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Everyday it was almost the same thang |
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'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest |
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What you are about to hear will portray |
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The image of a young black male living everyday life |
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In the ghetto today |
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So Bone, drop dat |
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[Bizzy] |
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(You know what?) Live like a hustla |
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'Cause I ain't with bein' broke |
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I'm rollin' ****, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke |
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I'm gettin' richer everyday because |
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I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack |
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So I just wait to pull the trigger back |
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I sell a twenty, a ten, and I won't let you slide |
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I need all ten, and I ain't takin' nine ninety-nine |
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So how you figure you're gettin' up around the Bone? |
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You try to gank, you catch some blows to your damn dome |
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Don't take no shorts, that's why I'm climbin' to the top |
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And everyday I sell a thousand dollars worth of rocks |
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Yo, ain't it funny the way the Bone will make his money |
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And won't get caught because the cops |
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To me ain't nothin' but dummies? |
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So what you need? I'm servin' |
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Everything is straight. I mean it's great |
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And now I'm rollin' heavyweight |
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And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane |
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And makin' ends to Biz is like (just) an everyday thang |
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Everyday it was almost the same thang |
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'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest |
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[Layzie] |
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I hit the floor |
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And now I'm lookin' for my khaki pants |
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I looked around and couldn't find 'em |
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So I put on Stan's |
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And then I headed to the closet for my Fila shoes |
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They lookin' hit 'cause I was runnin' |
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From the biggy-blues (siren) |
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That's when I headed out the hizzy |
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And jumped in the smug |
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And put my skully on my head |
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And now I'm lookin thug |
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Car souped up |
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Posse seven deep |
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Now we gettin loose |
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Well since we posse'd up |
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We might as well go get the brews |
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I bust a u-turn on the Clair |
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So we can rush the store |
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We need a case, or maybe two |
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Or maybe three or four |
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Pay for the brews, up in the smug |
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And now we getting |
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I be like, "Word up cuz," |
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Bru*****n' on my peach fuzz |
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Looked for the party |
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Cause there's lots of women to be grabbin' |
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We went on ? to the one Ali was havin' |
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We stepped up in it, pumped as hell |
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And yo it wasn't lame |
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And gettin' brewed to Layzie Bone |
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Is just an everyday thang |
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Everyday it was almost the same thang |
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'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest |
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[Krayzie] |
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Load up the pistol, ask Layzie for a couple clips |
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And get the twelve-gauge, cause I got another lick |
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Round up the posse, call up James, Wish |
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And double-Zs, my ***** Tone, ? |
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You know we scorin' keys |
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I heard the dread's sellin' some **** |
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It's comin off the lake, down at the dock |
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And yo, it 'posed to be at eight |
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So hurry up, we getting paid, no matter what the cost |
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And since they thinkin' they all that |
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They gotta take a loss |
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They can't hang with the Bones |
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Get it in your head, forget a dread |
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I'm leavin' all those suckas dead |
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We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk |
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They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk |
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I mean, blastin' and cra*****n', K-Bone is the assassin |
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I started sprayin', and count out caskets |
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We got the ****, and we got rich |
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But yo, we still the same, and it'll never change |
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'Cause it's an everyday thang |
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Everyday it was almost the same thang |
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'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest |
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[Layzie] |
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Call up your posse, chump, and yo |
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And you will never win it |
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Because my organization, see |
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We got fifty million *****s in it |
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You wanna scrap? Come on, let's do it |
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We can get it done |
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It's kinda funny plus I'll show you that |
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I'm not the one (I ain't the one) |
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You stupid bro, now what you ball up your fist for? |
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Make you think we was buckin' |
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And capped you down with my pistol |
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A dirty move, yo, Layzie had the sucka fooled |
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Yeah, it was cool. They shoulda had the boy schooled |
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You messin'with a brotha, Bone. Yes it's good to go |
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I beat on *****s everyday, so, yo, I'm not a ho |
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So gimme P's if you see me walkin' down the street |
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Because I can't be beat, known for breakin' *****s teeth |
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I'm droppin B's, and you never catch me chill and calm |
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I hang with Vicki when I wanna drop the damn bomb |
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See all my fellas, and even the Bone |
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We is insane, and throwin' blows on foes |
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Is just an everyday thang |
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Yeah, Layzie Bone up in the house |
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You know what I'm sayin? |
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I gotta give some P's up to my homies |
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That's still doin them everyday thangs with me |
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I gotta say what's up to my brother Stan Howse |
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Vicki da Bomb, Wish Bone, Bizzy Bone |
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And Krayzie Bone, my boy Tony Tone, Old Mo |
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And the troublemakers in the house |
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For these funky productions, and yo |
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K-Chill's in the house, too, so bus tickets, G |
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'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest |
