1.Intro
Layzie Bone-(Bizzy Bone)-Intro-
We are forever young. (We are forever young.) What's friends？
(What's friends？) Real friends is Str8 Ridaz. (Str8 ridaz) This
is real life. (This is real life.) 'Cause I'm a hip hop baby.
('Cause I'm a hip hop baby.) No it ain't no rules (Ain't no
rules) and I will blow you away. All the way to the dime, (All
the way to the dime and we tell ya'll all the time) and that's
where we from. It's Kelly Robinson and Freddy Tiffany. Dick
ridaz, ya'll can't be like me. (And that's for dick ridaz. You
can't be like me; Forever Young.)
2.Double U
Intro-Bizzy (Layzie)-
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Krayzie Bone. Wish Bone. Flesh-N-Bone. You
know what it is. I'll see yo' ass in the fall, baby.
La-la-la-la-la-la (East 19-East-19 East 1999)
Bizzy Bone
And when everybody come up, we gotta get 'em with the rhythm
right before we creep up／ I'm comin' in the back door, pack your
closer／ Hold up, let my call my soldiers／ Soda mixed with vodka,
pop your hotties and tell them nada, pop your callin' card／ Baby
Michael, my ghetto star／ Watch your third eye, and I... high on
cyanide／ Christ, look at the price, look at my life／ Now where's
my alibi, I, Lil' Ripsta, I'm Leathaface comin' to kill 'em and
die, die, die／ As soon as we pump y'all, straight at you're
throats／ Get ready for mine, crime／ Lay, hey, hey, tell em' what
we say like everyday／ Okay, Lay crossroads, hit em' with the
crossbow, hey／ Tell em' hey, watch your comrad, bomb back, back／
Buck! Buck! Tell 'em we pass and I'm on attack, yeah／ (？)
-Chorus-Layzie-
If you were another you, I know you'd want to clone me homie／ I
double you, you tried doin' me on the radio, but... but that
ain't you／ Couldn't take five steps in my shoes, you fools／
Ain't payed no dues, dues, ain't payed no dues
Layzie Bone
(East 19-East 19-East 1999) L-Burna, man. With Lil' Bizzy The
Kid. Bone Brothers For Life. You already know this, Bone
Thugs-N-Harmony. Kray. Wish. Flesh. What's up nigga？ Lock down
love for you too. Yeah.
Y'all niggas know me, I'm the one to get it crackin' stackin'
money through the roof, gettin' ends／ Conversatin' on my
bluetooth, nigga, blowin' smoke out the roof in the 550 Benz,
better get it in／ Y'all heard, the bigger the come up the harder
they fall／ We do it like men, through dogs in the yard, and
click 'revolve'／ 38 ways to approach a new come up, nigga play
shyste, I buck when you done up／ Ain't about luck, you f＊＊ked
when I gun up／ That's how it is, thats how I was brung up／ Y'all
niggas take notes and watch, come and see the boss, nigga see
the boss／ Nigga better put in work and get dirty and see the
boss, nigga, be the boss／ Wipe me down, nigga, brush me off／ I'm
a get it, how I'm livin', these niggas is talkin'／ Gotta get it,
Gotta have it, I ain't takin' no loss／ f＊＊k around and have a
nigga outlined in chalk／ Rappin' is for who ever step on the
coat／ I'm a aim for the jugular and go for the throat with the
deadiest pen, it's murder he wrote／ Ain't no competition (？)
-Chorus-Layzie-
If you were another you, I know you'd want to clone me homie／ I
double you, you tried doin' me on the radio, but... but that
ain't you／ Couldn't take five steps in my shoes, you fools／
Ain't payed no dues, dues, ain't payed no dues (East 19-East 19-
East 1999)
Layzie Bone
Been labeled a menace so I'm a put it in Guinness／ Nigga, better
check my manuscript／ Killer fo' realer, drug dealer, nigga／ Kick
it and bail through The Land with my click／ Better check what
the wind blew in／ Ya'll better move, I'm finna get started／
L-Burna from the Land of The Heartless strapped with a nine,
don't make me spark it／ Ya'll probably done heard the news, if
not, then you need to check it／ Bone Thugs-N-Harmony broke away
from Useless Records／ We with Nemo now, that's my peoples now／
Nigga, we wildin' out, show you how to put it down
-Chorus-Layzie-
If you were another you, I know you'd want to clone me homie／ I
double you, you tried doin' me on the radio, but... but that
ain't you／ Couldn't take five steps in my shoes, you fools／
Ain't payed no dues, dues, ain't payed no dues (East 19-East 19-
East 1999) Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Available on the Bone Brothers album Bone Brothers 3 (2008)
Did you know!？ Layzie Bone uses his 'Been labeled a menace'
verse for the hundredth time.
3.Cash Money
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag with my durag who
that true that
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag for my durag who that
true that
Bizzy Bone：
step in the party already and we gon get high
bacardi and mix it with mango
couple of bottles and go to the tables
just me and them diamonds we shinning like angels
look at the women with curves and angles
hey im a rango tango
we never change we doing that same old same old
shooting the regular they know they know
couple of bros couple of bros
trouble it back to the usual
latter they pass the weed whatever you need bleed
and everything beautiful boo-doo do you true you to you who you
you know he that boo-doo
and now im out looking for mu-shoo
oo what you looking at boo-boo my nigga foo-foo
get her to talk and chat quick as a cat that shit bad as that
the level located right out of the bat
cause after the club you know where im at
little they do what he do
you know he the mac of the clique true though
you ready to go im ready to roll i be in the car with this pump
when you ready to roll
chorus
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag with my durag who
that true that
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag for my durag who that
true that
Lazzy Bone：
let me get this cracking whats hapening
yeah im all about my paper stacking
im a floss on the scene but i feel like flashing
check the record i went way past platinum
i acting patient im smashing taking
anything i want cause i got to faking
ima keep it shaking these moves im making everything to prove no
time is wasting
these weights is hating but it aint nothing new
niggas that slow when the gun slap through yeah
too deep in that bently coup
pull up to the curb like what it do
im a fool with a swag got my tool in my bag
nigga so clean i dont need to brag
pretty girls on me tryna leave with half
but they fu＊k with your boy cause they see the cash
ima buy the bar ima hit the floor staying at the club cause im
blazin dro
ima do it real big til im faded yo
im the man round here im amazing ho
you know this lazy flow got me mad respect
if a nigga disrespect ima have his neck
litle niggas in the past that i had to check
they found out i was playing with a half a deck yep
chorus
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag with my durag who
that true that
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag for my durag who that
true that
Biggie Smalls
welcome to my centre
honeys feel it deep in they placenta
cold as the pole in the winter
ricochet of the vertabre dead splat where your heart be at
now starts the cardiac arest wheres your vest
you forgot now you slowly drop cause your heart stop beating
your bitch ass crew is retreating
niggas left ya fu＊ked up passed out with ya ass out
pockets ran through stripped with ya brains bashed out
niggas wanna do me slugs just run through me
light trees to branches cliffs to avalanches its the prayin
mantis
deep like the mother faracon
a mother fu＊kin rap phenomenon
i make it hot
chorus
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag with my durag who
that true that
cash money in a bag bustin the sac and dag for my durag who that
true that
4.Fall Pray To Anything
If you don't stand up for somethin nigga you will fall pray for
anythang
Anythang anythang anythang (hey, hey, hey young world)
Look nigga I'm a product of society, and the Lord blessed me
with plenty game
Plenty game, plenty game, plenty game (hey, hey, hey young
world)
You've got to crawl before you walk, if you do dirt then don't
get caught
Real niggaz can't be bought, common sense just can't be taught
If you don't stand up for somethin nigga you will fall pray for
anythang
Anythang anythang anythang (hey, hey, hey young world)
When I wanna get away from my everyday life
I just put down my bottles and pick up the mic
I'm a soldier with stripes and I do what I like
I go straight to the real and don't deal with the hype
Too much drama already, while I stay ready
I'm down for my business, ain't gotta get ready
My lyrics is deadly, time heated heavy
My brains is my weapon that's settin us free
When it come from the heart dawg
No wonder Lil' Lay outsmart y'all
With a core by my side I'll be forced to ride
Lyrically dearly depart y'all
Been rappin since the early '80s
Have the soul of my bone, I'm a '70s baby
If it wasn't for the music I'd probably go crazy
Prayed to the Lord, look what He gave me
Streets is shady, music raised me
In the hood while I planted my seeds at
I'm that, paper chaser believe that
Like a rat I'm a be where the cheese at, need that
Freeze that, nigga bring the beat back jack!
I'm a fiend for the mic, as well as the green leaves
Burn up the trees, burn up the stage
I said it was written, stick on the mission, milk cartons, I beg
your pardon baby
I'm a street walker, stalker, in the night still stalkin
Harken to the angels and my motherfuckin boys
Your choice, my choice, Rolls Royce, no noise
Run up and they wanna ride, just like I told ya
Burn my face with a torch, I'm scorched but never sold ya out
The force'll be with you baby like a lantern
Say I'm nuts like Planters, God defend you
And I'm up, we the coldest in this battlefield, soldiers at
minimum
Here we go, here we go, yes we sendin 'em
Mendin 'em the hospital nigga sleep sleep
I say they weep when we weep, kick Layzie in the cheek
Lil' Lay, you know we don't cheapen the sound
We down, they down, and if you up, these motherfuckers can't
clown
We gon' stand for somethin and we won't fall for anything
Try Lil' Layzie and Bizzy, kiss this pinky ring!
Gotta keep my pistols locked and loaded, and I'm classic like a
throwback
Livin legends in yo' presense, y'all motherfuckers y'all know
that
I be down for mines on anythang, your boy Lil' Lay got plenty
change
That adjust the game, make plenty changes {that mighta hit 'em
in ranges}
You niggaz is strangers I hit from a angle
Like Biggie Smalls I'm armed and dangerous
Pushin is dead, really them gangstas, don't even say thank ya
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em
Check how we buck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em, buck 'em
(yeah)
Check how we buck 'em, buck 'em
I can't remember bein outcasted in December
Loc'd out, posted at crack spots, wicked big spenders
I know that they wish for me to perish
Cause I dropped out of high school with a chase on them jewels
with no credits
Flippin burgers, I just can't see it
I'm a face mo' green with a triple beam in one night, no secret
5.Rollercoaster
Chorus：
We go up, we go down
We go round, we go round
Come and take a look at our life
We go up, we go down
We go round, we go round
Come and take a look at our life
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Of life
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Ride the rollercoaster (HEY)
Of life
Through all the ups and downs, town to town, city to city, holy
ground
Though I have milky way, silking it like Doug and Dave
Westside feel me, when we play, what's the dealeo？
Silly to try Bizzy, he's a pistol packing, is he？ no
Better believe it, leave it, heat it, be it, it's nothing but a
thug thing
Buck Buck, what the f＊＊k？ baby boy's blessing me
Reeping the while, bless to the pile, shine in your glory
No faces, no stories, they saints, and we'll go or we
There'll be heavy mortems, maximum Lay and B, they'll be
smashing em
Ghetto fashions, unfassen your eyes, sing on the acranum
Casting them demons out of us, crowding to see what's found in
us
Rationalize the movement, keep grooving and moving sounding us
Rounding us, unprofounding us, mounding us, still pitches
Pitchers, quicker, swifter, bounty hunters are witches
Through the ups and downs, round for round, now I live with
Christ
Yes, this is the second God and praise God for life
Chorus
Now where do we come from, hollow point mixed with dum dum
Ride on the level with the rhythm I'm rocking, shh, nobody can
stop it when we deeply come
Now better get your money mayne, better get your dollar dollars
Gotta get down for my thang, cause that rain will litterally
leave you swallowed
Pound for pound, round for round, outta my mind now
Huh, I don't know the time, the lord is with you, you can shine
now
Grind now, climb now, trigger got me pow pow
Lil' Lay it's going down, you should bust your rhyme now
Chorus
Look at us, breaking up to make up, when it occurs, it all
seemed tragic
Maybe it's a blessing in disguise cause man them boys are back
at it
It's like magic, christ with passion, tribulations is fasting
Now the whole world thugging and bugging, to the music that's
clashing
Through the static, sometimes speratic, some days when I'm
lacking
I fall down but I get up and I can still get it cracking
Give me action, some satisfaction, a couple moments of laughing
You know the ones that get me through this precious life that
I'm passing
Chorus
We suffer and struggle through many of things, I'm counting my
blessings, fulfilling my dreams
I treasure my life and the love that it brings, I give it all up
to my heavenly king
Know what I mean？ riding and rolling, my hands in the air, when
I'm moving, I'm coasting
I'm leaving a legacy, where they toasting, ten toes on the
Earth, I'm posted
And I come from America, mass hysteria, niggas be caught in the
scandal
It's the land of the free, but baby believe me, they're quick to
make an example
Mike Vick got his contract cancelled, T.I. tried to buy
protection
But where was the push on Bush, I think the president stole the
whole election
Then they took our children to war, they over there fighting for
oil
America's so damn spoiled, gotta make sure my tempers don't boil
Damn right, I'm a ride for the war, until they even the score
Ya'll better just open the door cause we coming to kick it in,
wanting some more
Chorus
6.Lockdown Love
-Intro-Bizzy-
Yeah. (That lock down love) This is to young Timothy, faithful
servant of Jesus Christ. What up, my nigga？ (That lock down
love. This for ya... this for ya...) This is for Stanley Howse,
faithful servant of Jesus Christ. Yeah. And this for everybody
that sittin' down there on lock down love. Faithful servants of
Jesus Christ. I'm with you, nigga.
Bizzy Bone
For all of my homies, prison tears, locked up for many years／
With 23 hours locked down and one hour to clear／ Never no fear
livin' in dreams and you can't wait until you hear your named
called to leave and go home, but don't miss your peers／ Everyone
tellin' you 'Don't come back' and write as often as you can like
Flesh-N-Bone, Samuel man, man one Daniel／ The plan wasn't a
problem, the actions, it made it solvable／ My salvation in
martyrdom／ With Jesus call it inaudible／ Dear Father, you know
that I love you, tell me how was we born; In a matrix, in a maze
or a haze or a storm？ The terminology was probable, Babylon, you
too hostile／ Hades, it was so crazy and my thoughts stick to the
hospital／ Some will wait for the rest of their days, forever in
chains／ Paul, who wrote Corinthians, shall never be shamed, and
never be blamed, and never be tamed／ My heart is so full of love
for all of my people that's on lock down love／ This' for the
judge...
-Chorus-Layzie (w／Felecia)-
I'm sendin' out that lockdown love／ Soldiers on lockdown, all my
soldiers on lockdown／ We want them out now／ I'm sendin' out that
lockdown love／ Soldiers on lockdown, all my soldiers on
lockdown／ We want them out now
Layzie Bone
I know it's consequences, but how did you get this sentence？
When you up against the system and they rulin' our repentance／
Instead, they caused the distance that got us hopin' wishin'
that we could one day hold our loved ones again-gain／ Never hold
your head down, keep it up／ That's right, keep it up (Keep it
up) Because your nigga's gonna keep them books tight, that's
right, til you get freed up-freed up／ I been looking at the
world from a whole nother angle-angle, since you've been gone／
Seen how penetentary's a big business. And how the president
doing us wrong, wrong／ Worry not, 'cause we're going to plan,
plot and strategize／ And one day change the world, reverse, the
curse and make sure you 'right／ Our Heavenly Father is our daily
guidance and he's gonna show us the way／ Don't worry, be happy／
Our Heavenly Father; He's gonna show us the way
-Chorus-Layzie (w／Felecia)-
Layzie Bone
Timing is everything, time is so precious, precious, precious／
Worldly wicked lessons, but you still livin' so we can't get to
count our blessings／ Hold on, do what you've got to do to come
home／ It already been too long, nigga, when you touch down; It's
on／ Stay strong, back with Bone, tell them niggas in there we're
real out here／ Hold it down for these babies／ Representing; We
still out here／ We're in the field out here tryin' to get my
hands on a mill out here／ It's our year to shine／ It's our year
to shine, shine, shine／ Whatever you need, I got you, bleed／
Relax and chill, it's on me／ It was off for a minute but it's
better right now, back the way its suppose to be／ Can't wait for
the day you close to me, how it use to be, my brother／ Them
Howse boys in building, still cooler than a motherfucker
Felecia
We ain't forgot about you, we out here holding it down／ Making
sure everything's straight when you get out (I'm sending out
that lockdown love...) I know you feel alone; It's a seperation／
But keep your head to the sky and patient／ I'm seeing a little
bit, just hopin' my smiles contagious／ I know you feel the love,
and when you flip them pages／ It won't be long now, we come to
this town／ Everything's going to be all right, we are soldiers
for life
-Chorus-Layzie (w／Felecia)-
Layzie Bone
Some soldiers in here doing life, life, life, life／ That type of
sentence just ain't right, right, right, right／ Won't ever see a
day or light, light, light, light／ But homie, you can let your
mind be free／ Ride with me, vibe with me, visualize and slide
with me／ Just close your eyes, let me do the drivin', I can see／
Take you on a ride where all the ballers kick it at, all the
baddest bitches comin', they ain't afraid to give you that／
That's right, that's right backstage at my show／ Nigga you
startin' to get the picture？ You better keep them eyes closed／
It's a stout 5'4' brown sugar tryin' to holler／ Better take her
in the dressing room, get you some polishin', get some
-Chorus-Layzie (w／Felecia)-
Felecia (Layzie)
To all my sisters locked up, feel me, I'm sending you my love／
To all my brothers who locked up, feel me, I'm sending you my
love／ For those who made a mistake, I'm sending you my love／ For
those on death row, I'm sending you my love／ For those who
innocent, who innocent, I'm sending you, you, you my love (I'm
sendin' out that lock down love)
7.Streetlife
Je ne suis pas la pour faire l'apologie du crime
Ni debiter des rimes debiles je donne a la rue ses hymnes
Je rends au hip-hop ses lettres de noblesse
Et quand mes mots blessent tant mieux
Je dedie ca a ceux que la vie oppresse
Aux anciens, a la jeunesse, a ceux qui affrontent traitrise et
detresse
A ceux qui decouvrent ce monde, ceux qui la connaissent
Ici manque plus que les armes en vente libre comme aux USA
Pour que nos histoire se finissent toutes
Dans de gigantesques bains de sang
D'ou ce son de rue, ce son brut, d'ou cette couleur
J'invente rien, j'enfante mon rap de chien dans la douleur
J'laisse parler le coeur, toute ma rancoeur
Et je prends mon envol, tout mon ampleur
Quand les blocs et halls reprennent ca en choeur
L'heure est stricte, grave du coup,
Je suis pas toujours d'humeur a rire sur ce mic
Cet univers de ciment eprouve
Au point qu'il en laisse meme des stigmates
D'ou cette zique, d'ou le style de Sat, d'ou le style de Matt
Refrain
On fait du son de rue
On fait du son de rue
Pour tout ceux qui sont dans les halls en bas,
champs de bataille, combattants hehe
Encercles de beton comme moi, champs de bataille
La vie de rue c'est de la merde, la meilleure filiere
Pour finir entre des planches de bois
Ou derriere des barreaux en fer
Si tout y tourne a l'envers y'a que le nuit qu'on y voit plus
clair
ou rouge quand les gardiens de la paix nous y veulent la guerre
Y'a aussi de l'amour mais je ne risquerai pas a dire que c'est
tendre
Parfois ca ressemble a l'enfer a s'y meprendre
Dans la rue c'est vite fait de monter vite fait de descendre
C'est vite fait de se faire un nom
De se faire donner, de se faire descendre
Faut pas sortir de Saint-Cyr pour sentir le malaise
Ces rue recueillent ceux qui chez eux se sentent a l'etroit ou
mal a l'aise
T'en trouves aux 4 coins, du nord au sud, de l'ouest a l'est
ouvertes 24／24, 7／7
Merde parler de ces rues-la est a la mode
J'fais pas ca pour satisfaire les bourges en manque de sesations
fortes
C'est la seule vie que je connaisse dixit Randy Crawford
La seule qui m'interesse, merde comment veux-tu que j'en demorde
Refrain
ca pue le souffre ici, a chaque coin de rue,
Le bitume se colle a nos shoes comme une queue a un cul
La vie de rue tu sais c'est vite vu on a vite fait le tour de
ses regles
et des sales habitudes, ca pue le souffre, cette vie la on
l'aime
On a trop saigne depuis que j'suis tombe dedans
A croire que c'est de l'amour et quand je la quitte
Cette pute me manque comme au premier jour
Refrain (x2)
8.The Struggle
Yeah there's a struggle in the life
Sometimes... people around the world can't understand this
struggle
But if you were born in a country
You know everything I'm talkin about
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Hey!)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Hey!)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Hey!)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Hey!)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Hey!)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Hey!)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Hey!)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
I've been locked outdoors (doors)
Out in the cold (cold)
In the streets, ready get them beats, with no place to go (go)
Rappin' like a dog (dog) tryna get on (get on)
Charge a nigga, next to nothin' for 16 Bars!
Ya'll! Don't hear me though
Ya'll! Don't feel me though
Ya'll! Don't understand the intensity of my roll
There's a struggle (struggle) to surive (struggle out here
man... tell 'em P)
There's a struggle (struggle) in your life (your life)
(Real life)
See a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O. Where the haters slung dope,
in the snow foe sho'
In the city, where I'm from, niggas go for broke. It's Cleveland
nigga! What'chu ain't know
I'm in the concrete jungle. We can do it, or we can rumble. Take
it to the hood and make your whole clique crumble
All I ever see is heavy smoke in the air. Got me bustin' off
shots like I just don't care
In the hood, like a motherfucker, always has The Struggle man.
Always been a winner though I never knock the hustle game
Some of them niggas, they ain't never change. Bounce back with a
hit, like a nigga made a rubber man
Bad motherfucker dawg, you don't really want it. Tell a nigga he
can get it, if I gotta get up on it
If I got it, I'm a form it, make a nigga want it. Smack a hater
in the face, when I'm stakin' them hundreds.
All about the dollar bill, you don't want a hollow kill. Been
broke and I know how that feels
Still real in the field, tryna get another mill'. Life is love,
and nigga that's foreal
I've been locked outdoors (doors)
Out in the cold (cold)
In the streets, ready get them beats, with no place to go (go)
Rappin' like a dog (dog) tryna get on (get on)
Charge a nigga, next to nothin' for 16 Bars!
Ya'll! Don't hear me though
Ya'll! Don't feel me though
Ya'll! Don't understand the intensity of my roll
There's a struggle (struggle) to surive
There's a struggle (struggle) in your life (your life)
I'm a hit 'em with a hustle, I ain't him
On the block in the winter with whip, tims on, lights on, let's
go
No, no gotta give 'em what they came for, still need dough to
fo'
Bet'cha hood ain't quite like mine, step up and you will lay
down
Let's see yours, I'm coming for mine, so pay now, or lay down
Hit 'em with a hurricane, I'm serious man, glock cocked, you
don't wanna play no games, insane, everybody, everyday
In the midst of all the shit, better be good. If you spit some
shit, nigga better be hood
I'm a wreck this thug shit, speak this thug shit, live this thug
shit fuck them other niggas!
Now let me tell you about a hustler stayin' above the water
I'm not even making my quarter, but they know I'm hotter than
Florida
Niggas know I'm a sew it up like a suicide bomb, I blow 'em up
cause they just some soldiers
Nigga I done payed my dues, you don't really wanna walk in my
shoes
You ain't tryna get caught up in my blues, despite the news
Cause every different day it's a circle, but nigga anxious to
bubble, we gotta huddle they don't hear me though
They don't know about our hard times, nigga 'til they saw mine
then I bet they be like 'Oh wow! You alive？ '
Talk about a nigga homeless, man I put the less in the home, and
in the coldest winters
But I don't wanna live a life like this, ah, cause pretty soon I
rather gotta up pipe nigga
If I don't come up on me some bread, cause I gotta lota demons
runnin' through in my head, yeah
And I really bet I'm thinkin' never knowin that I'm going, and
I'm runnin' through the snow, because I'm hunting for a
motherfucker
What'chu know about hardtimes？
And ready for the world's war, and stuck up in the mind
Out of the dark, and we talking to the Lord
No adultery callin' me, spoilin' me, swores
Swallow the pain game, then I could have never won
We rep it with the sights, see, hide me, why me？
Many want to fight me, beside me, then bite me, like me, love
me, they shove me righteously
Only could be me, only could be me
Tired of me, vibe with me, slide with me, violently
Up from the sun, and we come. If we don't, we get it, bring the
wings, blow it up no love for me, no drugs on me
Christ won with me, I keep the son with me
Everything pimpin', enemies keep singing： green, 3-50, AK,
shotgun, double-barrels, I say rock son
9.Double Glocc Glocc
Ha ha (get off of me!)
Yeah, worldwide, worldwide
(Get this shit off me! Layzie and Bizzy Bone)
Lil' Layzie, get these motherfuckers off me nigga!
(Hit that shit, buck buck buck!)
Yeah, c'mon young
I say we pistol packin, whistlin mackin, sittin with my
ooh-wop-wop
That double Glock-Glock, artillery shop
Yo here we go, and low creepin out the do', blow
Rolled out of my system, emotions they comin to and fro
Slow flow, speed it up, when they run up we come bustin back
Black boots, silently righteous, better get your mouth smacked
Beef like Outback, count the Roman symbol baby
Crack drink, fuck that, you know I'm a nomad
Out of the thumb with the thought of a thimble, Jesus we all
The luxuries of God in the midst of when he façades
These broads on the good dance, stunt then, front then
Bumpin this music, interview, you see me comin
Duckin the consequences, drama fences, got my pension
Workin, for the grand prize riders, tension extension extension
Roll with the Enterprise, energize, see the eyes
Quiet on the set, take flight, Mecca you blessed, right？
Until the sun come shinin, brighten up the light
Let's get wreckless, recollect, then I'll bet
We'll be cleaner then a three-piece, baby I need a queen but I'm
a slave
Answer to Lil' B.B. brain, 3-D on the main vein
I'm livin the story, of a young O.G., O.G.
Had to grow up quick in these streets
Some of y'all thought y'all was slicker than me
Chill as can be, I got on my mission
I stacked up my bread, y'all niggaz just listen
I'm a show you how a real G roll, keep your mind from trippin
Used to be blinded slippin, takin rippings, somehow I done made
the distance
Even right now I feel resilience, always comin with somethin
brilliant
Passed the millions, I'm after billions, after that I'll be
chasin trillions
Wheelin and dealin, ohh what a feelin
Buildin thangs to raise the youth, carryin thangs that'll raise
the roof
Cut you every which way but loose, disappear nigga, poof!
See the truth is, since Ruthless, niggaz been on some new shit
Y'all wonderin how we do this, still leavin y'all niggaz
clueless
You foolish, now recognize a young lil' nigga with a
'Enterprise'
I don't sympathize, don't be surprised when I crack you between
yo' eyes
Size don't mean shit, 'less you talkin about my genitals
Men know, women know, there you go so here we go!
Carry the guns like Little Capo-Confuscious deep in a duffle bag
Sleepin on the side of the building of Gambini's broad's pad
Du-rag, Southfield, potato on the barrel
The ghetto silence is surrounded with violence, clip the apparel
(shhhhh)
Rhythm and ghetto Danny and Darryl, strikin up the lightning
Just to heighten the awareness when I'm a titan with Mike Tyson
Like Eminem go thrice and, cold killa you ice 'em (yo)
Tec-9's, 380's baby, Lil' Layzie gon' keep it gravy
Mossberg to the 12-guage pump, I dump dump, shady baby
Bust shots out the droptop of the Bentley or Mercedes (hey)
Niggaz smile and they wave at me, at the same time try to play
me
So it's two vans with eight niggaz, sixteen hands and sixteen
triggers
Like FedEx, we will deliver, don't want war, be cool lil' nigga
I figure y'all plottin, y'all want what I got
I'm pistol packin, whistlin actin with my ooh-wop-wop (wop-wop)
10.This Is A Warning
(You can't do that... ha ha) 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready.
1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm
ready. (Yeah...) I say 1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. 1, 2,
get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out, I'm
finna clock out
1, 2, get ready. Yeah, I'm ready. The say rock him, rock out,
I'm finna clock out
Watch out for my glock though I'm in the war, chillin' with no
rocks Cock sucker, motherf＊＊ker, see the snakes and he drop
(Sss...) The shear magnitude, mad at you, sad for you and your's
when I come screamin' up out the corner, never tell 'em about
the car
I walk alone, soft rrrope, fist, blaze the torch
Jump on the porch, hot lava, that's just kitchen cajun scorch
Take on the army in my wretchedness, catch it (Let's go) Get to
rappin'
I got kids in this, with the four winds for the backin'
And the troops are lackin', troopin'
Who was the man with the mini-mac
In the back pack and buck at the westcoast, fire spit out of the
'Lac
Yeah, I like that, one true, they' gon' have to kill us
They can suck the devils nuts, if thay wanna
I take the cuts cause I'm the realest in this motherf＊＊ker,
hands right now
You want the best？ Do with the seed and his glory, I'll be
around
Clown, if you wanna, huh, laugh all day
I'm serious, next dimension on the galaxy, hey!
This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog？) This is a
warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)
Lil' L-Burna, I keep my thang cocked
Pop shots to The Glock
Time is still tickin' but this ain't the same watch got props
locked from hip hop
Lock, stocks in big whop, ya'll know a nigga ain't flip flop
You hustle to make your moves, I hustle to get to the tip top
Lock and load it, and I'm classic like a throw back
Livin' legends in your pressense, ya'll motherf＊＊kers, ya'll
know that
Take a picture like a (？)
Gotta stay G'd up from the feet up
I'm the trigger man for God's gun
Please believe in Jesus, he can free us from this crazy world
When you wanna see the beauty look at Layzie's girl, she just so
beautiful
And I love my kids dog, all about my biz ya'll
Even if I fall, I can get up again and ball
All life long I'm a get up, get out and get it
On all my songs, I'm a make these niggas feel it
What I'm building is these pyramids, ya'll better be takin' me
serious
Some of ya'll ain't hearin' this, my heart is near and dear to
this
This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog？) This is a
warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)
They called my Granny Mable, feed her scraps from under the
table
Said it was good and healthy and now it's makin' us disabled
Organized genocide like cancer and HIV, made it your center for
disease control
Now it's takin' toll
First they put it in Africa, and then San Fransisco
The infamous death quota, they hate exposure
They just keep you blind from high class crimes, to the sinister
minister dressed in white with an anti Christ mind
Now this' your warning time
That's already been rich, I got the upper hand on you niggas;
Already been there and done it
Take over your dark spots with guns to your stomachs, pillowcase
over your face; Make niggas run it
Pop your partner in the leg, let you know we ain't frontin'
Found the money in they shoes in they closets, all hundreds
Get back to the dungeon where nobody's watchin'
Instead of me breakin' bread (I'm a make my acomplise)
This is a warning... (How long can you see me, dog？) This is a
warning... (It's realer than on TV, dog)
11.Thug In Yo Life
35 million records sold, times that by five niggaz
365 days of the year nigga
I'm a tell all you bitches y'all need to put some MOTHERFUCKIN
(Can you buy that？) Thug in your life
Put some thug in yo' life, right？ Eyein the kite, slide
Fight over the mic and we take a ride deep to the third site
Bryon you right right, Krayzie you tight tight
Layzie I love you with my life, and Wish and Flesh in flight
Thug in yo' life, right？ Eyein the kite, slide
Fight over the mic and we take a ride deep to the third site
Bryon you right right, Krayzie you tight tight
Layzie I love you with my life, and Wish and Flesh in flight
Give me the crossbow, hatchet, I catch it, your twenty I match
it
Hit 'em like Sac-Town, King's style (brr) Bronski tragic
Magic, I tell 'em my gun spit swords, I split the Ouiji board
What about that oracle, chloroform, puckers I'm sure
Straw hat, bald head, Delilah, I can't call it
Crawlin, walkin in this flesh and yes I'm ballin
Talkin, Ramen Noodle, we in nigga, y'all in？
How many angels？ Let's call Jesus, many men fall in
Maulin gangsta gangsta, yes my life's in danger
Never a stranger, Christ, sermon in this motherfuckin manger
Chuck Norris, Texas Ranger, weapon tucked, in my Wranglers
Coochie cuttin in stranger, existence praise you Creator
Like Venus razors, better re-operate it, playa playa
Layzie, yeah you know we gon' get arrested all day
We gon' do this one for Jesus, rock steady baby
Rock steady baby, we rock steady baby
We gon' do this one for Jesus, we rock steady baby
Thug style baby, we rock steady baby
We gon' do this one for Jesus, we rock steady
I'm the real soldier boy; I don't dance, I just boogie
I'm thugged out like a motherfucker in the cut where the crooks
be
Nigga take a look see, how me and B.B. move the crowd
They say them Bone Brothers is over with, I think they thought
they'd take the style
Have a nigga 'Wild 'n Out', but I ain't Nick Cannon
I pull the cannon up outta my sleeve, you gon' die, goddamn it
Access granted; granted to the coldest show in town
Nigga don't panic, on this planet, we the coldest niggaz around
You heard the sound, been puttin it down, nigga you really wanna
test this rep？
One step, you gon' need help, this shit get bad for yo' health
I'm like a step bomb baby, armored up in teflon baby
Fuckin with your boy Lil' Layzie, you gon' respect mine baby
It ain't no question just hate me, these streets and music done
raised me
I'm livin large, shit is gravy, it's 'Fuck you, just pay me'
That's how it was in the '80s, how we got through the '90s
Now I'm a new millenium Thugsta, all about perfect timin (c'mon)
nigga
You niggaz in trouble when I make a call, it ain't goin down if
I ain't involved
Thug style, whylin out, gettin it in, and 'Canibal'
Problem solved, I found my dog, the rest of y'all niggaz can
lick on my balls
I'm steam rollin you niggaz, that's all, mean muggin you niggaz
so raw
Been mashin the teeth, passin the test, never surpress the love
Because all of us of Allah, grandfather, up above
In the end of days, in the end of plagues, when the new phase is
perfection
All recollections of the child can be saved with a blessin
Father God
Money and power will end in an hour, rappin is me, you niggaz is
cowards
Figure you're tough then give me a holla, that thang called
respect, I got a lot of
I'm 'bout a dollar, poppin my collar, you motherfuckers ain't
witness it yet？
Here it is like a blast to your chest, World Wide Web,
Cleanin my feet while I'm walkin with my boombox blastin
Any inclination with no illusions, use yo' gift for conclusions
And I'm a erase any intrusion stores the sense of emotions
My everything rubber past passion East Coast and Mimosas toastin
12.If You Wanna Get Paid
(Little words in poetry) Yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Keep your eyes on your prize young man
Real niggaz do real thangs at all times (real niggaz do real
thangs)
1-2-3-4 count it out nigga (buck buck!)
Seventh letter of the alphabet, I think that classify me very
well
I'm a G graduatin to O.G. nigga, my soldier stories no fairy
tales
They call me Geraldo when I'm reportin up on these streets
First I 'Witness' it like Jehovah, then I call it just how I see
it
Give me the power, give me respect, give me my money and give me
my space
I keep it business and never get personal, niggaz be smilin all
up in my face
Wastin my motherfuckin time commentin on another niggaz dimes
While my rhymes be full of lines about these fake-ass niggaz
that's lyin
'I'm Tryin' and tryin to cope with it, ask the homie Akon
Niggaz is 'Locked Up' and 'Konvicted', makin it hard for Lay' to
stay calm
And I drop like napalm, me, my body be blazin
Half man and I'm half amazin, nigga a nation is what we raisin
Better thank God and praise Him, we livin in Revelations
Get it while you can, keep elevatin while these talkin niggaz is
just hesitatin
I do it the best I can, and I don't play no games
Dawg I love my music, and I don't do it for fame
If you wanna get paaaaaid
(Damn! They thought this was about, bein famous)
You gotta bust yo' ass
(Damn! They thought this was about, bein famous)
Brrrrah! Nothin is comin for free...
Nothin is comin for free, you gotta work to get what you need
I hustle my words in poetry, Jesus, mission complete
Can I explain to you with simplicity my reason in chance？
Just to dance with a child that I was born with simply
Soon as the mockeries be done and we'll take the punishment
trance
Remember that, Jesus Jesus, we servants and we are lambs
The champions of France and Italy, Timothy faithful
So is Michael the archangel, plus Kane, and plus Abel
Out in the streets with a burner, L-Diamond, Clark Gabel
Casablanca, Lil' Layzie in a Maybach or a Sable
To save your look for souls and spirits just to receive
No worries, no pain - no outfits mayne
We Bone Brothers, forever young, just trust and believe
My E.I.'s just a friend, much more for me to retrieve
Baby boy is well, no hell, know I should leave
Mobbin in the hood, biatch, vote for me! (BUCK BUCK BUCK BUCK!)
No question mayne, in the guessin game
Motherfuckers feelin less than pain
I'm feelin extra mayne cause I'm the next to bang
I'm about a dollar nigga fuck the fame (woo!)
I'm a ride with the rich and I'm a share with the poor
I ain't the one that's really robbin the hood
Ronald Reagan was the one that put drugs to war
America really put dope in the hood
I sit in the corner on the brink of this water, shells and
mortar
Never bring mortal through the portal with my submission and
torture
Glory, listen to the Creator, ask for permission to work her
Slap the knees, at the eagle is present, present my order
When it get drastic nigga I'm smashin mashin
Bullets run straight lines so I'm ziggin-zaggin
Protected by the Father, no need for braggin
While these haters still laugh they gon' breathe the dragon
I don't need no wagon, got my own damn band
We thuggin, we blended with harmony
Y'all playin with a real-ass man
Ain't nann nigga hard as me, c'mon
I said we don't fly in different bodies but we bless those, know
'em
I said especially with the homeless and the song is cleanin the
potions
Singin emotion, keep it flowin, Lil' Lay' keep goin
They not really knowin but we know when even granny given
closure
13.Momma
Intro-Bizzy-
Yeah. (Kick back.) Dedicated to the women of the world. Yeah...
Out there strugglin' tryin' to make ends meet. Yeah... C'mon,
c'mon.
Bizzy Bone
Soon, you'll be on your own with skills in the game／ Takes a
strong-ass lady to survive nowadays／ Seen mothers with no money
to cover the next meal／ Strong sister in the winter, cold nights
like steel／ Feel the shit without the wind, seems lonely again／
No friends, no man, so you can speak with (？)／ Now you talkin'
to yourself, let The Lord provide／ This time, that time, every
time we ride／ So you slide to the store with change because you
don't have any more／ You feelin' embarrassed usin' quarters
cause you poor／ Good samaritans are born tryin' to hustle the
world／ Can't take the babies with you so they all wind up in
homes／ Go on, cold rappers make a way for mom, but right before
you have a chance to enjoy it, here come the drama／ Passed as
the record went platinum／ This is dedicated to the women in the
world; Keep at 'em, yeah
-Chorus-(Layzie)-
I see your struggles momma so I wrote this song for you... I see
your struggles momma so I wrote this song for you... (Hey mom,
hey mom, hey mom)
Layzie Bone
You battled tight against your alcoholism, you and your three
against the system／ Never-the-less you stayed persistent, showed
us love, gave us wisdom／ Time in prison saved your life／
Remember them terrible nights？ Payed the price to raise us
right, right？ right？ Critical fight to run the streets, shit got
deep with nothing to eat, tryin' to get up on our feet／ It was
hard without a father figure, growin' up in the hood was all
good; At least we had our momma with us／ I look at pictures of
the past and I smile／ You a real brick house wilin' out／ Hey ma!
You did a good job after all／ All the struggles we've been
through made us have to ball／ You instilled it in me to be a
real G／ You my O-G (Hey ma) You set me free
-Chorus-
I see your struggles momma so I wrote this song for you... I see
your struggles momma so I wrote this song for you...
Bizzy Bone
Stack your paper, do your thang／ Bang bang, you gotta maintain／
Swingin' lightweights for nobody, probably, but light remains／
Whether you're dancing in the club or servin' drinks in the pub／
You could be married to the mob, huh, never could I judge／ Just
keep your mind right, depend on The Lord, that's all you have／
Pay attention to the signs, the guidelines of the last／ Heaven
shall be renewed, don't be true to rule／ If you not written in
the book of the lamb, then you're screwed／ Life is so preciously
tooken, candles are cookin' keep lookin' for a reason, you
passion shouldn't be movin'／ Watch you lookin' at what you're
doin'／ Remember to pray like every day／ Lil' Lay and B love you,
Jesus Christ, the only way (Hey)
Layzie Bone
You are so beautiful to me／ You're so strong and independent,
girl, that's what I see／ Baby girl, you the backbone to the
world／ It been that long since you heard？ You deserve to be
treated like a queen
-Chorus-
I see your struggles momma so I wrote this song for you... I see
your struggles momma so I wrote this song for you...
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