The Messenger (Skit) lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[Restaurant Environment In The Background]

[Krayzie:] Aw Shit. Excuse me man, excuse me.

[Waiter:] Uh, yes sir?

[The Messenger:] Could you tell me where the payphone at in here, or somethin'?

[Waiter:] Certainly. Back there by the wine racks.

[The Messenger:] All right, thanks a

lot. Thank you, thank you.

[Waiter:] Oh, you're welcome sir.

[The Messenger:] Shit, it's a classy-ass, muthafuckin' restaraunt. Know this muthafucka got the money, punk-muthafucka. Shit.

[Pick's up phone. Dialtone. Puts in

money and dials. It rings at the other end.] [Contact answers phone]

[Contact:] Hello?

[The Messenger:] Yeah, hello!

[Contact:] What's happenin'?

[Messenger:] Yeah, I'm in the muthafuckin' spot now, man.

[Contact:] He there?

[The Messenger:] I don't see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. He got reservations.

[Contact:] All right, handle your business.

[The Messenger:] I think I see his broad comin' in right now.

[Contact:] Right on, Time.

[The Messenger:] So, don't worry about shit. I'm a handle this nigga, man. This nigga in a classy-ass, muthafuckin' restaurant. I know this nigga got the muthafuckin' money. Don't worry about shit, I'm a have it. All right?

[Contact:] No mercy nigga.

[The Messenger:] All right.

[Hangs up phone]

[Broad:] Excuse me

[Waiter:] Uh, yes ma'am?

[Broad:] I have a reservation. It's for Jones.

[Waiter:] For Jones? Let me see here for a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called, he said he is running late, but I am to seat you now.

[Broad:] Okay, thank you.

[Waiter:] Follow me this way. Here you go ma'am. Um, would you like to start with something to drink while

you wait?

[Broad:] Do you have a Chardonnay?

[Waiter:] Most certainly, coming right up. Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now. Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening?

[Mr Jones:] Hey, what's up? What's up? What's up?

[Broad:] Hi Baby.

[Mr Jones:] Hey, baby. Damn!

[Broad:] Baby, what took you so long? I been just waitin' and waitin'. This is a nice place.

[Mr Jones:] Yeah, its cool. It's cool. Did you order yet?

[Broad:] No, baby. I was waitin' on you. . . . Baby?

[Mr Jones:] What? What's happenin'?

[Broad:] That guy's been staring at me since I've sat down.

[Mr Jones:] What dude?

[Broad:] You know him?

[Mr Jones:] What dude?

[Broad:] That guy over there

[Mr Jones:] Over where? Aw Shit!

[Broad:] Baby, whats wrong?

[Mr Jones:] Damn, don't worry about it! Jus' Damn! Just', just be cool, just be cool.

[Broad:] Baby, he's walkin' over here now!

Mr Jones:OH, Shit!!

[Broad:] Baby, he's, baby he's goin' in his jacket.

The Messenger:Message for Mr. Jones, Muthafucka!

[Broad:] OH, SHIT!!

[Amist a massive array of gunfire and commotion:]

[Mr Jones:] Cover your head

[The Messenger:] Punk muthafucka! Punk muthafucka! [Gunfire ceases.]

Fuck you! Get the fuck out my way! Get the fuck out my way!

[More gunfire.]

Fuck you! Get the fuck out my way. Get the fuck out my way.

[ByStander:] My leg! My leg!

Payback Iz A Bitch lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Bam)

[Krayzie]

Raw, raw, raw. . .

Retaliation is a must, nigga

The enemy must suffer the muthafuckin' consequences

Deadly. . .

Yeah, I want all of these muthafuckas dead

I don't wanna see one muthafucka left breathin'

Kill all these muthafuckas

[Chorus]

Them niggas be killas

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Bloody, bloody murder. . .

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Killa . . . .

[Krayzie]

I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland

Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed

Dozed off, but I was awakened by the telephone ringin'

I picked it up

Hello? At first, nobody would answer me, so I said it again

Hello? Somebody starts breathin'

Not thinkin', I hung up the phone

Niggas be playin' jokes, I payed it no mind

It could've been just my fuckin' friends

Then I sat back and closed my eyes

no more than four seconds, it rung again

Hello? And why in the fuck is you playin'?

Somebody yelled out, "You die!"

Before I could even reply,

some nigga jumped right through the window buckin' a pistol

I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bullets on the way to the stairs

Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head

Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead

Scared? Oh yeah!

So I turned around and ran out the backdoor instead

Them niggas was steadily buckin'

Whoever was dumpin', they surely did want me in the red.

Continued to fled--hit a couple of fences

Thinkin' 'bout who could have did this?

Retaliation: I'll handle my business, kill 'em--as God as my witness

I called up my niggas; they ready for war

Kill 'em's the way that we even the score

If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for?

[Chorus x2]

What you niggas be? Killas . . .

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Bloody, bloody murder . . .

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Killa . . .

[Bam]

Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot

You smokin' hot

Gather troops, destinations be your block

The stakes is high since '94

Got your tightest G for ransom

Maybe unhand 'em and let him go

Hell no, you shouldn't've chanced it

It's not essential, got smoked, only deaththreats on your boast

So take it as a quote, get violent if you see me, loc

We deadly--step, pay your sins, you'll die a thousand times

He's found with open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs

That's fifty mercenaries that blood money can't afford

Jump out of new Accords

??? got two swords

A deadly ?, fate been chosen

Get your eyes swollen

I roll and dreams we're golden, and now your hood we controllin'

You tellin' lies, caught you slippin' up at your Mama's house

Should've took you out, but I told my homies throw you out

Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to Mars

Stop actin' hard, you got more than you bargained for

[Chorus]

You niggas be killas

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Bloody, bloody murder . . .

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Killa . . .

[Bam]

We leave 'em shell-shocked, forty glocks and dirty looks and pop shotz

We verse 'em twice; murda books police, 'cause scared of heights

It's cowards versus niggas, been shook

didn't recognize the way your body hangin' from a hook

Thugline don't play

[Krayzie]

Shit!

Dog, I done told 'em

We'll rode 'em

Ho ain't got no scrotum

Slippin' in a clip and reload 'em, and when they jump

Yeah, we gon' unload 'em, and hit 'em wherever, however they want it

We gon' make sure no one's alive or left to identify me

It ain't over until you die

[Chorus]

Them you niggas be killas

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Bloody, bloody murder . . .

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Killa . . .

Them niggas be killas

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Bloody, bloody, murder

Don't be fuckin' with the killa, killa, killa, killa

Them you niggas be killas

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

Bloody, bloody murder . . .

Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

(Relay) Thugline lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Relay)

[Krayzie Bone]

Still thuggin' with the thugs, the thugs, the thugs

(If you feel this scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, Thugline)

Aint a damn thing changed

And if you niggas wanna get some, get some

(If you feel this scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, Thugline)

Count me down for your thing

[Verse 1: Relay]

Motherfuck y'all niggas hating on me, hatin' on me no no

Gotta grin but I pin swollen eyes so fuck them crooked, crackin' po-pos

Kick down doors on our goals, don't forget them bowls

Keep business to myself cause it's best if no one knows

I trust no hos and trust no nigga, niggas either

Try to take my weed I got more power than She-Ra

Dirty south diva, I rise like Mya

My high starts coming down I smoke some more and I get higher

La la la, they beat this weed and they set fire

Ganja makes me loose cause I'm live like a wire

I never share attire, keep passing me them things

Let's get 'em! Put that heat to they mouths like some wings

Straight out Decatur, gonna get some cheese and fuck the fame

Straight out Decatur, you got drama you know my name

Now close your eyes and listen to Sleekly rhyme

You got five, I got five, let's go get a dime

Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Relay]

A-T-L! I got to do something to get my point heard (heard)

I put my pen down and let the folks hear my words (words)

Don't call me no joker, don't call me no nerd (nerd)

Cause I be going deeper that the others you heard (heard)

Cause this aint in ya head, bumpin' in ya head knockin' (knockin')

I keep the brothers jockin'(jockin') even though they guns be knockin'

Got to block it, throw my hands up and we dip it up and brawl

Talking all that nonsense, not being heard by me at all (at all)

Nigga in your drawers, I rise but my name's not Mya (Mya)

And I's a tight female, don't need to smoke to get you higher

They beggin' for attention (attention), while I beg to differ (differ)

They nervous when I'm lurking and your body be stiffer

I plot by myself (self), my thoughts so dangerous (-rous)

You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with us (us)

Can't sit on my ass when I know I must be heard (heard)

My pen's been put down and now my mouth hustle words (words)

(Nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas)

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]

So you can go bring anything you want to (want to, want to)

We can do this however, whenever you want to (you know we got it,got it)

Or we can act the fool if that's what you wan' do

Cause real niggas on the Thugline, Thugline (Thugline, Thugline)

You can bring anything you want to (cause if you want it, we got it)

We can do this however, whenever you want to (you know we got it,got it)

Or we can act the fool if that's what you wan' do

Cause real niggas on the Thugline, Thugline (Thugline, Thugline)

[Verse 3: Relay]

Little Miss on a passion stabbin', nabbin' niggas

I know how to react

And be the one who peeping out them player haters in the back

And I'm attacking -tacking, yes and I'm relaxin' when I'm HIGH

Krayzie Bone and Relay done hooked up this shit cause my my my

Relay is coming 'round the corner

Better run for cover or you're gonna be a goner

Bet on it nigga

We doin' this shit to get richer quicker

Now pull that trigger

Hittin' the sides of niggas

I raise and peace, it's notorious bitch

[Verse 4: Relay]

Tell me something about any rapper and in a heartbeat I would

Snap at the baddest when I rhyme and Relay up to no good

Rappers should value this beat and in this rhyme game it seem

Aint no other four because we'll straight up bust out the scene

Straight out Decatur where it's grater and it can't get no better

Unless you headed to downtown, the land to go make some cheddar

In everyway and everyday you hear these girls but a rap

Or rhyme, or flow, or just whatever you may call, we gon' snap (snap)

Cleveland and ATL done hooked up, this shit is buck

So nigga what? Krayzie's 'bout to bust

Cleveland and ATL done hooked up, this shit is buck

So nigga what? Krayzie's 'bout to bust

[Verse 5: Krayzie Bone]

Now you know we can get high (high), so high that's my thing (so high)

Mr. Sawed-off Leatherface the name, thuggish when I claim

Staying away from all these lames

And these player haters steady inflictin' pressure on the brain

But my mentality can't be faded; I play it so fucking smooth

I got my mind just like chess and I concentrate on every move

And every rule that they wrote we break 'em, believe me

That's why so many niggas fall off for flossin'

And going against their boss man

Too many chiefs and no Indians

So when I roll I'm mostly solo

And I know that .44 stay mighty close

Just touch on my door ho and you'll be greeted by heaters

Millimeters pop pop pop pop!

Mo! Thug Mothership presents: Thugline niggas

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony still live niggas

And I got my troopers suited and ready, Relay!

Up in this motherfucker marchin', marchin', marchin', marchin'

Bombing on bitches

People be sayin'

And if you think we playin'

Run up and take your chance to die, it's in your hands

Blow for blow we let these motherfuckers know

They know whether they male or female I don't roll with no ho (no ho)

[Chorus]

Dummy Man lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[Chorus:]

They call me the "Dummy Man" (man, man, man)

And I'm up early tryina slang my dope

(I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks)

The fiends...they get awfully mad....(mad, mad, mad)

When they go broke on dope and it's really soap

(My nigga you ain't never lied)

[Verse 1:]

Up in the morning....and I feel like I don't wanna be livin'

Better off dead without no bread....have you ever felt that feeling?

Unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die

When you reach into your pocket and can't even find

Not even enough to go purchase a dime (sack of weed)

But FUCK THAT! I got "come up" in my blood

Cause it's the "1st of the Month" (nigga what!)

The perfect time to come up

The only problem is: I'm broke and ain't got no dope

But as I was standin' in my bathroom mirror....I looked at the soap

Shit...soap look a little like dope (you scandalous nigga!)

Then, I chopped-chopped up me some counterfeit amphetamines

But wait a minute.....

Wait a minute now...what if they want to taste it?

Think quickly for cash: nigga dash to the kitchen, get the bread bag

Wrap that bread around some soap

Now I got the breadcrumb-dum-dum dope

It might sound funny, but it ain't no joke...

cause doin this shit could get a nigga smoked, mayn

But FUCK IT! Young nigga gotta get them duckets

Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches...

Orajel for the numbness

Then I hit the corner with a handful of breadcrumbs...

nigga got the dum-dum for ya

And the pump on approach if you say it ain't dope,

only dealin cause I hate to be sober

Peep, "creep on ah come up", I wait for a fiend to roll up

And walk to the car with my hand on my pistol,

he showed me the green, said

"Hold up...gotta get my stash"

Nigga need a 20...but I got that faded

Lovin these yum-yums, glad I made it;

I just hope this nigga don't try to taste it!

I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely

But as he pulled off, I pinned that he put the rock up in his mouth

(So he gon' come back for his money!)

I pinned that he braked...he skid...

Put it in reverse and he came back quick...

Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big...

This is what happened to this bit....

We beat him and finished him off, and he never came 'round here no more

Cause a nigga ran into yours truly: poor, and a nigga scored

Lord forgive me but i can't remember (the last time I ate)

Now I gots to go get me a plate, or a bit, now I'm proper

Only spent three dollars and forty-four cents,

nigga full, now I gotta get bent

Nigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty-six cents...HELL YEAH!

These dum-dums got a nigga off the hook..they got booked, took, shook

Look: got dope but it ain't dope, so I guess you can call me a "crooked crook"

Hey...do you know somebody like me?

I don't think so, cause ain't nobody I see

Down for the crime like I'm down for mine,

and if I gotta, nigga I cheat

(cheat)

[Chorus x2]

So fuck with me, I got the chops mayn (chops mayn)

The biggest rocks up on the block mayn (block mayn)

Say fuck with me, I got tha chops mayn (the chopper, choppers)

The biggest rocks up on the block mayn (block mayn) [echo]

Thugz All Ova Da World lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Treach)

[Chorus]

All over the world

(We all over, we all over, we all over...)

All across the nation, cross the nation, cross the nation

(We all cross the nation, nation, nation, nation...)

Thugs all over the world

We all over the world

All across the nation

(We all across the nation, nation.nation, nation...)

[Krayzie]

Nigga, you ask 'em they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish

They love us

You hater, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces

Bitch, and ball up your knuckles 'cause we can work

Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya

Thinkin' I'm a rapper, actor

Think I won't blast 'em?

Shit, I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas

I got my gun

So test me if you're tryin' to prove that you ain't scared to die

Nigga, what?

Who the, who the thugs?

Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts

I only be dealin' with real niggas

Them other niggas, they get they ass put in check

When they try to flex and disrespect me

And that's when I gotta get even with niggas, retaliation

I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come

But, man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama

But I'm a put it on Mama

Nigga, you try run up on me

Then I gotta shot your head off

I'm keepin' a gun on me daily

Cause if you got my niggas' wrong

Then they sure gon' try to take it

[Chorus]

[Treach]

As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32

Like they don't know how these dirty judge get thirty

They must be shady baby naw just maybe a stunt

The greatest producers, and didn't mention ?? once?

The greatest groups of all time

Stop you're cryin', sporty, find a shorty

Fucked up by not namin' Naughty

Pass the mask, the glock you faggots better stop

Blaze the page out of 50 If it rock and glock

Tryin' to fuck me I'm a fuck you wearin' rubber

Tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover

Bring troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops

That's us, like namin' emcees and boostin' passed the news

Run through wussy pussy, and better ya

There's the predator, rhymes to better ya, blah!

Where's the editor?

Once a year proof that they're easy to swallow

And I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein' tomorrow

Thugs all over the world!

[Chorus]

[Krayzie]

Now I done been all over the nation

Kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout they paper

Had to be so many of these fakers

Had to quickly shake 'em

Knew what I had to do

Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99"

And I'm dead serious about my business, shit is gettin' ridiculous

They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop, pop the 9 millimeter

Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your profit in

While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty

Haters look, saw that Treach and Leather Face

We comin' to get the riot started

[Treach]

Since I been around the cadaver

Gather matters just wait

See I splattered the matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake

See I'm comin' like a rhino

Pass the fine ho

We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago

Got rhymes out the ass so find a lasso

I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or rastle

Leave in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips

Clips with my nigga Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit

To my thugs all over the world!

[Chorus til fade]

Street People lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Niko)

[Krayzie]

Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets

Niggas in the hood strugglin

Doin what the fuck they gotta do to make their money

And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps

Let's roll, let's roll

(Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love)

[Krayzie x2]

Street people

(People)

All my people be them niggas with an attitude

(We're ready for war)

The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do

(Do what you gotta do)

[Krayzie]

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood

(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)

Keepin it real on the street

Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin true until they D-I-E

Niggas still strong

We keep on bailin through the stress

and all the rest of the shit that's goin on

Speakin of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol

Cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon be got, they out to pinch ya

Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump

And it drives us to the point of no return

Especially when you're gone off of the sherm

You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin

While you walkin, he on sixteen switches

Ain't that a bitch? But that's life

This shit ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right

And I can't stop 'em or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though

Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die"

So (so, so), choose one (just one)

Either repent and get saved

Or put some food on your table for now

[Chorus x2]

Street people

(People)

All my people be them niggas with an attitude

(We're ready for war)

The street mentality

It's do what you gotta do

(Do what you gotta do)

[Krayzie & (Niko)]

I see my sisters out there hustlin, man (strugglin, man)

Do what it takes, but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can

Gotta feed your babies (babies, yeah)

Handle yourself your own business

don't wait on that nigga to get you nothin

We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin

(somethin, yeah) Take the welfare, fuck it!

The system givin it to you, cause it's guilt on they conscience

Don't let 'em fool you (don't let 'em fool you, no)

Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors

So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die

This verse is for my ghetto queens

Tryin' to come up and get them better things

particularly cheddar cheese

Make that money (make that money)

Work, work, work

Whatever your occupation

As long as you bringin home the bacon, bacon, bacon

Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too

And I hope y'all really been payin attention cause it's 1999, ohh

(Ooh-ooh, yeah)

Though people comin around, we gon' thug

So where the thugs at?

Gimme some of that ghetto love (ghetto love)

[Chorus x2]

[Krayzie & (Niko)]

Now if y'all feelin me

let's get down and tear the roof off the mother

Shoot the mmotherfuckers, I'm serious and mean business

Ready to pump pump and ride, you with it?

Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police

They treat us like animals - let's attack 'em like beasts

But hold on 'fore you start fightin (hold on, hold on)

Let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline

(no more, no more) I'm really not trippin on this rappin no more

Cause I know it won't last too much longer

When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier (I told you)

If I make it out of the game with all my sanity

Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me?

Cause at the rate I'm goin, pretty soon they'll try to ban me

for killin these muthafuckas tryin to tamper with my family

Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin to jam me

But I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly

And this is my mentality for fuckin with the street life, street life

(street life)

[Chorus x2]

[Niko]

I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people

Them niggas with an attitude

Let's stop the killin, we're strugglin just like you to make a livin

We're not pretendin, don't y'all remember?

It ain't easy tryin to stay alive, some people out there smokin crack

My people workin 9 to 5, just doin' it right

Real strong

Hold on

cause it won't be long before the strugglin' days is long gone

Hold on, be strong

[Krayzie x2]

Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's

real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers

We're T-H-U-G's

real fuckin soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers

(Get on up, get on up)

Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Ganstaz lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Eightball & MJG, Layzie Bone)

[Chorus]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[Krayzie]

Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas remind me of mine

A nigga can vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas

Hey, there Mo Thug and we gotsta give 'em some love

So now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs

You get up too close and we fuckin' you up

You don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with

Touched down and got with the realest niggas in the town

Now look who's in the Suave House

Yes it's truly-yours, Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface

A warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy

Ready to move out, nigga

Ready to get with the shoot out

In the meanwhile I still gotta make me some money to get by

Yeah I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG made money

Cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me

But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned

Nobody will know who shot that punk

Cause I'm gonna dump it and run

Put him on the pave

And hey, that nigga that did it was wearin' a Leather Face

And not to be played with

Whatever you claim you better get paid

Shit

[Chorus x2]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[MJG]

Who be I?

The nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes

Look at the size of the bank that he hold

Natural born mind control

False niggas' gang blown away

It makes you wonder why niggas be hatin'

They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you under

It seems like the more that we get

You come with that shit

Lookin' for ways to drive us insane confusin' our brain

I'm settin' up traps for rats who snatch cheese

Fly like a trapeze artist

Tell 'em to bring it on I comes the hardest

MJG, pimp, runnin' with Bone dividin the throne

Regardless of niggas who stand in my path I'm bringin' it on

Recitin' the lyrical gift

The shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars

How do you know when you're goin' too far

?

The further you get, the further you are

Shit, I breaks in half crook niggas

Don't make me laugh

Now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one's the ass

?

Where your bitch at

?

Collectin' my cash

Now who would've know that the bitch is a hood-rat

Increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast

You're thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the Tech

Look at the bullets

They rippin' his vest open puttin' a hole in his chest

In piece is that nigga decide to rest

I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'

The shit that I got is the shit that I'm given

Constantly livin' that life of a thug

Drinkin' the Hen, smokin' the bud

[Chorus x2]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[Layzie Bone]

Too many fake niggas done tried to contend

And then again, pinned that they couldn't win

Ken took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I'm in the wind

500 Benzo, we roll, roll

Rod J came through with the Mack-10

Wish trippin' when I pulled out the glock

You know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop

Comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop

Everybody I know out lookin' for a come up

We creep it's deeper than the way you perceive a thug,no love

Take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly grudge

What

?

Nigga well bust till the point of no return

I'm out here swangin', paper chasin'

Erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier claimin' Mo

Even though it get hectic respect it

Nigga, knock my struggle, uh-oh

They'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle

I'm a go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real

Give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill

Haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field

We marchin' ready for war fuck the law they ain't on our side

Hell yeah, we can meet up at the district

I'm bringin' it to you ready to die

See, I am so sick of oppression

Shit ain't changed Little Lay still stressin'

No question clutchin' there no more weapon

Cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uh

Youll probably feelin the sense of some danger

But I'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the table

Watch me put it down for Mo

And them Suave House niggas

So, willin and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs

If that's what it is

You better be mindin' your business or be beggin' forgiveness

You know all I'm sayin is just don't fuck with me, man

[Chorus x2]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[Eightball]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs

Mo Thugs

Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin'-G

The realest nigga alive, yeah

Thuggin', pimpin', bitch this shit don't stop

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

All over the motherfuckin' world and back again, bitch

Space-Age forever

Drama lyrics - Krayzie Bone

The drama just goes on and on

Drama be just part of my life

It's been like that since I was born

Yes I can run but I can't hide

Gonna be like that until I'm gone

Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me

Roll down my family tree with me

Give it up page to page

We never no stuggles

I never knew no hustlers like my

Daddy and Mamma so I

Gotta drop my P's

But I think way back in the day now

When moms and pops had my back

They stayed down

And gave us a place to lay down

But then

Then when the wind blew in

(?) the crackpot

But lately it's keeping my people up off the hinges

Can I get a witness baby

And I'm off the dope

Cause I'm gonna make me some money my own

Somebody tell me now where we went wrong

I'll bring my family back because they long gone

Now pops don't even come around

But I know pops got problems

Thats why your little niggas still down

With cha

But it hurts to see a family taking a beating

My sisters keep saying they hungry [hungry]

Got to come up on some way to feed em

Big (?) take a ride slide down 71 callin welfare

When the cheque come mom she hound everyone

So bang bang

Gotta get down for my thang

Swang with a my thugsters

Pump, we never did love ya

St. Claire struggler

Here your hustla baby

[Chorus x2]

I can't get away from all these dramas surrounding me

Hounding me

Heavily coming down on me

Drama be pounding my brain

Calling my name

These demons they seem to be following me

Come in all shapes and sizes

Enemies my friends it don't suprise me

I try to help niggas make better

But they ain't appreciate

niggas they rather stay back in the ghetto

Well oh well

If thats how you want it nigga

Then go ahead

But don't fuck with me

I'm up in this bitch like Micahel Jackson

I wish they'de leave me alone

Before I show the other side of me

Bang bang bang bang bang

Thats how it be

Nigga gonna get violent

But if my so-called ex friends wanna try me

Bloody riot

Thats how we like it

You all invited

Get so heated you feel the temperature rising

So heated we spit black flames

4-page article

On the police

Couldn't find that them bitches was particles

For fucking with me

And I'm down to stand on the frontline and get wild

One of the first to get up and get down

Niggas ain't knowin' the anger inside me

And then when I finally snap nigga out

Fuck up your sister your daddy your momma your brother

If you he some drama

C'mon c'mon c'mon.

[Chorus x2]

World War lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[Krayzie]

This is combat - I don't think these niggaz really know

This shit is for real, this is not a game

So all my real motherfuckin thugs get the fuck up

And put ya guns in the motherfuckin air

And bust the motherfuckers like ya just don't care

And fuck the motherfuckin police

And kill all the motherfuckin enemies!

[Krayzie]

Nigga come a little closer, let me show you a ho

What's up, bitch we can roll

Anybody wanna fuck with me, cause I'm down to fuck back with you

What you wanna do, huh, huh?

You say you wanna fight us, come fight us

We do it cuz it's real fuck a title

It's all about survival, dedicated to my rivals

And you could die ho

What they talkin bout, Bone Thugs ran

Nigga we never ever run from no man

And fear none

If you see a clique of niggaz get the big gun

Pop one, spend a hun', bet the bitch run

He said he came to get some, nigga, he ain't really want none

Don't let them suckas fool ya (Nigga he ain't really want none)

Bustas won't do too much

I'll knock you out

That dumb shit comin out ya mouth'll get ya nothin but a rematch

Why these niggaz gotta lie?

They can't stand up and face the facts

Nigga your head got cracked

We heard what they said

Said that my niggaz fled

But y'all niggaz know what's up

What? Y'all wanna shed more blood?

Shit, then come on

[Chorus]

World War

World War

World War

World War (Now you know, now you know)

[Krayzie]

Nigga, bet our niggaz comin to bring the pain

Better bring ya hard hat

Nigga protect ya brain, get a gun and bang bang

Tell me when ya really wanna battle

My nigga, cuz we can handle that

Any way you wanna handle static

Nigga, thugstyle, buckwild

Some tear-up-the-club shit, whatever drop down

When the bullets get to jumpin around

The playa haters on the ground, bleedin

The 9-millimeter

Hit him and he drop like, uh!

Could it be ya life has been took?

No, not by the bullet

But the nigga with the heater

I'm trigger happy, I'll be in demand

I'm in command

So let's move, now you know what the enemy look like

The clones that look and sound like Bone

Give a motherfucka more than Speedknots

And when he run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps

Y'all niggaz ain't mobsters

Cause if this was the mob, somebody would've been shot ya

But we can get the hole out ya

Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh Bone

Too strong for niggaz to hold on, to keep up

But I see ya still wanna be us

No matter who was claimin it first

It's who's the realest (realest)

Do not enlist if you not ready for war

[Chorus x3]

The War Iz On lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Kurupt, Layzie Bone, Snoop Dogg)

[Krayzie]

We so thuggish ruggish (the motherfucking war is on)

You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone

Cause the motherfucking war is on

What you gon' do what you gon' do do

Say nigga we marching stompin in the big black boots

With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot

Running with the AK-47

Niggas trying to survive they ain't trying to go to heaven

Motherfuckers shooting they ain't even asking questions it's these

Young ass niggas they straight up thugged out

They killas like that little soldier boy cause we livin in the killin field

Tombstone soldier rest in peace a real warrior

Nigga been ready for war we are

The motherfuckers on the street with the heat

Knockin them hoes off they feet

Say boy it's a jungle out there

Get a couple casualties every year

The goal is to stay alive

The mission is to make money

The enemy the police

We gotta bust back at 'em make some motherfucking examples out them assholes

We're not even concerned strike a match drop it on the gas

And let the motherfucker burn burn burn baby burn

Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge mossberg

I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leatherface got a big gun in your face

Behind that bush and when they roll by we jump out the bush make a push

Bustin why they runnin buckin everything comin murda y'all ain't said nothin

Got a couple of niggas for that

Stay strapped from the front to the back and the extra clip off in my jacket

so when I run out I restack it and pap it some more

We ready for war

[chorus:]

So what nigga pull your gun

That's exactly how we play

Screaming bloody murda mo all day

The buckshots spray daily all day

[Snoop]

Money makes murders sex lies crimes fo-fives

Nines heaters jackers killa

Cap pealers and drug dealers

Snitches snakes bitches fakes

Bad breaks and heartaches

Give and take shake and bake

Boy I gots to stack my plate

Bad news travels fast

Real mashers always mask

Give a dog a bone send him on he bound to come home with some cash

Get you shit stack your chips

Tuck your heat watch that bitch

She might be cute but listen here my nigga that don't mean shit

Duck and dodge camouflage

My entourage is way in charge

Krayzie Bone and Dog Capone

Yeah you know the war is on

Break a bitch shoot a snitch

Fuck a trick get your grip

Smoke some dank pass some drank

And get off into this gangsta shit

Laying fools down Dog Pound Bone Thugs 1 luv

And we banging from the streets to the club

[chorus]

[Kurupt]

Check it out

Gangstas hoes I suppose

Dip and dash cock and blast

Kurupt and Snoop Krayzie Daz

Layzie blazing up the hash

G'd as fuck gangstafied

High as the sky gangsta for life

Fuck a bitch hit a switch

Gangstas drop that gangsta shit

I'm a G DPG DPGC OGDP

Ride on niggas blast on niggas

Dip and put the smash in niggas

[Layzie]

It's a war It's a war (there's a war going on)

When the was pop off where the fuck you gon be

In the front or the back city under attack

Every nigga from the nine nine front line marchin with a tech nine nigga

where my thugz at

If you scared go to church motherfucker

matter fact while you at it say a prayer for me

I'm prepared to heat

Heat a nigga in the streets with a gotdamn beat my heat lose to me

Khakis suits and fatigues

Nigga dressed to kill

Nigga yes I will put a slug in you

Nigga what you wanna do

Cause I'm ready to shoot

And my high tech boots got me feeling bulletproof

I'm a superman nigga GI Joe like the wind blowing through a niggas area

More dead enemies I count up the merrier

And you ain't heard no collaboration scarier

I'm a walkin nightmare and I'm born to die

It's a war goin on what's happening

If you disrespecting my family it'll be hell to tell the captain

Fuck all you playa haters and you po-pos

Fuck all you politicians this war

Dedication to the criminal nation

Let the real thugs even the score

[chorus]

When I Die lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Terror Squad (Big Pun, Cuban Link, Fat Joe))

[Krayzie]

Man what the fuck is we gone do man?

Shit man I can't believe this shit man

Them motherfuckers done killed him

We got to ride for this nigga

On them old hoe ass niggas

I say we ride over right there right now

That's what I'm talking about let's roll

[verse 1]

As we delve through the mud and rain

Straight shots of Tangue ease the pain

As we put to rest one of my niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain

Shit ain't the same niggas is dangerous

Buckin like it's the thang to bust

When I looked at my nigga fucked up

I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us

Niggas do hate like that, nigga you never know

He say a friend but I smell foe

So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door

So I sleep with the big fo-fo

But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow

You know what they say gotta go gotta go

What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well

When I die I want all my motherfuckers to ride (for me)

On the niggas that did me killed me committed my homicide

Gather up after the funeral (posse up) and pull out all the big guns

Go through every hood poppin till somebody tell you somethin

How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die

So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge

And do it the same night they put me under

Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on

Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone

[chorus]

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more (nigga you never know when you gone die)

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more (say never know when it could be you)

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more (they leave yo house and don't come back)

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more (this shit is real and oh so true)

[repeat]

[Fat Joe]

When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin

Lying talkin bout they all love Ryan

And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral

Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who

Nigger I died in the car chase shot the place like the last scene in Scarface

Now I'm in the far place chillin in the whites of the sky Terror Squad till

the day I die

[Big Pun]

I'ma thug I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la

Niggas tell me get off that weed I'ma keep smoking on that thai-ai

Nigga fuck that I'ma keep hittin that

[Puff puff] till my lung collapse what's wrong with that

You hypocrite just a little bit you know you down with it

It's all good in your hood having laughs

Puff weed to clear my cataracts

Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance

But now I'm there too many dead brain cells, runnin round inside my head

That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red

[Cuban Link]

Now picture me dead still getting head in the coffin flossin

Bitches fightin cryin tryin to get a bigger portion

My niggas talkin figuring how to get my fortune

While I'm lost in space waiting for satan and his horseman

Walkin through fire sparkin my lighter cloud the sky up

Rising higher and higher eye to eye with my messiah

Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell

I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself

[Krayzie]

Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin bout murder on all the songs

I say cause I could step out the door somebody could pop and I'm gone

Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid

Smoking too much of that weed what's that I just heard a noise

Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys

Motherfuckers is plottin to get me I know when I'm dreaming this

So that's the meaning of this

Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit

So nigga don't trip the reaper seem to be getting closer

So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin and duckin murder

Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge

Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray

Murder murder mo murder murder kill kill kill

Shit it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real

But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped

Better get you ass a shotgun and go get a plastic glock

Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like slittin your own throat

But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes

[chorus]

Thug Alwayz lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

It's 1999

Guess what?

The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now

[Chorus x4]

Always, always, what am I?, what am I?

A thug always, -ways, -ways

Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Krayzie]

Niggas look out

And we in the motherfucker house

We in here now

It's going down steepin' through the crowd

Sippin' on Henny we get wild

Niggas lookin' fool

If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out

And then keep stompin' his head in the ground

And drag him out onto the dance floor

Tell him what to stand for

Now when they came they had they pants on

We beat bitches up out their britches

Lets show 'em how to tear up a club

When they be fuckin' with the thugs

Nigga, we come to party

But I'll fuck up somebody

But y'all ain't feelin' me

Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all

?

If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags

Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass

You wanna rumble?

I'm sick of bein' humble

Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho

Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter

I got somethin' for him and him

And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win

Fuck your friends

Everybody talk that shit, nigga

Oh, yeah I know it

But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?

I bet a million bucks it's not us

Yeah, we might not get everybody

Somebody gonna get fucked (fucked) up (up)

[Flesh]

You wanna come test me now?

Come now say come now challenge me

Let a real niggas handle my business

I'm gonna finish I gotta end this, I'ma dimnish this

Come follow my prophet, seeking gifts

It ain't no stoppin' me I gotta clock G's

T-H-U-G

Pop niggas they D-E-A-D

Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs

Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam

There's five trues of mine

What am I?

A thug always

Remember the way they played back in the day

Hit 'em with AK, y'all made to hate me, baby

Wooo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us

Remember that nigga Eazy-E labelled me and my trues black nigga killers

Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swig, and love bud

And if you think you can hang, then come fuck with a thug

And I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood

But when you see a thug you better show some love

[Layzie Bone]

Got damn, it feel good to be a thugsta

Gettin' high, smokin' weed all day

Ain't got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws

Just doin' it the Bone Thug way

Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie

And all these Mo Thug killers

We them ex-dope dealers and natural born cap peelers

Feel us nigga, if you want ain't of that high captain here

We kickin' that raw shit

Fuck the law shit, been screamin' it for years

Ain't no fear in my heart thanks to the Lord up above

And I got a grudge against niggas that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love

Let me see you shoot that motherfucker shoot that nigga

Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin' niggas spit that fire

We don't need no water, let this motherfucker burn, baby

And I know they hate me say lately Layzie actin' shady

Hey, I'm the number 1 Assassin guess they just can't understand

I fear no man, put it on my number 1 fan

Cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own

The city of Thieves is my home and I don't trust nann nigga

My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs

Off this nigga gettin' buzzed packin' heat off in the club

Nigga what?, nigga what?

They sayin' that Bone was split up

Just niggas jealous tellin rumors and lies

Can eat a dick up, nigga

[Wish]

Nigga, stay real

Thugs get high

Why you call yourself a thug?

That's how I feel inside

And we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body

But your fuckin' with us, and we shootin' up the party

Even if you was talkin' some of that Bone shit we sayin'

Then you can bring it on because we ready, we ready

Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom

That's dumb, better play with your son

Nigga, I ain't the one

Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same, made a little change

Sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around, man

Nine millimeter come and get some, get some

Shoot 'em with them hollows, 'cause you know he's got his vest on

And you didn't want it to come to this, did you?

Fuckin' with them thugs, them niggas roll through

If you really want some run (better run)

Fuckin' with thug niggas run, run

[Krayzie]

Yeah say nigga come on

We ready for combat, but y'all ain't ready

Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em, they stretched

Now they human spaghetti

Steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies

If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em (go)

And I better go get 'em

We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter

Shit to sweep the streets make niggas retreat

That's heat

Now, I repeat if you want some nigga come and get it

Cause we still five live and vicious

Don't get it twisted motherfucker

Run up on us whenever ya wanna get down and dirty

Still stand in the Land with the slugs and my gun in my hand

Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy,Wish, and Flesh

Put it down to the north, south, east, and west

From back in the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish

No need to change it

Now everybody a thug

If you real throw it up but if it's fake

Kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies

Fuck 'em, and yes it's like that

[Chorus til fade]

Thug Mentality lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Bone-Thugs)

[Chorus]

T-H-U-G we be, that's thug mentality

we thuggin, thuggin thuggin

that's the way I chose to live my life

T-H-U-G we be, that's thug mentality

we thuggin, thuggin thuggin

thuggin till the day I die

T-H-U-G we be, that's thug mentality

we thuggin, thuggin thuggin

that's the way I chose to live my life

T-H-U-G we be, that's thug mentality

we thuggin, thuggin thuggin

thuggin till the day I die

I done been around da world and everywhere be da same song

niggas struggle daily, gotta survive, its worldwide

even niggas in Paris n London be hustlin doin whatever to get the money

Looking at the whole big wide world ??? mighty thugs ???

But you gotta keep it real if you wanna make it, do ???

And make a ??? kids

Gotta handle your business, gotta get in it to win it

And then you gotta get up out of there baby

And that's real, really, my thugs feel me

put your fists up in the air, yeah

Nigga comin' to the war and I'm a meet you niggas there

Ready to rumble, and I swear, we're comin' from everywhere

Where my thugs at? Where they at? Fuck that!

Nigga let's do in the enemy now

Terminate, eliminate 'em, I'm takin' out the frustration on the world

Get 'em back for the playa hation

So come on we gotta roll, and wouldn't you know?

They ain't ready for the war, pop the ??? get arrested

To the po-po, you in total control,

make 'em feel the pain in two-double-oh-oh

It's the end of the road, so what you gon' do?

I'm a ride till we die, if you want to, (run too)

Would all them real soldiers, come on move

Get your suits on, boots on, keep troopin' on

T-H-U-G, U-G, that's what we be, across the nation

Pump your fists and get ready for this occasion

Think you'd better fade on, Bone wanna see victory

Y'all niggas better roll with this

Cause we splittin' 'em, fuck that, we winnin', that's thug mentality

[Chorus]

Be a thug, if you wanna be a thug, be a thug if you got to

Throw it up, keep it in the air, scream it out

Thug, thug, thug, thug, thuggin' till the day I die

When I'm high if you look into my eyes, you'll truly find

No kind like I, Gemini, and it controls both sides

My Lord he law, maintain, hard cause I'm a soldier at war

Steady runnin' with the weapons cause it still ain't gettin' better

Figured it out, it's all real, and if it ain't then it ain't right

Come on, if you wanna feel the thug love

And it's real, we got the real thing baby

I hate to burn you, learn you, stay out of it if it don't concern you

You don't really wanna get involved with the murder

But shit, if you want it, you got it, we bring it, it don't stop

We gon' pop shots still to the double glock-glock

Never takin' no shorts, no losses mayn

Yes, these days it's still the same like, gotta make that money, mayn

Bang, gotta get down for my thang, and I do it so smooth

When I'm stalkin' gatt fools, walkin jack moves

And I'm on the run widda me shotgun, but a ??? it's on

Ya'll can't fuck with the thuggish ruggish, ruggish

bone, bone, bone bone bone - that's thug mentality

[Chorus]

Where my Detroit thugs, thugs

Cincinatti thugs, thugs

Where my Columbus thugs, thugs

My Chicago thugs, thugs

Where the fuck my New York thugs, thugs

Where the fuck my Texas thugs, thugs

My Kansas City thugs, thugs

Where my Milwaukee thugs, thugs

My Colorado thugs, thugs

Where my St. Louis thugs, thugs

Where my Atlanta thugs, thugs

My Alabama thugs, thugs

My New Orleans thugs, thugs

Where my Miami thugs, thugs

Where my Jamaican thugs, thugs

My California thugs, thugs

My Arizona thugs, thugs

My New Mexico thugs, thugs

My Puerto Rico thugs, thugs

Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin'

Cleveland's... definitely... in the house

In the house, in the house

Where My Thugz At lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[chorus]

Buck buck fuck where my thugs at, where the fuck my thugs at

Are you ready for war, got to be ready for war

[verse 1]

Forward march, pull out your weapon aim directly for the heart

Buck the brain and make sure everything stop and listen to the shells drop

As we steady poppin round after round off trumpets fade around us

Bailin through the motherfuckin mud and rain niggas on a mission

Shirt full of bloodstains but I'm still livin

Cause I got the will and the skills

To make it out the killin field alive and killin still

This the type of shit I make you want got our suits on

Knowin and willin to die with our boots on

Dressed in fatigues this is real we ain't no actors

We don't wear this shit for no fashion

You'll see how real it is when we start blasting

Fake niggas always shoot real blanks

We in the steel tanks

If this was real they'd probably crumble

How you come to rumble

When you scared of what's in the jungle, nigga

Why you tell them people you was killas

I put this on my dead thugs

When they jump we gon tear it up

Torpedo one bomb torpedo two to see the destruction

Military minded so will win

Strategize, that's all I'm fuckin bout is strategies

It's all about reality and nigga that's me

[chorus]

Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the situation

Makin sure the enemies weak before we invade 'em then we break 'em

Organization is a factor

Comin from the warrior slash the mad rapper

Makin pushes jump out the bushes troopers attack

And the heads of the adversaries bring 'em back to me

If you scared you the first nigga dead

and the field is gettin deeper

Drama getting thicker so I pull my pistol quicker

Kill 'em all if they ain't on your team

But watch out for the spies trying to infiltrate the scene know what I mean

We headed for the justice center

Free all the convicts and let the killas ride with us

Yeah, let's fuck some shit up and get rid of-

The Law of course voluntarily or by force

This shit just goes on and on

It don't stop until the body rott and they casket drop

In the W-A-R we are the mighty, the mighty, the mighty mighty warriors ready

If they spittin we gone send them bitches slugs

back it's like that buck buck buck

[chorus]

Thugs, everywhere you see them niggas wanna be 'em

Meet the real thuggish ruggish niggas out of cleveland

The wasteland warriors wild execution style find your body smelling foul

I stay thugged out and enhance my thug mentality

Gotta keep my mental sharper than a pencil

Got bullets in the clip though and you in danger

If you anger me nigga you'll me the one that's in the chamber

Paranoia, don't get too close I'll blow your fuckin head right off your shoulders

Cause everything to me is war I'm livin in horror

I'll die before captured (fuck that)

fuckin with these niggas down to the last clip

Remember the casualties dearly departed

Keep poppin at these coppers and we'll drop 'em in your honor

You can rest in peace your killas deceased

Where my thugs at buck buck get 'em up so I can see 'em

[chorus]

Smokin Budda lyrics - Krayzie Bone

And it makes me see, every puff that I breath

Blowin herbs and leaves would ease the World [x2]

Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy don't it? [x8]

[Verse 1:]

We smokin budda...come again we smokin budda

me rollin with me pass the hoota to ya

me feelin that blunt so don't let that budda fool ya

puff on the hoota...come again puff on this hoota

sit back, relax and let the budda sooth ya

and when they ask who you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya

puff on the hoota, but first me gotta get with me friends

so Wish you light it up cuz I'm gonna spend all my ends

on the budda, come and get me shunnin a blunt my friend

so, you don't wanna go half? ok I'll put in the ends

on the budda budda

we rollin, smokin, chokin, pass it, toke it hand it back to ya

that budda

[Bridge:]

So high(Now how high can you go?) [x6]

[Verse 2:]

L.A. gotta get my connections, I been stressin on this airplane

I was just thinkin of crashin, now them sess gotta be relaxin'

smokin, chokin, rollin, glancin, but we won't spend no money

them sess gotta be lovely or we ain't fuckin' with ya

y'all give me that, don't want that, don't give me that want no stressin

no, we don't want that(not in cali-for-nay-a)

reefer really makes me happy, and it makes me see

every puff that I breath blowin herbs and leaves would ease that world

I done been to the other side, I seen London and Paris

niggas get fuckin bloody high, gotta go find mary-jane's

world-wide, so why, is it such a crime?

hey, everybody should be gettin high

so, Mr. weed man, you know we lookin for the trees with no seedsly

(Yeah, yeah) we got the cheesy, we need to know if you can show me,

the nigga with the weedy (but can he, can he, can he?)

Knieght Rideuz (Here We Come) lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Knieght Rieduz)

[Krayzie Bone]

Hey! I be the pirate they call...(shhhh)

You want to walk the plank come on I'll make you walk the plank

At a point blank range bunkin' up brains wit a bloody bloody scene

Make the old ladies scream [oooohhh]

Oh-no I don't believe it but you seen it

Redrum murda baby

All they saw was the shadows of the dark so they can't tell the law

Ha ha ha FUCK'UM

Leave them in the red while we proceed to pop

When they heart stop drop

As they force me to weak'em complication with the breathin'

And I step on they neck while they wheezin' (WEEEEEEE)

Comin' from the underland

Piretes understand we are unidentified first of our kind

Kieght Rieduz roll vroom vroom vroom

All the pirets on the ships and the witches on the brooms

And panic, and panic, and panic it must be magic (Ha ha ha ha)

We only move when the moonlight guides us

When the sun rises you will not find us

We will not exist disappeared from the faces of the earth

But when the clock strikes 12 all hell breaks lose

(We are the people with the plots and we all kill you)

Dressed in black my name is..shhh

And I shall say no more....

[Wish Bone]

Build up dead inside of us

Mide Twisted shook up shoulda never missed that bus

Danger we closin' in on the side you

You only get one chance better take it run hide

Appeared from out of no where no trace to be found

We come and we go without a heat of a sound

Inside of me deadly whispas

Comin' through my crave like the shot of some sipas

More less show y'all no pitty

And you women have the art to pass me

Tried to provide me with me sexual tendencies

It couldn't happen in your wild fantasies

I'm not goin' to pass it up..when I'm through

[Chorus x4: R. Coes]

Kieght Rieduz. Here we come

[Krayzie Bone: overlapping the chorus]

Mr. Sawed-Off Letherface, and the mothafuckin' Knieght Rieduz, Thugline

nigga

These muthfuckas pirates

And I'm the muthafuckin' thug

So I guess that make me a muthafuckin' Thug-Pirate

[Krayzie Bone]

Pull out your pump I'm ready to buck

I now it's like that when I be fuckin' with these Knieght Rieduz

Them niggaz always be in some type of violence

That's why I signed them

Them Niggaz was lookin' for soldiers

And I never seen no people like these they ain't your ordinary

As a matter fact look at the raps kinda scary

Night time is where they come from

But I ain't never send these niggaz in the day time not once somthin' fishy

It's like they don't exist

Nigga never saw they face just like the shit they makin'

And when we roll niggaz be lookin' surprised

Cause of the way they dressed and they mysterious eyes hypnotize ya

My Knieght Rieduz put on my Letherface when I want to play with the Pirates

[Chorus x4: R. Coes]

Kieght Rieduz. Here we come

[LaReece]

I suggested you pack your bags and hull ass

If you can't be gone by night fall please don't look back

Or how tragic

And choose not to roll so I'm not rolled over

Now I'm all alone for the bullet holes

Turned his lights off and carefully

Your nothin' but a puff of smoke

And reach from every ones memory

Your next to be in gods hands your no longer a part of the human race

Here we come a court and now your lost until the darkness

For those who blaspherin' my name

Call the court and I won't rest till there all inside there grave

[Chorus x4: R. Coes]

Kieght Rieduz. Here we come

KIEGHT RIEDUZ!!!!!

1,2 Here we come for you

3,4 We takin' over the world

5,6 You have no time to repent

7,8 Anti-Saint

9,10 The sun Is setting comin' from the under land

Try Me lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[Chorus]

Try me if you feelin' lucky

And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on

(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline....)

Try me every action's guaranteed

(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline)

[Krayzie]

Load up your shit and get in the car

(Come on, come on, come on)

I'm down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs

And these hoes who claim they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game

Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' anything

And tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid

I'm tellin' 'em, that's the wrong way!

Can't say you thug and then be fake

Nigga, that's the point I'm tryin' state in this case

But niggas ain't feelin' me, though

So yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up

Heard you woofin' yeah we heard em', let us see them nuts

And then if he really jump, more power to ya

But no matter how it go, nigga we still

gon' be bringin' it thug style to ya, buckin'

Boo-yah!

Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun

Because they know when it's static

We gon' handle it however it come

And nigga whoever it's from sure ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with

If they human, then they ain't shit we can't control

And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe nigga ya die

Never fear no man

No matter the size the bigger, the harder they fall

Got somethin' for all of y'all, especially ???

Tech'll chop him up, now he ain't half the man he thought he was

I bet these niggas think they rappin' so they actin'

So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at ya, exactly at ya

[Chorus]

[Krayzie]

Roll through my city I see niggas watchin'

Probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money

And dump my bloody body

I'm sorry not me

I stay alarmed and be alert

Whether you're goin' to play or work

Make sure you got you pistol first, be ready to burst

Hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation

like you leavin' in the body bag

Zipped up, slip up that body tag

So if you spot him, blast

Better him than you, huh?

I'm tellin' you now that me and my thugs

Can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk

So, what's the bullshit?

We got some shit you can't fuck with

And nigga that be this muthafuckin' thug shit

We love this, probably gon' die because of it

Fuck it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now

My money's what's important

Hey we livin' to die anyway no matter if it's now or later

You gon' rest in peace it don't get no greater

Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go pick up a rifle

Time to fight for what we right for

See who really like war, yeah

I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it

I can't afford to roll with bustas 'cause I'm really tryin' win it

(I'm really tryin' to win it)

We fightin' to be victorious (victorious)

Witness the story of (the story of)

this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior (warrior)

If you hear any nigga move shoot

Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you

So soldier, pick up you boots and move

Runnin' for cover 'cause if they buck ya it's over

Just like I told ya, you can die

Soldier, you can die, soldier

[Chorus til fade]

Theze Dayz lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Asu, Bam, K-Mont)

[Krayzie Bone talking]

I'm representing motherfucking Thugline nigga (1999)

Motherfuckers wanna find the real thugs and hustlers, nigga (fucking bitches)

Come to the motherfucking ghetto where we from nigga

Now where the real thugs?

[Chorus: Krayzie Bone]

This is how we living these days {*repeat 8X*}

(And this is for my gangster, gangster, gangster)

(And that one's for my thugster, thugster, thugster)

[Krayzie Bone]

Nigga these days we killing much quicker to get us some paper, ya feeling me?

These days you got to be packing a gun everybody your enemy

These days it's every nigga for they self

Cause it ain't no such thing as friends

And well, so nice niggaz get left

And that's cause these days you got to be raw out here on the streets

Tell 'em these days you can't be fucking with niggaz that's weak

And these days no telling when you'll meet your coffin

I seen it too often that's why fuck flossing; I take caution

Don't trip, shit if your rich your rich

Cause if you slip somebody waiting to get

At you grab ya cash and split ya shit

These days stay in the low low and away from po-po

Unless you ready to pull your fo' fo' and blow (OH!)

How come these days niggaz wanna be the don of the mob?

They claim it but they never qualify for the job

These days we busting at motherfuckers quicker

Simply cause its 1999 nigga (nigga nigga nigga)

[Chorus]

[K-Mont]

Ay yo I'm straight out of the bricks and y'all ain't worthy to serve me

I'm the type that jump out your bushes and bust you with a 30, 30

You want beef? I pack pistol packing utilities

I'm the type of nigga that'll send letter bombs to all my enemies

I can't even walk the airport for being who I was

Police all on my dick because they recognize a thug

Nigga we trying to get money, we don't respect the police

Until us thugs unite it ain't gon' never be no peace

Niggaz be going to school with nothing but murder on they minds

Giving a fuck about teachers busting shot guns and nines

Picture the scenes and screams and everybody running

Get on your knees and pray nigga cause the son of the lord is coming

[Asu]

You know what came in time that's my frame of mind

Now I'm able to separate the deaf from the weak, dumb and the blind

Niggaz can't get none of mine, not even some of mine

Just cause you got on a watch nigga don't mean you know the time

You stagnating, you fags hating my motion

From ocean to ocean my magic potion is devotion

The nerve to hate what I deserve to do wasn't a curse it was a signal

That's why that ass crashed for got to put on your blinker

R-W-I: rolling while infatuated

I graduated, now I want my master

Y'all done agitated disaster

And at every ends I start I slip in the art with my heart and soul

And start to roll but dumb to come

Don't become the one I fold like the lawn chair

You shouldn't have gone there

What's the deal with the long stares?

What's the purpose? Jokers on earth surface to surface

And any problem is handled the same day as service (what what what what)

[Chorus]

[Bam]

We run the blocks stop the clocks turning rocks and dice

Set trip it's our spot gave y'all shots and let the drama pop

Don't escalate the 4-5-9 just try me dead or alive

Point of survival let's get points with real niggaz lives

But you only see raw meat on streets; these niggaz love their heat

Nowadays all busters wanna thug like me you see it be

Wasn't way so simple execution style pull the gristle

From the chair heard 'em whistle for my nigga mental

It's money, murder, riding dumping heads back to all of y'all

Since every nigga's all hard and proving they got the bigger balls

Scared of the laws told what he saw and what it lookeded like

Broke him off in the midnight I spared his life I said this shit is tight

[Chorus]

Silent Warrior lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[Intro x2]

Pump your fist if you're with me

Pump your fist up if you're with me

Artillery , yeah

Pump your fist up if you're with me

Let us be victorious , be victorious

[Skit x2]

Hut 1 , Hut 2 , Hut 3 , Hut,Hut,Hut,Hut

[Chorus]

Silent warrior here's the story

Silent warrior listen to the story

[Verse 1]

The world war has begun

We're gettin ready to fight

And if you win or either die

Then don't become an outsider

Spittin fire , fire baby

With plenty ammunition (ammunition)

Complee

And nigga I've been waitin for this

Payback is a bitch

And the bitch is on the period figure

You got niggas with attitude behind the trigger

Steady we be pumpin our fist and

Black fatigues we don't surrender

You wanna deal with us

Gettin ready for split us come and get us

And when you come get us

Remember bitch you gots to kill us

And you can surely believe that I

I'm bringin all my ammunition with me tonight

Crooked coppers tryin to kill us everywhere

Cause we won't get the mark of the beef

NO , not me

Stay silent warrior

Silent warrior

[Chorus x3]

silent warrior here's the story

silent warrior listen to the story

[Verse 2]

Ready to get for combat

When we aim the bomb at we usely contact

Heated heavily buckin steadily lay 'em all flat

Combat

You motherfuckers I repeat: retreat

With plenty heat you'll be defeated

OHHHHH , them bloody murder, murder baby

Silent situation

Is always the perfect assassination

Now to the graveyard nigga where your braveheart, you play hard

Now it's time for me to break march and take charge

We journey to the killing fields

Where the murder and the shit is real

OH Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord

Comin' forth to carry me home (me home , me home)

[Chorus]

Silent warrior here's the story

Silent warrior listen to the story

Shoot The Club Up lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[Krayzie x2]

Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck . . .

So if these muthafuckas wanna see your nuts,

show your nuts.

Let the slugs bust.

Shoot the club up!

These niggas scandalous [scandalous].

Good thing we packin' [packin'].

Tonight, we goin' out to the club.

We about ten deep.

Everybody looked thugged out.

I'm fucked up.

Park the car,.

Smoke a little more.

We drink a little more.

Nigga so high we get the mentality

fuck everybody.

We come here to party,

but I know somebody gon' try me,

and get my temperature uprisin'.

Anyway, nigga, we straight to the V.I.P.

Excuse me, we need some Hennessey.

While my niggas is rollin' the sticky,

pa-pa-pass it, pass it back quickly.

That's when I heard the record skip [They fired.].

Security sprayed they mase.

Through all the commotion,

some nigga jumped right out the car, right up in my face.

Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him,

took his ass to the floor.

Now here comes some more.

Now we got a war goin' on,

tryin' to get back out the door,

and we got our backs against the wall.

Naw, we don't plan to fall, y'all,

'cause we did not get searched

We all got pistols in our drawers.

[Chorus]

[Krayzie]

We heard a shot, shit [shit, shit, shit . . .]:

them niggas, my niggas--we dropped down to the pavement.

Bass from the DJ went blank.

Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out this place.

I pulled out my gun.

Like 007--rolled under the table.

Unload, reload.

Every muthafucka in the club folded up on the floor.

Niggas was rootin'-tootin'-shootin'.

Security been ran up out the club [Hoes!],

and there ain't nobody left but thugs.

We drunk as fuck,

fin to shoot this muthafucka up.

Niggas was runnin' up on us

like they been waitin' for this shit to happen

[What's happenin'?]

for me to get caught in a club riot,

but my thugs tight.

And I can't believe this shit

nigga caught up in the middle of a war zone [the war zone].

But nigga, if you know a Bone,

then you know that we get down with the dirty with the chrome

never leave it home.

Put it to your dome,

and I let it go.

Can't let these niggas run up on me

they bitches.

I put another clip in,

unload some more,

keep spittin'.

I never can understand:

if security's got the door,

then why so many niggas in here got guns?

And I can testify that 'cause I just shot one.

Good thing nigga packed that vest and my weapon,

'cause I'd sure take a strippin',

if a nigga caught me slippin'

without no protection.

[Chorus Till End]

Silence lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Graveyard Shift)

[Intro Repeated: Sin of Graveyard Shift]

Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

[Verse 1: Sin of Graveyard Shift]

Formulate a different tactic, let's sing anthems

No sterotypical categorizing, rising above all make shift realities

Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men

They cough as lungs inhale, exhale poisonous gases

Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself in good help

Done played out the wickedest hand man has ever dealt

I felt like dying just the other day cuz Satan was trying

Walking too close by my side

Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose

No crying, where's my blood?

You'll find out soon enough

Alright I'll ride, in due time we'll get our chance to die

Hold on to my mind

No use for guns or drugs, need mo' love

But yet and still, slugs get fired off constantly

Immorally, destroying my holy oracle

But I just ignore it though

Keep a steady pace just movin slow...slow, just movin slow

[Chorus: Sin of Graveyard Shift])

Silence...silence...silence...silence

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]

As I sit in my livin room, chillin in my thug mood

I begin to hear noises comin from the other room

So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window

Is it paranoia from the indo?

Then goes a thought, then another thought

Run and get the pump, 'who goes there?

What the fuck you want?'

Cuz I'm gone off that blunt and I will buck a motha fucka down

You on my grounds

Hope they got enough of the rounds

All of a sudden I heard a crash

My first instinct was to blast, but the Mauseburg didn't last

So I had to dash, ran upstairs I was franic in panic

But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop

I was runnin, but I could hear the souljah's comin

I don't they must think I have some money

AK-47 and a Mack-11

Jettin to the bedroom locked myself in, the clip is in

Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob

They fit to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob

Just like I figured when they twisted it, the AK-47 was hot

I had to drop it but I emptied it

The Mack-11 would hit, hit the niggaz up from head to toe

Had to escape and I was out the window

Here I do, I hit the ground, uhh

Then I looked around, shook the fall

Hopped in the Benz and hauled

Callin my niggaz let's get ready for war

I think I killed 'em all but I know that they'll be sendin some more

So when they come back around, I say we show 'em rappin don't mean a thang

And this is a gun, and this is a grave

Rest in peace you're not feelin me

Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate thiiis.....

[Chorus: Sin of Graveyard Shift]

Silence...silence...silence...silence

[Verse 3: Tombstone of Graveyard Shift]

Fight, movin in the night

Daylight, takin slow paces might outrun the race

Never wanna rely on murda, enter my life

But life's so strange and hectic all backwards and shelled

The killin factor in jail

The streets is hell, you can tell by the smell

Off with his head oh well

You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the same

It's a shame how they watch you, stalk you

Pinnin every step I make, Knowin every breath I take

Makin it easy for the next man to get his hands on a .38

They be buckin on niggaz in these last days

But thanks for the fun

Can't stay focused, causin ruckus

The devil done play with the Earth like a puppet

Now we all in fucked shit

That's why silence is necessary don't tell 'em who you are by far

Don't you tell them...who you are

[Outro Repeated: Sin of Graveyard Shift]

Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

Won't Ez Up Tonight lyrics - Krayzie Bone

[Chorus]

Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous

Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight

Niggas on the street dont sleep until we eat it

We won't ease up tonight

even if it means we got to pop 'em

For the profit,we drop 'em

They,they,they die,they die,they die

Murda mo'

Kill some more

Murda mo'

Gotta kill some more

Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous

Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight

All my niggas better get that cash

until we get the cash

we wont ease up tonight

even if it means we got to pop 'em

For the profit we drop 'em

They,they,they die,they die,they die

Murda mo'

Kill some more

Murda mo'

Gotta kill some mo'

[verse 1:]

Oh,we dont have no money

We gotta get money for food on the table

For feedin the youngins

We steadily strugglin thuggin

Broke and we sellin more dope

Both the dummies and dum-dums

Come on back

Purchase some more

Now whether we mobbin or stick up a store

Fin to get us some dough

My niggas desperate

We aint ate shit since yesterday

but we got a gauge and plenty of shells

I'm smellin money--cash money

(money,money,money)

First baller we see

We run and buck him

Don't give him a chance to reach

all up under his seat

Now,what if he pull out some heat?

Shit,then we really got to kill him

Aint even worth it my nigga

Give up the dough

Dont flex!

My nigga dont try to be no hero

and be glad we only shot you in your legs

Could have been your head

Now what if that there victim was me?

Gettin robbed by these niggas that we

used to be

Id be muthafuckin dead!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

You know what we doin up on them police?

We never did love them

Muthafucka we buck 'em

We lucky they die

pullin that heat and beat 'em

Get your pump and we kill 'em all until we rise

If youre feelin me

Pick up your shit,nigga

Cause it's realer than realer,

than realer,than realer,than realer than

most of them niggas

Youre rollin with them niggas,hoes

And im knowin this

Pump up the revolution

Nigga,we go when you come

Join us in a battle and victory

Go down in history

This aint no mystery

Fuck 'em

Let the law end

Cause we simply get the raw end

Coffins open

Dump 'em all in

We can get down on them po-po

When we finished

They aint trippin no more

Get ready

Leave one of us (?)

So my troopers got something to hope for

When we rumble,crash,collide

Now we lockin up the enemy

What that guy did to me was crude and rude

And dont give a fuck about rules

We done been screwed

Been runnin the streets to long

We know every corner,cut,and alley

So when youre patrollin

Dont pull over the wrong Caddy

Never knowin whats on our minds

Were steadily bustin at these po-po

For the hard times

[Chorus]

Money,money,money

Shit dont be funny when you aint got no

money (money,money)

Bein rich is the shit cause you live so

lovely (lovely,lovely)

Never have to worry

About where you gon sleep or be hungry

(hungry,hungry)

But that's only if you got money

(money,money)

Ooh,ooh,ooh

If murda makes me richer

Then ill be a killa

[Chorus]

Sad Song (Skit) lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Shit

I've been a thug my whole motherfucking life

Struggling

Doing what the fuck I've got to do to survive

Bottom line

Thugline

You see me on T.V. but you don't really know me

Don't know the story of the warrior

And how I survived in this game

Nigga never had shit

Had to work to get it

Or I had to steal it

Most of the time I was hungry

That's why I did it

I ain't bullshittin, seventeen

I'm leavin the house, I need my own

Nigga done tried to be grown

And fucked around

Now I'm homeless on the streets

With my niggas I learned

About every drug

The heroine, the weed, the speed, the crack, the sherm

But we was broke and we couldn't afford it

But niggas was schemin and plottin on shit

Oh yes you know this

I come from a long line of thugs

Us strugglers hustle what we can rustle up

It might not have been too much

But we always got just enough, our hard times

Kept niggas together through all the windy weather

And nigga whenever you need somebody to roll

I'm goin to be there, you know me

A nigga stayed thug devoted in the streets

When I didn't have a place to sleep or shit to eat

My family goin through some pains

They struggle but they make out

My people off their hinges

And it was against our religion as a witness

So you know I really can't comprehend it

My mother and father told me:

don't mess with drugs and why you smokin?

I was right or wrong?

Can't understand it

If the purpose was to have a nigga struggle

I don't think they should have had me, had me

Think they never should of had me

As I drop to my knees can't you see I ain't happy?

I hope it won't be long, I hope it won't be long

Before I end this song, I wanna end this song

I hope it won't be long, it won't be long

I need to end this song, this sad song

I hope it won't be long, I hope it won't be long

Before I end this song, I need to end this song

I hope it won't be long, it won't be long

I need to end this song, sad song

I Still Believe lyrics - Krayzie Bone (feat. Mariah Carey)

[Mariah (Krayzie) x2]

No matter what baby

(Don't matter)

No matter what people say

(Don't matter what they say)

I'm gonna believe we can still be together

[Mariah]

Baby, I still believe and it's more than my imagination

It's so real, I know we're gonna be together

(I'm gonna believe we can still be together)

Baby I...

[Krayzie]

If you still believe (if you believe)

Then you will find everything you're searching for, maybe more

[Mariah]

But, boy you seem to be lost in uncertainty

But when you wake up

You will know you never should have let it go

[Krayzie]

Believe me, the feelin' has always been sure

I just wans't too certain that yours were legitimate

Genuine really the Real McCoy

[Mariah]

And after all this time you look into my eyes

And everything is still the same my love for you won't fade away

[Chorus]

Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination

It's so real, I know we gonna be together

Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination

Because I still believe we belong together

[Krayzie]

I'm still a believer of this

So stop just listen and look into my eyes

I want you to visualize and realize

And see that It'd never been to easy being Krayzie Bone

Temptation me blattin' with the persuasion rattlin' in my brain

Won't go insane

I figure that's why they be callin' me Krayzie cause I still maintain

But we gotta struggle through all them hard times

But I gotta tell ya peace and happiness is hard to find

Come on!

We can get together

And I won't try to make excuses and reasons

But these demons got me seein' things that's really misleadin' me

But maybe that's just my life

And maybe I'm just a thug

Cold hearted, but I can feel the love

Just keep the faith and don't brake it

Shake all them faker and haters

And ask me the " Will we make it?"

I'll say "Yeah, uh-uh"

You got to believe it

Ya got to believe it

[Chorus]

Baby, I still believe

(Don't matter, don't matter what they say)

And it's more than my imagination

It's so real, I know we're gonna be together

(You, you know, you know)

Baby I had a dream, and it's more than me imagination

(Baby I believe)

Because I still believe we belong together

(I still believe)

[Mariah]

If you wanna view paradise

Think about our lovin' baby

Nothin' could be closer to it

If we don't believe, we'll lose it

[Krayzie]

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

If you can still believe I can take you there

Come on and get down with the thug love that's in the air

It ain't no reason, reason to stop believin', -lievin'

Stay real and I'm a stay real right back

You know what I'm gettin' at

You the song gotta get control, and roll, roll, roll on

I still believe in keepin' it real enought to achieve it

I still believe simply just 'cause I still believe it

I believe it

[Chorus x2]

Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination

It's so real, I know we gonna be together

Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination

Because I still believe we belong together

[Krayzie]

No matter what baby

(Don't matter what...)

No matter what people say

(Don't matter what they say...)

I'm gonna believe we can still be together

Baby I...