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...

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