 (feat. Phil Collins)
[Layzie Bone]
I been stuck in the struggle
And I wonder if i'll ever combubble
I'm gettin' caught up in the tussle
Instead of usin' my muscle
And everytime I extend my heart to my mother
Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle
Sometimes I sit and I wonder
If a nigga pull my number
If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a self program
I'ma pump my fist
I'm stayin' ready for this
And you can put this on Wish
I'll never see the abyss
And when I needed a ride
You wouldn't give me a lift
And now I'm poppin' my cris
You niggas all on my dick
I wanna change the world
You wanna change ya life
I woulda put up a fight
If I knew it was right
They say everything happin' for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas pleadin'
Needin' general assistance
I'm here needin' public housing
I'm here tryna make ends meet
Tryna get on their feet
But see the rollin so cloudy
And I know what you don't know
You better get on your mission and get down for your dough
See the real niggas ready out here taking control
See I'm screamin' out Mo'
With my pockets on swoll
Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house
Quit bringin' distress to my spouse
Casuse I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out
If you niggas try to run up on the Bone
I'ma show you like this I'ma pull out my chrome
I don't wanna have to send a nigga home
Lord please take me home
Come and take me home
[Chorus]
[Phil Collins]
So take, take me home,
Cause I dont remember,
Take, take me home,
Cause I dont remember,
Take, take me home
Cause I dont remmeber
Take, take me home
Cause I dont remember
[Krayzie Bon
But we finally made it
Stay dedicated to the music we made yeah
Now it's on Bone Thug
Leave alone, came back the next year
Number 1 platinum song it blew up from the go
And what do you know (Oh no)
Eazy, rest his soul
Left us in the mess, I don't regret it
But we better get up and get it, go
Everythang's gon' wrong
Since you left Bone, it never been right
I knew it woulda been on
We woulda been tight
We would of been in the zone ridin' so high
Up in the game fire, does, lie
See we used to love makin' music
We was always in the studio, groovin'
We kept it movin', we was ready to do it (Right)
But you know I'm goin' through it
And ain't feelin this rap thing right now
They got me trippin' ready to flip
They got me trippin' ready to come get my chips
They got me trippin' loadin' the clips
They trippin', Lord I feel like I'm losin' it right
now (Right now, now)
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I'll never give in
I'll never give up
I'll let 'em live in
They sinnin'
They pretend to be tough, Pretend to be touch,
Pretend to be blessed
They want money and women, it's never enough
Take in a breath slow nobody knows just too much
You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so,
We give 'em the dough
Fired out, laughin' up
When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk
And to the grave, I been one of the brave
Not one of the slaves, and one of the paid,
And I'll be one of the saved, stay hatin' the fake
On the television runnin' 'round tellin' niggas you better behave
Guard Leathaface and the grin right up under my face
I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate
Sweet as the cake, I take another breath and shake
And swallow my pride it's all about heartache, hard to wait
Lost mommy, poppy left home
I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit listen to his records out of his selction
His game is probably
Rubbin' my mind in ah zone,
Cryin' for life to be gone
Just me and my destiny let's roll, let's roll
[Chorus]
[Wish]
When I lost my Uncle Charle a part of me went wrong
And it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong
We just wanted him to see what we do
You motivated us at the shows we see too
And I really hope u live through what we spit on these songs
You might have through somethin' hopin' nothin' like Bone
Like one said we'd never make it
Like two, thirty mil in they faces
And i really thought the zone would put us on and he left
Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs
The music nigga make it back, scandlous
But faith kicked in and the world shows and we winnin' now
Gotta keep it comin' food in my baby's mouth
And things have changed like relationships
Ain't did nothin', now you wanna flip
Suin' me for things you would've never made on your own
Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood
Buy a bigga home
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone
You can really help a brotha if it ain't meant to be
Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee
I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs
Lord just guide em' home, guide 'em home
[Chorus]
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