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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Greatest Hits Album Lyrics



Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Greatest Hits Lyrics






Carole Of The Bones (Intro)

Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone Bone Bone Bone
(BONE. BONE. BONE. BONE)
(repeats in the background)

Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzie, Wish and Flesh
Mighty, mighty warriors

East 99. Eternal thugs
Thuggish Ruggish Bone

Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone Bone Bone Bone
Bone Bone Bone Bone
(repeating stops at this point)

Thuggish ruggish
BONE
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Thuggish Ruggish Bone

[Intro]
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs (thugs thugs)

[Shatasha Williams]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Layzie Bone]
Your feelin' the strength of the rump
Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel
Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoples cause we so real
Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin
Bring on that ammunition, trippin' on sip
Not to mention, never knew no competition
But i gotta get mine, so scream out, mo, and let me hear ya holla
Not about that mighty dollar
Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow
Chain gang, remains the same
Flamin my dank and drinkin brew
Thinkin about hangin, clockin my bank, and thuggin trues, foo's

[Shatasha Williams]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Wish Bone]
Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas
You know me as a hustla
Try to creep and get deep, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under
Straight jackets, gotta make that money, man
It's still the same now, bailin in my black trench vest
You gotta be down to bang bang
Come and get this teachin, ya soldiers how thugstas must slack
Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back

[Shatasha Williams]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Krayzie Bone]
Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa)
Loc'in, steady chokin off that potent smoke
and runnin from the po-po now
Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas
Puff, puff puff to the brain shot
Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk
Old English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk
They pump bone, so leave 'em alone
You don't wanna get shut down
Thug runnin the nine-quad,
and you better beleive they be wantin this thug style
So what now? see the bone thug claim,
thug never gonna change, so flame up
Sit back and just smoke the same cut,
Leatherface on the creep, I came up

[Shatasha Williams]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give it on up to the glock glock
Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow
The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock
So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up
And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims
Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest
And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest
And gotta get through my soul,
but they won't budge, mud, drug me victim
The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me
Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so
To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's
St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's
And a buck to all my enemies

[Shatasha Williams]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5]

We got Layzie and
We got Krayzie
Bizzy's in the house
Wish is in the house
And Flesh
And Tasha
Cleveland's definiteley in the house

It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x6]
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Writer: Anthony Henderson, Steven Howse, Bryon McCane, Kenneth Louis McCloud, Tim Middleton, Charles Scruggs
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY




Foe Tha Love Of $

Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now

Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And b**** if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my n**** sin at home
Polishin' that mac-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo s***
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
We wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So n**** don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause flesh be lovin' this money

I'm given uo love to the hustlas
All them st.clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, what up?
Gotta get that business on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money

[Chorus]
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! here comes the muthaf***in' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthaf***as don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthaf*** 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as f*** is my game
Easy muthaf***in e or eric wright it's all the same
Now n****s might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it b****
For the love of this s***
Muthaf***a!

[Chorus]
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime every time
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip with me click
Rollin' with ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, b****
Ya better respect rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' thing wild, and follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money

N**** down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
Days
When n****s was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' n****, ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give you the cash, oh, that was your a**
Cause me and me n**** was hungry
And b****, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, bone raw doggin', so n**** just make tha s*** simple and run
To catch one n**** me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause b**** you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Stayed rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
N**** drug-dealin', needing a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these n****s be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a n**** thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money

Yeah, bone in the muthaf***in' house for the nine-quats n****
Yeah, rollin' with ruthless records in this b****
My n****s, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
And I'm that n****, Krayzie Bone, in the muthaf***in' house
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Writer: BRYON MC CANE, CHRISTOPHER JASPER, CHRISTOPHER H JASPER, ERNIE ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




1st Of Tha Month

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day
And I won't f*ck wit' me, why?
'Cause it's the first of the month
And now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin'
Come, come we got the blunts and rum
From jumpin' all night, we high
Hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo
Double up, nigga, what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d
Fiend for the green leaves
Double up for the first, fo' sho, better lay low
Because the po-po creep when they roll slow (solo)
Break, if you can't get away, better toss that yayo
Keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration, love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime
Finna creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill
If we got the food, ooh, you know it's the first of the month
And, my nigga, we chills for real

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Wake up and I see that my sister was already dressed
She said, "I'ma run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check," nigga, that's the mailman
Sort through the mail and put it up into me pocket
So I be headed to 99 to get me a dub for 40 duckets
But ain't no bucket, ride that RTA
Hop on the 10 to the Claire
Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs
And to cash that dum, man, I gotta get paid
Playa, playa, holla, holla
St. Claire got much to offer
Whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the Glock-Glock for some dollars, so
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so f*ck them po-po
Toss all that yayo then roll with a pound and stay low
Runnin' through the alley into the melee
Up on the second the sun down
Those run from January, November, December
I'm lovin' the first of the month

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Gotta grind, gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim and I slang on that double 9
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a 40, can a thug get love?
What's up?
Try to slang on my corner, nigga you's a goner
St. Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money come back
Nigga get pap-pap
From the first to the fifteenth, niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save, gotta come up
Put my rocks on the cut
When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts or no losses
Dumpin', keepin' this niggas up off me
See, gotta search the whole block, spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed, up early in the mornin'
Stretchin', I'm yawnin'
Lightweight, bent, chugga-lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I got geeked with my trues
But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on
Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know, did your O.G. check come? (Sure, put me down)
I'ma hop on the bus with Biz (yo, brother, let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of the skunk
Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the first come around
Now I be freakin' me Black N Mild
Headed cross town 'cause niggas the first gets celebrated
Rushin' to the block 'cause I want to get faded
Lookin' all wild 'cause I'm gettin' me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the first, just call me that pro slang
Them nickels and dimes and twenties and fifties
The first be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes
Come, come with the ease, I gotta get paid
On the first gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlaz and the Graveyard Shift
On the first

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up
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Writer: Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Charles Scruggs, Michael Jerome Powell, Stanley Howse, Steven Howse, Tim Middleton, Tony Cowan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.




Shoot Em Up

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

[Layzie Bone]
Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
Now, that you know like that
These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
In fact, I'm at the track in the back
With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
We straight, get high, so high,
That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay
Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners

[Krayzie Bone]
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off
And ah, and ah to f*ck with the wrong motherf*ckers
They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
We got something to put you back into your truck quick
Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat
Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin'
What have I got to make sure they lit him up good
And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair
Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland
You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'
If somebody got beef, we got millions done made
I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
And flip up my mind and whenever you think I'm quiet
I get plots on the riot riot bang
That's way ya get em' man, get 'em, man, get 'em, man
Sneak up on em' and you kill em' and they won't f*ck with ya no more
You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.

[Wish Bone]
Come on, come on, don't be shy
Let's get high

[Krayzie Bone]
We got that herb

[Wish Bone]
If you want some, want some
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
But lately gotta roll with my gun
Cause the haters they hate me
Wanna hurt that nigga, Bone, niggas somehow, someway get paid
And quit playa hatin'
That buck to the bang, everything I got, I got 'cause we rhyme
Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
And if you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you
So either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown
Bone gon' on with your bad self, now hey, hey, hey
Blowin' up your face with your pistols
And get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang
Nigga wanna roll with Bone, it's on, cause nigga, we cool, we cool
Don't forget, playa haters get that buck to the bang
All up in that body, got him, got him
We won't be slippin', we just might be peepin' you all the time
I'm comin', I'm gunnin' and I put that on the double nine

[Bizzy Bone]
Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look to floss
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner, creepin' up
Here come them soldiers pullin' up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' up out your shit
You runnin' with a gang of bitches for you
Ready when I'm ready to do it you
It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be f*ckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
I still ball, and I know when ya roll
I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
We can show it, and since I'm a flow, and it's all of y'all realer
My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down.

[Hook repeated to fade]
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Writer: TIM MIDDLETON, ANTHONY HENDERSON, STANLEY HOWSE, STEVEN HOWSE, O'KELLY JR. ISLEY, ERNIE ISLEY, MARVIN ISLEY, RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH BERNARD ISLEY, CHRISTOPHER HOWARD JASPER, SHAWN MCFADDEN, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management




Buddah Lovaz

[Bizzy]
Shit

[Layzie]
Nigga, it's the niggas night out tonight, nigga
[Howling]

[Krayzie]
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep rollin', smokin', and chokin'

[All]
Buddah lovaz
Gotta learn to smoke the buddah

[Bizzy]
I'm so glad you showed me, Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh

[Krayzie]
Reefer really makes me happy

[Krayzie (Layzie)]
Hydro, me just can't let a me high go
Me smokin' upon that hydro
Me just can't let a me high go

[Layzie, Flesh, Krayzie]
Smo-, smo-, smokin' that hydro
won't, won't let a me high go
Water the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack
A sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water, the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water . . .
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, sack

[Layzie]
I'm takin' a hit of the bud, gotta give love to my thugs
Smokin, not chokin', now what?

[Krayzie]
I'm f*cked up
That hydro really got me buzzed, me buzzed

[Bizzy]
Keep rollin', (smokin',) and chokin'
Nothin' but the Bone in me

[Bizzy]
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Box of blunts, come get drunk
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Sack of skunk, come get drunk

[Krayzie]
It's sneakin' upon me
Wine
Follow me down the nine-nine
and you will find all of me kind every time

[Layzie]
Drinkin' me wine, double your crime
When a me roll down the nine-nine
A stream of bullets and unload
With a me right way down your . . .

[Krayzie]
Buddah
Choke up with a me buddah
Smoke jump outta me buddah

[Flesh]
Hittin' that hydro, lettin' me school ya

[Bizzy]
Oh, that buddah in your lungs and up
That buddah fool ya

[All]
It's nothin' but the Bone in me
Hey, keep hittin' that reefer sendin' me straight to heaven

[Bizzy]
If ya got a bag of tweed, well, blaze it with me, fool

[Krayzie]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steady be losin' me balance

[Layzie]
It's a Bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Maintain, maintain

[Bizzy and Flesh]
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Remain the same
. . . number one
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Writer: ANTHONY HENDERSON, CHARLES SCRUGGS, MARIAH CAREY, STEVEN JORDAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Days Of Our Livez

[Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony]
Bone (xalot)
Wasteland soldier, These are the days of our lives

I be struggling & hustling & thugging it forever
Come & look deeply in my eyes [x3]
I be struggling & hustling & thugging it forever & ever

Bone (xalot)
we gotta prepare [x3] for eternal warfare
[repeat 3]

Only time will tell who dies, these are the days of our lives
Come look deeply in my eyes, these are the days of our lives
See the murder mortalise, see the murder mo, these are the days of our lives
These are the days of our lives, these are the days of our lives

[CHORUS: 2x]
Now come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugz
We more than thugz, more than thugz, more than thugz
With just a little twist of harmony we smokin' lethal warriors
We warriors, We warriors, we warriors

[Layzie Bone]
Eternally thugz here i come telling them soldier stories
Been daily collecting my lessons, without any questions
Without any questions, stressing no restin, we journey this blessin'
Shift in the game rearrange ya thangs
cause once the world was bringin' me down
Mesmerized controlled by the other side, but the devil was in my town
looking for me

[Wish Bone]
But he won't find me in time, f*cking with Bone and he liking these rhymes
We rhyme better believe it all the time, nigga we live
We straight up soldiers, Betta nigga done told ya, told ya
We raw before we go broke, nigga we robbin you all, all of you all, all you

[Krayzie Bone]
Yo my dawgs if you call or you fall
You depend on that nigga wherever then I will be there, lean on me
But let us get rid of the enemies be staying a while, while
But if you think you can hang, hang, hang

[Chorus (x2)]

[Layzie Bone]
Finally in the studio, you all know we roll hydro everytime we rhyme
I'm high, look at me deeply in my eyes, I rise to the top of my game
No way that I had to run, no way that I had to turn
Sherm, but a lot of these niggas won't learn
But the money I earn won't burn So come again

[Wish Bone]
Betta watch that Mack 10 nigga this one's for me and my friends
We steadily rollin', I told ya keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones
pap pap, put it all in the ground, yeah Bone, Yeah we used to get down
With the clack, back, put it on the ground, now get down

[Bizzy Bone]
Well it must be dawse, hydro, wanna roll my indo
Sittin all alone in ah my window, little Eazy bless his soul, It's so cold
Little Eazy got stress for the peeps, the streets
And none of these phonies hardly knew him
But still wanna pop the bitch locing bitch locing.

[Chorus (x2)]

[Bizzy Bone]
And it ain't no mystery the pistol'll be and i better put it under my seat
Betta read the scriptures sister, reach any or all of my readers
Said it ain't, it maybe double me up and get one foe my friends
Twenty, twen, twen, we biddin' on bud the bids at a fin
So who wanna bag? Who wanna bag?
You wanna bag? You wanna bag? You got a bag, sold!
So I'm sending my dawg to the liqour store for the blunts to roll
Only the Lord can tell who dies
So pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together my love

[Krayzie Bone]
My lody Lord, maintain, it's hard cause I'm a soldier at war
Cause everbody wanna try to bring out the devil in me
But the evils ain't better than me, weed keeps me at ease
Take notes cause here it comes
The murder mo comin' to carry you, oh you oh
Wake up and they sittin and pulling their gauge out, Murder
And they put it up to your temple and we blow your brains out, Die

[Chorus (x4)]
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Writer: TIM MIDDLETON, JAMES HARRIS, ANTHONY HENDERSON, STEVEN HOWSE, TERRY LEWIS, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management




Tha Crossroads

Bone bone bone bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
When there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And whatcha gonna do?
When there ain't no where to hide (tell me what)
When judgment comes for you ('cause it's gonna come for you)

Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy sees Uncle Charlie
Little boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I don't roll with blows like AIDS, look to where they lay
When playin' with destiny, plays too deep for me to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all twenty-four-seven days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keepin' me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race with a chance to face the judge
And I'm guessin' my soul won't budge
Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs
Ooh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll
Can I get a witness let it unfold
We livin' our lives to eternal our soul aye-oh-aye-oh

Pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll
Whether is tell of his heaven
Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone
Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo
It's steadily creepin' up on the family
Exactly how many days we got lastin'
While you laughin' we're passin', passin' away
So y'all go rest y'all souls
'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads
Y'all know y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs, baby

Now Eazy's long gone
Really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die
Gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog?
And man, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all
And he shouldn't be gone, in front of his home
What they did to Boo was wrong
Ooh, so wrong, oh, so wrong
Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong
When the day comes
Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on (lean on)

Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads

And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone, long gone)
And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone)
And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone)
And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone, long gone)
And I'm gonna miss everybody

Livin' in a hateful world sendin' me straight to heaven
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world sendin' me straight to heaven
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world sendin' me straight to heaven
That's how we roll
And I'm askin' the good Lord why it's I?
He told me we live to die

What's up with murder y'all? See my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us, dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'
And Krayzie intended on endin' it when it ends
Wanna come again, again and again
Now tell me whatcha gonna do?

Can somebody anybody tell me why?
Hey, can somebody, anybody tell me why we die, we die?
I don't wanna die (oh, wrong)

Oh, so wrong
Oh, wrong

See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads)
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads
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Writer: Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Christopher Jasper, Bryon Mc Cane
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Unison Rights S.L.




Thug Luv

[2Pac]
Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA
nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
I don't give a f*ck where you lay at
it's time to slay these bitch made niggas

[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

[2Pac]
they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

[Bizzy]
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me f*ck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine f*ck dem niggas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland

[2Pac]
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
put your motherf*cking hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas
and slug it out or be like punks and punk it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

[Layzie]
Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherf*ckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt
F*ckin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya
So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War
Putting niggas on the floor
when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
trying to put a twist in this thugsta
era Paired up with a nigga like Pac
and a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky
but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry
So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

[Krayzie]
Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't f*ck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga
Artillery thick and you don't want to get to f*ckin with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for
They don't know a motherf*cker with a leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah
A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
so get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

[Wish]
Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking f*ckin domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play f*ckin wit nothin but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level nigga
get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red
F*ck with mine will be see in the moonlight
cause we out ridin looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
put a card in the motherf*cker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

[Bizzy]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
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Writer: TUPAC SHAKUR, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS, TONY COWAN, ANTHONY HENDERSON, TIM MIDDLETON, STEVEN HOWSE, STANLEY HOWSE
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Songtrust Ave




Notorious Thugs

And Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
(This is a lake of fire, but I can't even hold on)

It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)

Notorious thugs
Nothing but them thugsters
Nothing but them thugster thugsters
Notorious thugs
Nothing but them thugsters
Nothing but them thugster thugsters

It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (notorious thugs)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugster thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (notorious thugs)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (nothing but them thugsters)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust, label us notorious
Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sittin' here tryin' to win, tryin' not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins
Nigga, you should too if you knew what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
F*cked a few female stars or two
Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike, shit
Not to be f*cked with
Motherf*cker better duck quick
'Cause me and my dawgs love to buck shit
F*ck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' gat, call yo' clique
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I gots to light one
All them niggas I got to fight one
All them hoes I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gon' do? Fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and B.I.G., nigga die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
"Cash rule everything around me"
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me
F*ck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it
Nigga with a Benz f*ckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who's the killa, me or you?

(We forgive you, for you know not what you do)

Seven A.M., woke in the mornin'
With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of those
Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean
Make it gleam, deep in my temple and not to get
Sentimentally steamed, wit' my
Instrumelody and heated especially for your team
And a .45 indeed will beam
In between the scenes destroy your dreams
You willin' to die? We'll see
How many flee when I cause the scene?
We mean mug, Mo Thugs
Trained to be perfect disciples
When it's survival, tongue is a double-edged sword
Triple, six rivals spittin' fire
This the real truth, bitch, breakin' out for lies
My Messiahs better get ready for Armageddon, shit's expired
It's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Clair
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now contender, never no surrender, no pretend
Pick up my pen in my hand
One of my trusted friend friend, hey
Open the last seal for real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin
Baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin'
In daily recruitin', there's a thug born every day in the ghetto
We start 'em off little and give them a bottle
And a pen and a pad to hit the label, kick it, nigga

Nigga roll with Bone up into the thug spot
To the dome wit' a shot of Bird
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin' that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as f*ck, Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve
Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off
Get 'em hauled off, nigga y'all loss
Take it all off, got a nigga car door
For the pump now Leatherface, Sin runnin' thuggin' and cuttin'
Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin'
Bitch, if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that's f*cked up
Now let me get down for the grind
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get down for the crime
Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But really be servin' them dummies, see?
Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin' like
"Give me back me money"
Thuggin' with me killers
Need us a litre of liquor but niggas ain't got shit
But a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get bent?
Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves but I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money, so I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke

It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture
Finna get you and hit you with magic
Droppin' down lead but I call it my gadgets
With an automatic status, we spray
Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not
There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight
And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue
Biggie, blue's on my ass
Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'?"
Grab artillery, a nigga start packin'
'Cause a motherf*cker tried to get me in a jackin'
And I did him, hit him right between the eyes, the spot was wise
Wanna test a nigga size and it cost him
Nigga f*ck around with the wrong shit
Y'all get Mo murdered all day (all day)
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with number one, one?
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum

It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie Biggie (everybody, everybody)

Ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
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Writer: Anthony Henderson, Bryon Mccane, Christopher Wallace, Sean Puffy Combs, Steven Howse, Steven Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Breakdown

[Birds chirping.]
[Layzie:]
Over, over. Don't break down yet, it's over.
Over, over. Don't break down yet, it's over.
Over, over.

[Wish:]
Steady breakin' me on down.
Mariah:
Oooh.
[Wish:]
Break, breakdown. Steady breakin' me on down.
Break, breakdown. Steady breakin' me on down.

[Mariah:]
You called yesterday to basically say that you care for me, but that you're
just not in love.
Immediately, I pretended to be feeling similarly, and led you to believe I was
O.K. to just walk away from the one thing that's unyeilding and sacred to me.

[Mariah:]
Well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and I'm going to extremes
to prove I'm fine without you, but in reality I'm slowly losing my mind
underneath the guise of a smile. Gradually, I'm dying inside. Friends ask me
how I feel, and I lie convincingly, 'cause I don't want to reveal the fact that
I'm suffering, so I wear my disguise 'til I go home at night, and turn down all
the lights, and then I break down and cry.

[Mariah:]
So what do you do when somebody you're so devoted to suddenly just stops loving
you? And it seems they haven't got a clue of the pain that rejection is putting
you through. Do you cling to your pride and sing "I will survive?" [Krayzie:
Gotta get control and roll, roll, roll on.]
Do you lash out and say, "How dare
you leave this way?" Do you hold on in vain as they just slip away?

[Mariah:]
Well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant [Wish: Break, breakdown. Steady
breakin' me on down.]
about it, and I'm going to extremes to prove I'm fine
without you, but in reality I'm slowly losing my mind underneath the guise of a
smile. Gradually, I'm dying inside. Friends ask me how I feel, and I lie
convincingly, 'cause I don't want to reveal the fact that I'm suffering, so I
wear my disguise 'til I go home at night, and turn down all the lights, and
then I break down and cry.

[Wish:]
Gonna break ya down, down, down, only if ya let it [Don't let it.]. Everyday
crazy situations rockin' my mind tryin' to break me down, but I won't let it.
Forget it. If ya feel the same way that I do, then let me help y'all, all
singin' tunes, sayin' "It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, yeah."
Hopin' for the sun, but it looks like rain, P.O.D'ed, but it's still the same.
Came far, but it's been a long road. Trouble's gonna come but we gotta stay
strong. Hold on.

[Krayzie:]
Aw, yeah, I often feel the pressures, y'all, but nevertheless Krayzie won't
fall. It's over. It's endin' here [here]. I said it's over. It's endin' here
[here], so I'll be on my way, and maybe we can meet up in the future one day,
but for now I'm bailin', bailin'. Bailin', baby, gotta get up, can't take no
more. I'm headed for the door, come and take a look into a thug humble eye.
Tell me: if we lived a lie, would our souls unite?

[Layzie:]
Every new day is a test for me, so I just pray the Lord for Him to bless me,
please. There's struggles I'm goin' through lately, breaks me down, set me
free. Let me be. Let me be. Who else do I have to rely on? Whose shoulder can a
thug go cry on? Can I get my vibe on? While you look into my eyes, you won't
underestimate, and this soldier story, I'm'a tell you right now I'm fed up.
Wrong if I let my lead bust? Hard to keep your head up. Don't let this world
get the best of you, I'm a stress you through it, if it's over, over, over.
Don't breakdown yet, it's over.

[Mariah:]
Well, I guess I'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and I'm going to extremes
to prove I'm fine without you, but in reality I'm slowly losing my mind
underneath the guise of a smile. Gradually, I'm dying inside. Friends ask me
how I feel, and I lie convincingly, 'cause I don't want to reveal the fact that
I'm suffering, so I wear my disguise 'til I go home at night, and turn down all
the lights, and then I break down and cry.
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: MARIAH CAREY, SEAN COMBS, ANTHONY HENDERSON, STEVEN A JORDAN, CHARLES SCRUGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




All Good

[Krayzie:]
Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo . . .
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, and we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug.
[Felecia:]
It's all good. My lovin's all good.

[Felecia:]
Lately, you've been stressin' me about when I'm a give you some, callin' me,
jockin' me, sweatin' me, gonna rush me none, 'cause when the time is right I'm
gonna let you know, and that's for sure. So wait on me patiently and see what
I got in store, 'cause I'm gonna represent to the fullest. I'll be there and I
promise you no regrets. Just put your trust in me, and baby, I promise this
shit is legit [legit, legit, legit . .

[Felecia:]
It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good.
You know it's all good, all good, all good.
[Krayzie:]
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good.
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me.

[Felecia:]
If I told you once, then I told you twice. You gotta get to know me. There's
more to a relationship then jumpin' in the sheets, and if that's all you want,
then you better go, 'cause that ain't me. I don't give my love to just
anybody. If I'm not correct, then prove me wrong, and just hold on.
Gradually, you will see, just how good it'll be. When the time is right, I'll
ease your mind with a little bump and grind. Fantasies full of ecstasy: we'll
have a real good time.

[Felecia:]
It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good.
You know it's all good, all good, all good.

[Krayzie:]
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good.
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me.

[Krayzie:]
Since it's all good, baby, we can get it on. Hey, you wanna ride? Krayzie
Bone. Come and jump in the Benz and tell your friends you will get with them
later. Come and let me take ya. Got a couple things I wanna show ya. I'm
really tryin' to know ya. I'm just curious: is it really all good? You
serious? I'm serious. If it is, then I gotta jump on it, ride it--ghetto
cowboy. Surprise, you thought I was quiet. I never was shy, baby. Niggas
just act like that. Lay back, but don't let that fool ya, rule ya. Really
give that the nigga the bag, 'cause we won't have time to talk. I've been
peepin' for a minute now [Yep, yep, yep . . .], and I know just where I'm a
start. Let me listen to your heartbeat. Boomp, boomp, racin' intense
situation. Is it gettin' kind of hot in here? Naw, that's you. Temperature's
risin', so am I.

[Felecia:]
It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good.
You know it's all good, all good, all good.

[Krayzie:]
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good.
Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: ANTHONY HENDERSON, FELECIA NICOLE LINDSEY, ISMAEL ANGEL LEDESMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Greatest Hits is a greatest hits double album that was released on November 16, 2004, by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. It features Bone's most popular songs between the years 1994 and 2002.

The album spent 47 weeks in the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart, peaking at No.30.
Performed By: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Romeo Antonio
Length: 118:50
Released: November 16th, 2004
Year: 2004

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