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(альбом: Thug World Order - 2002)

[Layzie Bone]
I've been stuck in the struggle
And I've been wondering if I'm ever gonna bubble
I'm getting caught up in the touch
Instead of using my muscle
And every time 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 soul program
I'm gonna pump my fist
I'm staying ready for this
And you can put this on Wish
I never seen the abyss
And when I needed a ride
You wouldn't give me a lift
And now I'm popping my cris
You niggas all on my dick
I wanna change the world
You wanna change your life
I wouldn't a put up a fight
If I knew it was trite
They say everything happing for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas bleeding
Needing general assistance?
Out here needing public housing
Out here tryna make ends meet
Tryna get on their feet
But see brain 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 taken control
See I'm screaming out Mo'
With my pockets on swoll
Please Mr. Postman, quit bringing these bills to my house
Quit bringing this stress to my spouse
'cause I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out
If you niggas try to run up on the Bone
I'm gonna show you like this I'm gonna 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):]
Take, take me home
Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
Cause I don't remember

[Krayzie Bone]
Home, home, home, home, home,
Home, home, home, home, home
Please take me home
When I'm looking at my money now
Thinking back when I was living foul
I was running wild, surviving
On some nine-to-five
And even putting overtime if I had to grind
I was staying up, slanging up, hanging up on the block
Ducking dozens of them cops clocked on the night shift
Didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto
But we finally made it
Still dedicated to the music we made yeah
Now it's on Bone Thug
Leave alone, came back the next year
Number one platinum song it blew up from the go
And what do you know (oh no)
Easy, rest his soul
Left us in the mess, I don't regret it
But we better get up and get it, go
Everything's gonna wrong
Since you left Bone ain't nothing's been right
I knew it would've been on
We would've been tight
We would of been in the zone riding so high
Hoping the game find us light
See we used to love making music
We was always in the studio, grooving
We kept it moving, we was ready to do it (Right)
But you know I'm going through it
And ain't feeling this rap thing right now
They got me tripping ready to flip
They got me tripping ready to come get my chips
They got me tripping loading the clips
They tripping, Lord I feel like I'm losing 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 sinning
They pretend to be tough (pretend to be tough)
Pretend to be blessed
They want money and women, it's never enough
They in a rush hope nobody knows just too much
You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so, we give 'em the dough
Ride out, laughing 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 in the pain
And I'll be one of the same, stay hating the fake
By the television running 'round telling niggas we better behave
Guard Leathafce 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 puff and shake
The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak
Lost mommy, poppy left home
I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit list in the back telling his selection
His date is probably
Probably my mommy, song
Crying for the life of you 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 coming up so strong
We just wanted him to see what we do
You motivated us. At the shows we seen you
And I really hope you listen to what we spit on these songs
You might have been through something hoping nothing like Bone
Like one said we'll never make it
Like two, thirty mil in they faces
And I really thought it was over put us out be left
Crossed over, back to the hood we soldiers
The music nigga make it back, scandalous
But fate kicked in and award shows and we winning now
Gotta keep it coming food in my baby mouth
And things have changed like relationships
Ain't heading nothing now you wanna flip
Suing people thangs you would've never made on your own
Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood
Bye, think I'm home
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone
You can really help a buster if it ain't meant to be
Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee
I'm tired of trying to help these thugs
Lord. Just guide 'em home, guide 'em home

[Chorus]