(Krayzie) (chorus)
Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family
my family, this is my family this is my family my family
(Layzie)
Lord help me make up my mind
which way do I turn when there’s so much stress
surroundin’ me daily? This world’s so cruel and shady
and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy
me and yo’ baby brother we keeps it real
You’ll always be our lil’ nigga, and I know yo’ mama miss ya
Picture the day when I get my callin’ but until then
I guess i’m stuck [Oh Fuck]
The (team) knew I meant so much when I get to Heaven they’re
Boy what’s up? We can ride and roll, I know
without this Po-Po trailin’, bailin’
although in heaven betcha that’s a promise
Comin’ with tha bombs(bombs) niggaz can’t test this
creep if heat is all ya need
Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat
and the sack of weed straight out of control
Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters
and tha po-po as well
Figure need mail everybody need mail and we livin’ in hell
nigga really can’t tell, so I
Prepare for the worst and hope for the best
and the rest as written, some wanna treat my
like I’m forbidden, but I’m just lookin’ for the shit that’s hidden
Could I be? Come a little bit closer
why you cautious when you approaches?
Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo’ Thug
breakaz fittin’ ta take shit over
Under my halo pray mo’ say Mo’ Thug wit love
to tha depth that tha game goes
Die all you hoes, foes, and you po-pos.
(w/ Ken Dawg) Nigga better roll than get rolled over
we shuttin’ shit down, and you
know a nigga love to get buck wild
pow come fuck wit me now [now, now]
(Krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..
(Bizzy)
Thug loves it my hood is drug prison (?)
is my mission, we heatin’ shit why vision?
Be crooked ever hanous sin is beginnin’ of my endin’ (?)
Why is my mind spinnin? (?)I’ll say hey, fuck it
my family ain’t livin’ for nothin’ but strugglin
was one of the reasons I’m thuggin
instead of (straight) hustlin’ what was i luvin Somebody tell me somethin
what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what’ll you touch me
you’ll fuck it all up for the love of (lust)
hoes I love you so, but unlike my friend you’re just my foe
Peace till the end of the road cause we’re all gone
But no, nigga don’t lose your (soul)
But it so slow Trust in mine, alright then we can roll.[roll, roll]
(Krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..
(Wish)
Cause you’re, too young,mama, and daddy, when ya
lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y’all breakin’ up
Doin’it layin’ down. What went wrong?
Was it me? But I ain’t mad at’cha
cause outta all that shit I got two sista’s and a brother
and I learned to harmony
On the streets, on tha Clair, that’s where
I’m from y’all, on the streets of tha Clair
that’s where I met Bone Thugs y’all it’s gettin’ time to be a man
gotta get out tha house cause I can’t stand mommy’s man
he talks with his hand
Come come creep on tha streets with me
that’s where I learned how to sell drugs
it’s where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs
it’s necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine
so I creep and I (grind) (?) give it up but get down
And I know that shit was wrong but
don’t blame me, blame tha thugsta in me
Cause that’s where that shit comes from [comes from]
Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin’ but survivors, (?)
we survivors,that’s why we be..
(Krayzie)
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..
Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy
don’t fuck around and get zipped in a body bag off in tha grave and yo
brains’ll be hangin’ damaged by bodies dragged off
Everyday we see mo’ niggaz hatin’, fakin’, playa
(hation’) it’s getting contagious, why do these niggaz
think they can break us
When I grab my pump y’all niggaz better try to grab
what’s left of yo’ chest
niggaz be talkin’ and then
they get caught up in shit,
now meet them faces of death
We let’em keep talkin’ man they dog us man it’s all the same
But what did we gain by givin’ you niggaz fame?
( [Flesh] So we let the records show)
Tha 44 magnum tag’em (stacked) like them
niggaz that try to compete with the platinum hollerin
callin’ me follow me down to tha corner slip
up and you’re gonna get blasted
What do you wanna test me for? Jealous then nigga drop
Nigga we picture platinum despite em triggers be cocked everytime
To tha 99 times out of 100 we gon’ hit somebody,
somebody gon take us too [Yeah] y’all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies mo mileage
y’all finally smokin’ that grass
Nigga pass tha (pump)
aye rep (we takin) a loss and wakin up in
their coffin.
Oh nigga that try get to spanked and get diss man but when we come they run
but we’re gonna catch’em and one day
God forgive me I don’t know what got to me, but then me thinkin they'll all fall down way down face down, ain’t got nothin but love them niggaz
wanna test my nuts sayin’ nigga you know that[that, that, that]
You know we gettin them [say nigga you know that, that, that, that]
bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz
[ I figures you knowthat, that, that,that] (?). Layzie take the body bag
[You niggaz should know that,that, that, that]
Yeah,yeah,[my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that]
yeah yeah. It’s 19 90 90 90 90 90...it’s almost
1990 90 90 90 90, it’s almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9... [FART]
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