All hating in my business
When i see you i'm a drop you
Get slugged and get drugged
My niggas i'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when i spot you i should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But i won't stop until they get shot
When they get out the hospital
They gonna get shot, too
The fast one bringing that ak
Better walk, then we even
When i leave and flees to cleveland
Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
So goodbye. we're shutting it down
And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
Cloning our sound, we found your town
Now is you ready for the war?
Cry loud and go
Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep
And even oppose and order them hoes
Gonna flee with me?
Bitch, fuck with me then see that
My little aliens, yeah
We come to your city. can they really
Put it on down with the pistol?
Can you feel me, feel me?

Verse 2: layzie bone
They beat biters, dope-style takers
When i see you face-to-face
My nigga, i'm a treat you like a hater
You niggas ain't bone, you clone
You wrong. what the fuck?
You niggas ain't thinking
What's the consequence?
Now i'm 'bout to get
Real deadly. ready for the war
When we just start bombing shit
Trying to cop my click?
Hell no! real raw. y'all niggas thought this was a game?
Now it's time to make you feel the pain
Wanna test my everyday thang?
I aim straight for your temple
It's really that simple when i seen it splatter
Had i even killed one of you clones
Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter
Scattered. run for the border
Your career is getting shorter
Nigga, better hide 'cause i already warned ya
Mo thug records taking over
I told ya. soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means infantry
Instantly finna be world war 3
If you fucking with my family jewels. you fools!
You niggas break golden rules
Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes
Bone thugs-n-harmony
Them niggas going platinum every time
I'm ready to ride. you ready to ride?
It's do or die. then, nigga, i die
I jump in my five double-o
If you got it, better flaunt it
I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks
And cock the glock; it'll make you want it
Come get it. and while you're rapping
On your song, just remember no pretenders
Bitch, you hoes ain't bone!

Chorus: krayzie bone
I hope you realize that you ain't bone
You ain't bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't bone?
Nigga, you ain't bone
Ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay

Verse 3: bizzy bone
Straight from the corner and i'm a thug
All my diamonds
I bet you wanted to stop my shining
Didn't we warn you, nigga?
The sign. see? blinded
Run but they finding
Me in my double-big-five-o
And critical with a pistol
With pistols. feel that the verbal 'll
Serve you. heard my words
Are satanic and wishful
Then see you all get pissed off
My generals need no horse
We need ar-15s, twenty glocks
With beams, and tnt
Nigga roll with me
Burial. fuck the world!
When i deal, hope i repented
'cause if the world i resented
It just might catch me up in heaven
But i'm a work this earth til it hurts
Gotta done make the worse
All the way through trial
I'm back in the court for some dirt
Get 'em off soil. they wait for alarm
I curse that silly ass bitch said i stoled a purse
And at them bullshit awards. but they told me
I stole beneath of my shirt. and it makes me sick
Even ripsta's sistas plus family understands
Fuck with it. put it on your grammy
Even my mammy's scared to tell. and
Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. scary
Stay wary and carry on. promise to burn me
Never bury and hurry if you ain't bone

Verse 4: layzie bone
These niggas wanna erase me
'cause they can't face me
Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be
Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety
Make me reach for my pistol and pop it
Niggas gonna pay on the day that i spot him
Toss him in the trunk of the caddy
On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies
I'll be damned if i let a nigga breathe. indeed
I grieve for the war. what's next?
It's all about respect, bitch nigga
I'ma get that shit if i don't get nothing else
To the end i'm steady flipping
Fucking the world til they give bone props
Nigga, you got knocked on blocks
With rocks, beat down by the cops
And it still don't stop. glock glock
I'm grinding, steadily climbing
To the top of the charts. where you wanna be?
Off in my prime it's all about timing
As i look at my shit make history
No mystery. mistook and, nigga
That eight-time platinum real
How do you feel to the thugs appeal?
Make nigga wanna sound like bone for a record deal
Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. nigga
Go round-for-round with the best
Nigga, step up and meet your death
Fucking with kray, little lay, biz, wish, and flesh
Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on
Nigga, realize, or you die. you bitch ass niggas ain't bone

Chorus 2x

[2pac]
Nigga we doin this shit from cleveland to la
Nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug luv nigga what time is it yo
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch made niggas

[bizzy-overlapping pac]
Pac pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac pac run wit us pac and rip with thug luv

[2pac]
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at bone thugs-n-harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

[bizzy]
Well i must be close to the armageddon lord you know
That i won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought
And am i stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and i want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and i'll blow when i get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and i
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on
All y'all fall bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves i'm alone nigga believe
That i can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland

[2pac]
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
Put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
Thug luv nigga we can do this like punks
And punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted america's most wanted live on tv life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till i came home
Thug luv playas tell these bitch ass niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got thug luv for my nationwide posse feel me

[layzie]
Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt
Fuckin round with the band bone thugs n harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything i do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya
So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the art of war
Putting niggas on the floor
When i'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
Trying to put a twist in this thugsta
Era paired up with a nigga like pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky
But i'm still in the hood smoke and fry
So i beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

[krayzie]
Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga
Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for
They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey
Man she said i ran this way said i ran that way
You hoes'll never know because i got away yeah
A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
So get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

[wish]
Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit bone better leave it alone mo thug i'm cracking fuckin domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level nigga
Get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
Cause we out ridin looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the infrared put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

[bizzy]
Pac pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac pac run wit us pac and rip with thug luv

Bizzy:
Yeah, this for all you non-believers, especially out in the c-o. man, fuck y'all niggas.
Yeah, i'm (tatted) so when i die, you can see what's deep in my eye [my eye].
Maje$ty:
7 sign . . .
Bizzy:
I put who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
Look who got you, too, who shot you, who got you, pop you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
Nigga, this mo thug and we can get fucked-up even if i'm under surveillance, i watch out, wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7, what am i yellin'? murderer. nigga, once you come mus
Like crazy if you [muthafucka, don't play me] play me. nigga, not today. i see you but you can't see me. i know with all of government and, yes, this will get crazy and blow [bomb, bomb, bomb
B].

Maje$ty:
Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn, blastin' out your stereos or your headphones. the roots exploited clones; therefore, it's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap surv
Kit. artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections, it's magnified to new levels of elevation.

Bizzy:
Seven sign, seven, seven sign, seven, seventh sign, c-o.
Yeah, now y'all know, yeah.
Yeah, i'm (tatted) so when i die, you can see what's deep in my eye [my eyes, my eyes].
Now, look who got you, then, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].
Look who got you, too, who shot you, who pop you, glock you and stop you [stop you, stop you].

Bizzy:
The rip here to run in the street, and flippin' on police, yeah they know me, i'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears, and at least i had my homie and a nigga, k, homie. all bitches
K into it as you want the real killa? well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it. and you knew it, too, when, when you looked in my eyes, i'm ready to die. and i hope my mama r
Loves me, 'cause daddy's bye-bye. inner pride with the ripsta, let 'em hit ya with the scripture, picture me loc'd out and smoked out with a half of fifth of (?).

Maje$ty:
Three sixty-five out of all the round trees, they'll be japanese, maje$ty's corruptin' record companies. nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze and crack once the atmosphere brings the t
Ature back, slacks only in dress pants, have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? i have. hollywood niggas make me laugh. sell a dream to 'em. cash, no royality, grab they royal
And dash. my overhead projects how ends meet to get fouled or ejected, lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole, pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview at we
, dave thomas made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently if i'm fittin' to grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes, don't lend, niggas lent (?) while i scrap chang
Phillies, why grill me? got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with chili, explore on four wheels or foot, i bring it to that ass over the hook so when you slip, gossip. i ride up on it. i had
Aintain my mental frame, and
Now i'm boneless, word sound 'til i'm foamin'. cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin'. disownin' heads like romans fight rubber trojans. more than civil suits make my longevity boost, articl
D promotions make me more potent. deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind, redefine lines entertwined with all mankind. would that rain outshine divine maje$ty shame, the boogie dow
Nx is where the heart still remain.

Bizzy:
I'm a let a nigga know, you know what i'm sayin', just right off the bat. i gives a fuck about no nigga. don't be no (corvie)-ass nigga. i'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip, off the ri
Baby.
[i must be losin' my mind . . .] i must be.

Where's the mob? find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job. is you ready for jail? yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob. we can spar, but you gon' drop [drop], i'm a bomb, read
War, will i p-pop pop, better look out for miles, been doomed since the womb. will he put me in my tomb? i've been thuggin' so assume when i enter your room, boom. stomped through compton a
Ties y'all ain't never heard of, and listen, i bet there's thousand people screamin' out "murder, murderin' ya." hypnotized, took off my shirt, i got a (?). i'm tatted so when i die
An see what's deep my eyes. trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry, i shedded my last tear when i found out love was a lie. so i try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental. so piss off my
Il, and i blast, dash in a rental. one nigga got (?) and off he in a trap with sawed-off they took a chance and lost, let's spray ak and make gangsta gone, don't finish the wars when they ain't
, i love you thugs, but all them skelet
Ons got so close and they got so (?) if it ain't (?), this family that don't give a fuck who you are. it ain't nothin' like some trouble. how close? how far [how far, how far]?

(krayzie) (chorus)
Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family
My family, this is my family this is my family my family
(layzie)
Lord help me 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 baby boy, oh boy
Me and yo' baby brother we keeps the rhythm
You'll always be our lil' nigga, and i know yo' mama miss ya
Picture the day when i get my callin' but until then
I guess i'm stuck [oh fuck]
The (team) knew i meant so much when i get to heaven they're
Boy what's up? we can ride and roll, i know
Without this po-po trailin', bailin'
Although in heaven betcha that's a promise
Comin' with tha niggaz can't test this
Creep if heat is all ya
Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat
And the sack of weed straight out of control
Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters
And tha po-po as well
Figure (?) everybody need (?) and we livin' in hell
Nigga really can't tell, so why?
Prepare for the worst and hope for the best
And the rest as written, some wanna treat my
Like i'm forbidden, but i'm just lookin' for the shit that's hittin
Could i be? come a little bit closer
Why you cautious when you approaches?
Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers mo' thug
Breakaz fittin' ta take shit over
Under my halo pray mo' say mo' thug wit love
To tha depth that tha game goes
Die all you hoes, foes, and you propose.

(w/ ken dawg) nigga better roll than get rolled over
We shuttin' shit down, and you
Know a nigga love to get buck wild
Pow come fuck wit me now [now, now]

(krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..

(bizzy)
Thug ( ? ) my hood is drug prison and (?)
Is my mission, we heatin' shit why vision?
Be crooked (?) beginnin' of my endin' (?)
Why is my mind spinnin? (?)i'll say hey, fuck it
My family ain't livin' for nothin' but strugglin
Was one of the reasons i'm thuggin
Instead of (straight) hustlin' (?) somebody tell me somethin
What is there? nothin? if i give you, what'll you (?) me
You'll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)
Cause i love you so, but unlike my friend you're just my foe
Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone
But no, nigga don't lose your (soul)
But it(?) trust in mine, alright then we can roll.[roll, roll]

(krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..

(wish)
Cause you're, too young,mama, and daddy, when ya
Lay down and (have some eggs?) and i remember y'all breakin' up
Doin'it layin' down. what went wrong?
Was it me? but i ain't mad at'cha
Cause outta all that shit i got two sista's and a brother
And i learned to harmony
On the streets, on tha clair, that's where
I'm from y'all, on the streets of tha clair
That's where i met bone thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man
Gotta get out tha house cause i can't stand mommy's man
He talks with his hand
Come come creep on tha streets with me
That's where i learned how to sell drugs
It's where i learned how to (pull/pump) slugs
It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine
So i creep and i (grind) (?) give it up but get down
And i know that shit was wrong but
Don't blame me, blame tha thugsta in me
Cause that's where that shit comes from [comes from]
Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin' but survivors, (?)
We survivors,that's why we be..

(krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..

Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy
Don't fuck around (?) in tha grave and yo
Brains'll be hangin' damaged by (?)
Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin', playa
(hatin') it's getting contagious, why do these niggaz
Think they can break us
Wanna grab my pump y'all niggaz better try to grab
What's left of yo' chest niggaz be talkin' and then
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin' you niggaz fame?

( [flesh] so we let them wreck us (?) )
Tha 44 magnum tag'em (stacked) like them
Niggaz or (?) like the people that (?)

krayzie:
This record starts, you should be clappin' your hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.this record starts, you should be
Clappin' your hands. clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.this record
Starts, you should be clappin' your hands. clappin', clappin' your hands, your
Hands.this record starts, you should be clappin' your hands. clappin', clappin'
Your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play. can you
Handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play. can you
Handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

Bizzy:
You comin' to get rip? equip my sawed-off, polish it all done, 'til it
Replenished, soon as i'm finished my pistol be jealous especially when me just
Happen to punish you. buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? you crept and
You came, ain't shit changed, daily weapons: grenades and an ak-47, bang.
Niggas insane, you came and you went. now, bet on the real, it's all the way to
The bank, and you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon,you can
Conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with
Jesus. he done creepin' deep, but i love to sneak 'til raise up on my enemy.
Let's get pumps when i teach and heat ya, and mo' murder years of oppression.
This murder mess i'm finished, diminished you so-called critics and fuck them
Billboards and the billboard status, me kick it. you fucked-up for awhilefor
Today, but that was a trial. man, and idon't know how, style through with them
Crowds, and now i got to kick it, get on the groundwanting my people to gather
Around, remember th
E sound of the rounds, came from my town, and onlya bitch would bite, now we
Can't allow, then they won't claim my style, ready tobeat you down, hittin'
Them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now i'm rollin' with
Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, fuck the flames, aim for the
Pressure point, a point where i break your head in.

Krayzie:
I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? i really can't see that
People be peelin' me, yo, but some nigga just told me, he put in your record,
And you disrespectin' off the t-o-p. should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go
Seek 'em and found. pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild [wild]?
"what an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get
It, now. we see that you fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your
Ass around. whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of
The club, ready slang slugs. nigga done got too drunk,if i got it, we claim mo.
Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that youcould get rid
Of us. buck you to hell, and we're stickin' you,doin' it, thinkin' you scared
When the st. clair niggas bust. aw, fuck! left his guts in my trunk. nigga
Tried a 211, fucked around, got 187. niggas with heat, who could it be? nobody
But them t-h-u-g's with artillery, we come in peace. nigga, please, freeze, put
'em on
They knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these are the warriors, killas,
Destroyin' ya. you're gonna die.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

Layzie:
Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. let this be the reason: niggas from
Cleveland fin to even steven, stoppin' you bitches from breathin'. time is up.
You know you can't cap that thug who raps, steady put down, pay me, criminal
Mind stateof a lyricist. wanna test nuts? we can hit ya. my niggas are down
With murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim, i'm ready to win it, my
Nigga, now bet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but
Artilleryshop, we stackin', bone got heat for armageddon. ready for the war all
Day, won't action, playa hation steady, we spray, hit 'em with the buck, buck,
Bang. my nigga, the shit don't stop. the government's all on my dick, wanna see
Lil lay bone drop. you see the policemen they give me no break, fin to rest in
Peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. no thanks. i got mo' money up
Outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks, refuse the peace, and
Nevertheless, you can roll with bone, so come on, so come on.

Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'cause i got mo
Thugs, bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. if you ride with bone, you
Ain't alone, nigga trust us. (?) be down on wicked streets i grew up on. wanna
Sound like us, and none of you do. we come for you. kiss mommy bye-bye. you
Gon' die, and i got heat for every heat you bring. you shoot, we shoot. better
Watch out, watch out for them thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. i told
You: it's comin'--armageddon [armageddon]. if we get our shit together. bitches
Ain't nothin', we none. make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know
We gettin' our shit together. better get your shit together, 'cause when ya
Go,ya go, ya go.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

Krayzie:
Yeah, got my niggas from st. clair up in this muthafucka, nigga. p.o.d.'d, my nigga, sin, fin to put this shit down like this, nigga.
[we off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto . . .]
What if we slowed it down? then, nigga, you would hear me. i know niggas would fuck around and say we tried to steal your style. come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest, thuggi
Ggish bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us. my niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload. so, when them funky, funky jump me, gon' be ready to roll [ready to roll]. it's part
Static, see, we just out to get paid, but, oh no, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake. it kinda pissed me off that (?) figured they could get skills, but when kept on disrespe
, make 'em think we shit's real, nigga. i'm from the land where every nigga's plan is schemin' for the money, man, so we packin', and they don't understand them niggas rappin' but still they ac
Like criminals. (?) reciprocal, they don't know it, even though. oh, no, no, can't let you go. when i pop pop pop [pop, pop], that funk'll gon' blow you away. playa hation strikes a nerve ev
Y.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed.

Warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.]
Wasteland warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.]
War corruptin' my mind.

Souljah boy:
You know it is, what it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me when i be droppin', and these mo thug roll the sword from the front and back, don't stop, but the double glock they don't look out for th
...?...) where your troops is down to get loose, bitch, sue these stupid muthafuckas, don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus, 'cause the niggas be down for the count, and the first ni
Tep up, get shut down. you shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style that's how we still gon' do it in the c-town, arrest me on the rebound. it's the p to the o to the d from the t to the h to the
The g. you hoes ain't got mo' killas than me, so muthafuck what you speakin', brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in white sheet, while your bullethole still be bleedin', but here's
Reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank. why you lame, be actin' strange? boom to bangs, nigga insanes, out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure, knowin' damn well, i'm a muthafuckin'
A. nigga, bow down, and i'm
Outta your picture. just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller, we done muthafuck you and you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater, streetsweeper get your ass deceased


Warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.]
Wasteland warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.]
War corruptin' my mind.

Bizzy:
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and i hits that quick, nigga, what you saw was half the war (when a we beat your hoes) somebody's issuin' out my car, beat 'em and get long gone with a pistol in m
Through me, runnin' through my pores, star, and they call war, ready for the cause, clones get the gun, end up gettin' them pinned, so (...?...) gotta break, your face be on that table, ready f
Re, y'all clone him, and what if i got my peeps to flip in and vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up, and your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck, i'm still runnin' from feds, ho
All across rip's face, but i won't get caught in love. uh-uh, when i makes you want it, yes, some are (?), i 'm thinkin' 'bout bloody, sip of the drink and roll, but i had gun before you knows,
T roll, and i gotta go and face it, so picture me nearly dearly gettin' judged, roll.

Layzie:
Aw, shit! nowhere to run; here come judgement day. let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh. i'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your set, feelin' it might save me, b
Gotta be goin' through this life, i snatch your life just like it's a day, which type'll it be? come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 benz, you know i got ends to spend, top ten (?), count
Dends, and i'm rollin' still real. attitude like, ''nigga, what?'' and me mo thug souljah boy like all of 'em niggas mo thug employ in my city, destroy y'all, how wicked is this? it may be, n
Just gotta keep real, baby, lately. little lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe and outta the way. and you know i get greater later, so i continue grindin'. it's all about pe
Timin', feel me, it's about perfect timin', hear me. what's on my muthafuckin' mind in this: these playa haters got me pissed, bitch. but let me get my gauge. leatherface, go get your mask
Gon' blast and roll on these
Muthafuckin' niggas, everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'--the #l assassin.

Warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.]
Wasteland warriors ride.
[bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, baby.]
War corruptin' my mind.

Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.

Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.

Layzie:
My nigga now, maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum.
You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop. pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. to
Sin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and i won't hesitate to kill ya
I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and i'm needin' my love, nigga what? bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course,
Hat nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the newport. your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. my mama never raised no p
Or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough. i know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst o
Twist, i be down to ride, ye
Ah.

Bizzy:
So i'm ready for more.
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.

Bizzy:
I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, i'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy
Me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, i'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn'
E that i'm ready for more. is that all you got? heard the mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said i smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch c
' little eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal. hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must
Seen. then, gonna catch your ass next weekend.

Bizzy:
So, i'm ready for more.
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death.
Layzie:
We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals.
Bizzy:
No more.

Maje$ty:
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks,
Kin' in. mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. i watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch
N i spot 'em i'm a drop 'em.

Layzie:
Surrounded by violence, my nigga, i'm bound to just live a lifetime. the shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause i'm amongst the walkin' dead. all i really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonn
Ed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time. let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded. niggas been
Ded, lookin' for a style like bone, but can't see me, and just like mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on t.v. eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the
E. here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when i'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure.

Bizzy:
When the ghetto need me, i'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little ripsta kickin' get critical, and i'm seldom seen in the hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, jesus, blessed me to
Ethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil. muthafucka, i'll take it to the people, then i will meet you at the funeral. get 'em up. bizzy mafioso. no witness i
Usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, i'll serve you hoes. when they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, i'm a get your soul.

Krayzie:
You thinkin' i'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me. yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me. but i'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a,
Kin' them thangs, so you gets none. static's automatic fun, want some? come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum. see what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried,
They die. no one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire. fuck they family, try to creep, but you think i'm asleep, 'cause i'm pumpin' beats. nigga, better believe we ke
Ch heat up under my seat, yeah. shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, i bet that you bent it. we sent it. we'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it
U thought you was flippin', you got ko'd. ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there. the undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay st
Lastin', locked in the state
Penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up.

Layzie:
It's all about mo trues humbly united gathering souls. babi boi, my angel, daddy'll meet you at the crossroads [crossroads].
Bizzy:
Babi boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

[everybody] everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta, these things guidin' your struggles. all it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war on t
Fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors (...?...) these are the days of our lives [lives]. do or die, (that died to boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our society. try at of ev
Ttempt to quiet me, i got a nation that's down to ride with me. here's the deal, can i get a witness? it's deeper than survival. who am i? my brother's keeper? yeah, i be clutchin' on my bi
Willing to die. the wicked is near me, dearly departed, but nobody hears me. is we all gon' fall in misery? it's so serious, it bring tears to me. ears to the street, like a drum to the beat
Epin' up my block. i'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me, so i stay strapped. (don't pose for the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the same ol' bullshit questions, knowin' i'm
Ug with bud for days, keepin'
A pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my bones, splittin' domes.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, don't make me hurt ya. come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murd
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, make a move and i'll have to hurt ya. come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about t
Loody murder.

Bizzy:
Baby boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

Still to this day, it's a struggle, addicted to trouble, we never goin' change. mom made us thugs, see. soldiers, i think we must be to o.g. (?) loves thee. mama plead my family tree never he
A mother come up, seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse and ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal. if i struggle, thank god. i'm a count my ble
, trouble but never no stressin', just called it a lesson, 'cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell. see a nigga walkin' the streets, and they label us foolish children, '
I always knew this, while the rest of my days i be livin' in ruthless. fuck what you're thinkin', law, my judge is up heaven. look at my stomach and see the "7," even scales is how
Ailin', rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tells, critic can kiss my ass. i might go to thinkin' about my past, get mad, i reach in my stash and blast. fuck all y'all that treated
Ga like we wasn't shit, and soon as we
Hit, now what do we get? these fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick, but you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it. you can't believe it. it ain
At season. get to steppin', hater.
Only mo thug allowed, say it loud, mo thug and i'm proud. mo thug and i'm proud.
Loud! proud! loud! proud!

Bizzy:
Baby boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for the night stormers. no light's in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya, caught ya slippin' up out of your game, play
Asteland soldier, see what we facin', chasin' po-po on the hood like jason, casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly. fin to be world war 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the
And we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet. see, i'll be damned if we surrender, agenda's still no pretender, put it all down, make 'em all remember: deep in hell i
Re i'll send ya. welcome to the land of more indo. we smoke. we choke. you know we blaze. break out any cup with the pipe, what's up? parlay, come around my way. lay keep it real. keep i
L. peace be still, time after time, can't forget that money, man, that money, man. mo' money be on mind, bottom line.

Bizzy:
Baby boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

Krayzie:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday. ain't nothin' changed.
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang.
Mo thugs is all you claim, stay thug up in this game and remain the same.
So follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin', buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come on, a come on, a come on.
Everybody get up, get down.
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green. gotta have another bill, y'all. dog, i need all my change. soon as come up, i'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit. that's
We choose this thugsta music. use it smoothly; don't abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely. gotta get, gotta get, get money [mo' money]. thuggin' forever we keepin' it real, and i'm ready to show an
N let niggas know with mo thug that the shit, it be real, but them murder, we told ya. rollin', blowin' indo, we go, niggas that real, we are trues, yeah, ready to bust on anything. shoot 'em
Hoot 'em up. nobody move, won't nobody get hurt.
Break it down.
Killa, me killa, killa . . .

Layzie:
I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas i'll see in a coffin, before it's my time. i'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime. everyday it's the same, and i gotta mine to the grind.
Ental be stressed on my pistol, my only untensil for cheddar. it's on the level--war. whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure. would ya like to come parlay with lay all throu
Hood? sit back, everything gon' be all good. niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain. it's all the same. it's all the same. smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no pa
O gain. you straight up hangin', and that's shame how long we'll reign. bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang, ain't nothin' to do to get outta this game [outta this game]. run the game wit
Sistency, instantly and guard them greens of the earth with resistance. baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do? tell me, what do you wanna do? you can ride and smoke with me, or i can ride
Moke with you. it's all cool
. it's all cool. it's all cool. act a fool. act a fool. it's all cool. it's all cool.

Bizzy:
Really wanna get me pissed, then get to flippin', when i'm on a mission, me and animal'll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast, oh so, don't you know that i know you're whole m.o., a
Ay you go, and i got (...?...), smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble (...?...) and even scuffle, and i heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch, and bust you, hear my
Onwide "fuck you, fuck you." i got people that you trust, who needs some greens, and really don't love you. never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to kill ya, it's an everyday
And i bang your brains, nigga.

Krayzie:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday. ain't nothin' changed.

Wish:
It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang, thang.
It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang, it's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang.
Calm me down. it ain't gon' change. we won't change. bone thugs-n-harmony, we keeps it realer. tell me, can you feel us, feel us, feel us? tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas?
N though we still roll the clair, playa haters better beware, 'cause we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time. anytime you got yours, you got yours, i got mine, i got mi
Fuck with mine, fuck with mine. east 99 is the street, keep it on the low when they creep, or bone got heat, bone got heat, hurt them who tried to hurt me. b-0-n-e, 'cause i'm rollin with ya,
E i'm rollin' with ya, 'cause i'm rollin' with ya. it's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang. it's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang


Krayzie:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday. ain't nothin' changed.

if i could teach the world


Intro:
Why do i stay high (x9)

Chorus:
If i could teach the world (whole wide world)
To be a thug-n-harmony (harmony)
Then i would teach the world(whole wide world)
To be a thugsta just like me (like me)
(x2)

Krayzie:
How many mo days on this old earth can you see
Its acrime to me
So we should get ready for armegeddon
Cause i know gods should be ready to roll
Through all of the wicked shit mr. police man
And duck if you want to pump ya fist in tha air
And pray for the politicians freely
Get aman, the last dayez of the last day

Bizzy:
Thats why i get high
Thats why i get high
Im holdin' onto my soul
But nobody knows when it all unfolds
Then when i know i go
Remeber the dayez cause all i got
I got on my own with bone
Bone bone thuggin runnin through yo door
Hoes speakin of the last day its on with the plastic trial
What do yo know but i cant go wrong
When i ????
I turn it on
Cause you know that thuggish ruggish bone bone bone
Crossroads what rules the world we almost lost those
Who meant so much why wasnt i chose
But it will not stop bone
Those shots won't drop bone
Noooooooooo
If i could teach the world to be a thug like me
They'd probly be thuggin in heavn eternally

Layzie:
Every day the world goes round and round
I see its a small world after all
Cause i can go met n agree with my fans
Smoke a little weed and have a little laugh at chall
But evry now n then i get caught up in a playa hation
Lord whats wrong with this nation, ersae em
But if i could teach the world to be a thug just like me
You could live your lifestyle worry free
In the arms of the lord eternally
No mystery, but check the essence of his story
The warrior wasteland warrior
So true, divine,its mine,east 1999
Its where ya find all of my kind, all the time

Chorus

Krayzie:
We stand when united, but fall if divided
My thugs is the tightest, cuz god is our guide
And they only define us as killaz and fightes
Cuz the critics n writers
Backstab when they typin up our story
The wannabe warrior thats for shore
And as thugs were more n more

Wi$h:
I got, we got
Too much shit to give, got shit to give
Exspensive but still and still its all for the little kids
Come on ohhhh
Follow me , way to go, we know the way to go
Follow me follow me bone
And thats why i stay high
Cause i got shit to deal with
The government and these playa-hataz
Out to kill wi$h wanna hurt this
But uhuh i got two mo thug niggaz
You just cant fuck with
Artillery you can come with
Nigga betta let it rest shit
To the little boys and girls all over the world
The shit that we say is from the srteets
Not for you to go and do
Uh or to repeat, plaese if we can no more murder
I must say if we can no more murder

Chorus

Outro:
Why do i stay high (x10)