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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Flesh-n-Bone
Flesh-n-Bone
Vocals
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Henderson
Anthony Henderson
Songwriter
Bryon Anthony McCane
Bryon Anthony McCane
Songwriter
Charles Scruggs
Charles Scruggs
Songwriter
James Taylor
James Taylor
Songwriter
Stanley Howse
Stanley Howse
Songwriter
Steven Howse
Steven Howse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Uneek
DJ Uneek
Producer
Aaron Connor
Aaron Connor
Recording Engineer
Rhodri Davies
Rhodri Davies
Recording Engineer
Virgil Davis, Jr.
Virgil Davis, Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

It's all mo thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo thug, it's all mo', mo' thug Oh, well, if ya snooze ya loose Stop bringin' that pistol and fetch ya Shoot it and catch ya, shit, pap Stay packin' that gat in yo lap away So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap at niggas, who Go fuckin' wit one of my own No no, wrong, any place where my chrome Left devils at they home Double bang, execution, we mo murda, stupid trick You, bitch that asked me We don't play wit me game that be remainin' mine and little man ran To disaster, wish I asked him And I popped up and capped him And Eazy is where we began But I blessed him in the master plan Niggaz thugin' off in the Claire It's still the pen Can't fuck wit these Cleveland Claire, playas So as long as ya betta be workin' 'Cause the Bone and mo' thug on this mission Listen, betta pray everyday Cross us on the way hoe Oh, oh, oh I just wanna separate from the previous, baby Or maybe I was meant to live my life caught up in this world of games And God's name, I pray The devil, he be bringin' me down I can feel him 'cause he pullin' me now I've been blessed wit an incredible style When there's pushin', it's just try to separate And to break this all down, now ain't that foul So I asked the Lord to help me Lord, why does this life overwhelm me? When we livin' in hell But we chill most every day like we in heaven Oh, well But time will tell Singin, "This is for the ringin' of the bell, the bell, the bell" But it be hard to maintain and stay peaceful If you don't know to tame the devil then the devil will beat you Defeat you, deceive you, evil He will never leave you alone I've been lookin' for a better day But they don't ever seem to want to come, my way (My way) Hey, I've had a hell of a time Tryin' to make it 'cause my people steady stressin' my mind So I stay high So I'm already sittin' on the top, ya see me When he be wit me, he's daily inovatin' me Rarely see ya on the daily mission Keep your distance from the flames Maybe you can survive, forever and a day Hell, yeah, got me flippin' in the North Coast Remember me, the crook who wrote the book I'm off da hook, most of y'all niggaz betta take another look 'Cause if ya playa hate the Bone then yo life'll get took So quit, never bringin' ya no bullshit man Face to face it's that assassin gang Bringin' the heat, all y'all niggas bringin' is lame But if ya wanna bring the pain, then ya gotta maintain Commin' in on another level I'mma put you on deck up at the top of the pile Fake niggas wanna claim my style but I'mma break em on down But you gotta come unique It's the thuggish, ruggish sound That you're lookin' for or searchin for Everybody, boy wanna be like Bone and stay high Little kids no longer wanna be like Mike That's right they tryin to be like Bone and keep thuggin' fo life Gettin ready for the end, dawg Wit my nigga Ken Dawg, hustlas, shiftas and Tre, II Tru, AJ Same muthafuckas from around my way This is how we play Every day it's the same old same Around my way (Around my way) We be thuggin' around my way This is how we play Every day it's the same old same Around my way Around my way Around my way Come around my way, my way (My way) It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug Little nigga wanna come, gunna feel my pain, pain On the brain it's a stress, a strain The game, the fame, the fame, the fame (Fame) What about those hoes, oh, no Little Easy fo' sho to teach Bone And if he's wrong, well, he's gone For my journey to keep me strong But dear Lord I miss my peoples And it just seems so evil And that I can't kiss my kids goodnight Put em to bed, tuck em tight And catch some sleep and that's all right, that's all right I'll get mine, yeah I'll get mine It'll take time, minimum crime Weed and wine'll be just fine Got somethin buggin all of my peoples (What) In the back of a Caddy Juppin' outta Caddies, spreadin' through alleys In Cleveland and Cali like daddy and Oh, no, love, for double-a and duble-a zero Really wanna get yo combo, said, I'm riddin' round in your boat You niggas can't fuck with These Claire players, on top of the pile And we roll this Stand back, hatas gonna be here for a while Can't ya hear the crowd screamin' real loud? And that's for Bone Thugs Dear Lord, my sis' has got Bone to look up to And feel proud of, on top of all of that there Mommy's out the ghetto now I thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony For everything it brangs to me, yeah I thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony For everything it brangs to me Better believe that we'll do 'em, do 'em Shoot 'em, shoot 'em Kill 'em, kill 'em Nigga ain't gonna stop nothin', niggaz Been a long, hard way Been a long, long, long, hard way And I gotta get mine Gonna floss up in the bed Watchin' niggas watchin' me That's tryin' to take mine But I got somethin' for 'em, watchin' niggas Runnin' away from me It's time, bye, bye Nigga don't wind up playa hatin' We got much love in mo' thug It's all about mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug
Writer(s): Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Stanley Howse, James V. Taylor, Bryon Anthony Mccane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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