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yall ready , yeh , krayzie jackson i wanna take this time out right now to holla at my dawgs, my bone thug niggas |
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Yo, what up my nigga? |
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Yeah it's been a minute since |
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I saw yaI hear your lawyer still tryin to get that appeal for ya |
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Wanted to holla and tell ya what's poppin but you probly |
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Already know we been goin through problems, anyway |
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IHear you been excercisin and gettin strong in the mind |
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I hear you been searchin for |
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God inside |
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The KoranThat's cool man, |
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I been prayed up myself |
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I pray for my health and stress way less for wealth now |
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I'm still a soldier but |
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I'm tryin to be one for |
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JehovahWe in the |
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Last Days and tha |
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Last Days is almost over |
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We all older now, my minds much stronger now |
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I can see in ya letters ya vocabulary's broader now |
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I wish we woulda been this smart before we let this game rip us apart |
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But we forgot that |
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God was our heart, heart |
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But dont even sweat it my nigga stay strong |
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And we gon kick it when u come home, my nigga |
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Flesh n Bone, |
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Flesh n Bone[Chorus] |
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I remember, remember back in the day |
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When we all used to hang, |
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YeahBack in the hood that was a everyday thang |
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Yall remember, how we got in this game |
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We was all in the same |
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But it came to fame and thangs changed, thangs changed[Verse 2] |
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What up Lay? |
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Hope you and ya family okay |
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I don't even know where |
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I should begin cause |
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I got so many things to say |
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We been dawgs since the |
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Seventh Grade, the |
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Seventh Grade |
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Struggled together for a better way, and better days |
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We was Kid n |
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Play, Kriss |
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Kross and all them niggaz |
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They called you the light one and of course |
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I was the dark skinned one |
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Hey! You was the human beat box and |
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I was the rapper |
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In the battles in between classes, those days |
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They ain't the same no more, we don't even hang no more |
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We let the fame destroy something's that's worth way more |
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Cause friends are kinda hard to come by ain't no tellin these days |
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We should of seen it comin' ain't no trustin these snakes |
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But all in all, we had a ball |
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And even though we took a fall, it's not for long fa sho! |
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We'd be some damn fools if we let silly ego's |
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Come between some damn trues and cause a fam fued (my nigga, my nigga)[Chorus][Verse3] |
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Wish, my nigga, |
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I can clearly remember |
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See me and you go way back to that day and night in |
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NovemberOr was it |
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December? |
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When you was mobbin tryin to rob some niggaz |
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And I was out, put the slug in the pump and |
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I cocked it nigga |
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But I had my finger still on the trigger, |
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Oh my God, my nigga |
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Screamin at me like "You shot me nigga!" and |
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I was shocked my nigga |
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My ears started ringin, |
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I was tweakin, blood was squirtin |
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You was swervin on the curb man, word man |
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Rushed to |
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Even though you |
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Emergency, coppers came and arrested metold them |
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I didn't do it they cuffin me |
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We told them we was just chillin and niggaz hit us |
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Half dead and ain't snitchin now that's the realest, that was the realest |
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That's why we still down, what's really real now |
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Make ya feel how, we in it to win it with a ill style |
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You suckas better recognize, better check it |
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When Krayzie and |
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Wish head over |
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ThugLine Records nigga[Chorus][Verse 4] |
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I ain't forgot ya |
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Bizzy Bone, what's happenin? |
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We was always in some action every night straight to brackin its crackin |
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We walked the streets together, starvin, ain't eat together |
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Slept outside in zero below, it's gon freeze together |
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I remember |
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I went to the county |
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And when I got out you went to bustin your pistol, nigga you rowdy |
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Now how'd all of a sudden it gettin so cloudy, so cloudy |
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They say Krayzie got problems with |
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Bizzy, that's why they, they breakin up |
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Only problem |
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I had was you runnin out on the band |
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But you explained to me deeper and now |
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I understand |
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So why is niggaz beefin when there's cheese to get and bread to stack |
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And head's to crack, we got a deadly rap |
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Nigga together we the coldest, coldest |
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The realest |
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East 99 soldiers, soldiers |
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United we ball, divided we fall |
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When Bone come back we silence 'em all |
